Working as a police officer in Mexico

The National Palace has no secrets!

The news of several people being taken away quickly began to spread outside and then ferment!

This wasn't even confirmed, but Indian media started posting news online: "Breaking! Major changes in the National Palace, is Victor stepping down?"

This made some netizens feel a chill, but clicking in, the entire article was full of speculation, with not a single piece of valid information or even a photo.

Little Bush in the White House was shocked when he saw the news, then immediately delighted, but once he saw the source.

The India Times!

"F***!"

He cursed unpleasantly.

This newspaper sharing the same name with their famous "Widow Repair Factory" was simply a nightmare for Little Bush, as quite a few news about Mexico came from this newspaper.

And then?

Left a mess.

He came to understand, Indians are like cockroaches on earth, completely useless.

But Little Bush could always find his opportunity between the lines.

He pressed the phone, "Hello, help me contact Charles Grassley‌ from the CIA, have him come see me."

The person on the other side felt like he had eaten gunpowder, nervously agreed.

And Charles Grassley‌ was busy in the office!

The entire CIA was in turmoil, after the new director Melissa Cruz was found dead at the FBI, the internal CIA was very dissatisfied with the United States and even other colleagues, after being forced to dissolve, these people were homeless, couldn't even pay their mortgage...

Right, the U.S. was in chaos now, but basic insurance and taxes still had to be paid.

Many people's houses were destroyed, and they received overdue mortgage records from the bank, the glory of capitalism was evident.

Charles Grassley‌ struggled to find some people after taking office, but everyone was disappointed with the country, 80% joined local gangs or took refuge in criminal organizations.

"Damn Norman Schwartzkopf!"

He didn't know how many times he swore at the original boss, getting exhausted, just as he was about to get some water, the phone on the desk rang urgently.

The sudden ring made him uncomfortable, his right eyebrow twitching hard.

"Hello! This is Charles."

"Director Charles, this is the White House office, Mr. Bush wants to see you."

Charles Grassley‌ raised an eyebrow, "Alright, I got it."

After hanging up the phone, he thought carefully, not understanding why the other party was looking for him, but it wasn't good news, although his position as Senate Speaker was still with him, the main work had been taken over by people from the "Skull and Bones."

He put on his hat, got in his beat-up car, and drove towards the White House 12 kilometers away, all the way thinking about where he might have been caught.

The entire brow was clouded with worry.

Even if he wanted to dawdle, 12 kilometers didn't take long, he braved himself and went upstairs, when he knocked on Little Bush's office and saw him, the latter's face was dark, "Charles, I am very dissatisfied with your work!!"

Indeed...

Just coming to find fault.

"Many employees of the National Palace have been taken away, I want to know what exactly is going on with the CIA? Is your CIA just eating for nothing? Can you do it or not, if not, don't occupy the place."

Such undisguised disgust instantly angered Charles Grassley‌, his head exploded, and under Little Bush's horrified gaze, he grabbed the ashtray and threw it at the other party, "Damn it! How would I know what's happening? Don't you know what the CIA is like? And you bastard, don't you just want me to resign and then put your people in?"

"I tell you, I'm not doing it!"

"You son of a b****, you look as disgusting as your late father, I tell you, that's all you're ever going to be in this life, and when you think about unifying America, Victor next door can let you die unexpectedly!"

"Do you think the people by your side, even the Skull and Bones, are all your people? Idiot!"

Charles Grassley‌ kicked the table, "Wish you an early death."

With a gloomy face, he opened the door, seeing seven or eight people standing outside, all bewildered as they saw him come out.

He sneered, mockingly said, "You all better leave while you can, with this fool Little Bush here, I tell you, sooner or later you'll all be without a job."

The bodyguards and office staff didn't stop him, even proactively stepped aside, watching him leave.

Then they looked at each other.

"Close the door for me!" Little Bush inside shouted angrily, the employees hurriedly closed the door.

Inside the office.

Little Bush's entire face was as dark as a pot bottom, he was quite satisfied with himself, originally thinking he would be the savior controlling the White House, but Charles Grassley‌ gave him a blunt hit.

Inside the White House... are there really no outsiders?

You should know that the infiltration from neighboring Mexico is very severe, didn't Old Bush's stepping down also have internal strife and provocation?

Especially Clinton...

Angel Urenia, the former Clinton Chief of Staff, now the Mexican ambassador for North American affairs.

Richie Miller: Vice President of the Mexican Special Police Academy and Bureau Chief of Police Operation Bureau.

These two big shots almost sat at the pinnacle of "American traitors," even during national congresses, they could sit in the middle, most importantly, in some public opinion battles, they would be brought out to talk about how good Mexico is.