Working as a police officer in Mexico

Washington.

J. Edgar Hoover Building!

This is the headquarters of the FBI.

Actually, it must be said, both the FBI and CIA have nice headquarters, the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) originally started damn working in a break room.

Treated like a stepchild.

However, with Victor's sponsorship every year, at least the DEA can have it a bit easier, the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency is their biggest sponsor!

The newly appointed FBI boss, Floyd I. Clarke, caressed the gigantic desk, which couldn't be embraced with an outstretched arm, his eyes brimming with ecstasy!

Thank you, Gilbert, thank you, William Webster!

He was directly promoted to be the decision-maker of the FBI.

One of the most powerful people in this empire.

But he also knew what he needed to do now, that was to soothe some restless moods inside, the FBI was aggrieved, isn't it just a Director that you lost?

We had 31 colleagues killed in Mexico because of you.

Are the lives of those goons not lives?

Moreover, the previous director William Sessions had been with the FBI for almost four years and was decent to his subordinates; he had established a certain reputation. You can't just directly remove him without people feeling indignant.

Some were even brewing plans to march in protest.

Yes, the FBI... marching in protest!

And the CIA was demanding severe punishment for the perpetrator and wanted the FBI's budget for the year to be given to them entirely; the ass decides the brain, Floyd I. Clarke would definitely not agree to that.

Some verbal battles were upcoming.

He reached for the ashtray, ready to light a cigarette and think things over when suddenly the door to his office was "slammed" open!

Who the hell is so rude?

"Director!"

"Director!"

The employee who rushed in at the door carried a tone of panic, anxiety, fear, and even a hint of crying.

Floyd I. Clarke felt a sinking feeling in his heart.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

No way... something happened again?

I haven't even warmed my seat yet!

"The Statue of Liberty! It's been bombed!!!"

Whir!

Floyd I. Clarke felt the world spin around him, his blood pressure suddenly skyrocketing!

...

Meanwhile, in a church school in Virginia.

The "Meiling Sect" was giving a U.S. history lesson to students in the chapel.

"Yes, the United States is the greatest country on this planet; it is the world's beacon, capable of bringing happiness, fairness, and comfort to everyone."

He wore a smile on his face, and the journalists captured his "heroic" image, which would be sent out later as a display of his personable nature.

Clomp, clomp, clomp...

Suddenly, footsteps sounded, and a man in a suit ran onto the stage. The journalists' eyes lit up, this was a bigwig from the office, running up to whisper in Bush's ear.

Bush's face immediately stiffened, a look of bewilderment clear in his eyes.

He frowned, "Make arrangements, I need to make a television speech!"

The office bigwig nodded and hurried off to arrange it.

Bush insisted on finishing the lesson for the students, and once it was over, under the protection of the United States Special Service Bureau agents, he came to a classroom that had been hastily set up.

Students and teachers were called in and sat around him.

Bush stood solemnly at the podium, his expression grave.

"Good afternoon, my fellow Americans, today our symbol of freedom has been badly damaged in an attack by a group of disgusting, nauseating bastards, today we witnessed the most egregious act of evil in human nature!"

"Our response has been with the best of America; our police officers and emergency personnel are extremely brave, and the people at the scene have exhibited the brilliance of humanity."

"I ordered an emergency mandate the moment it happened. Our military is unparalleled in strength – any person or organization involved in this matter will be severely punished!"

"Like it says in Psalm 23: As we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, we will fear no evil, for You are with us. Thank you, and I love you, my fellow Americans."

"Thank you!"

This televised speech instantly swept through the country.

Hmm...

Sir, your approval rating has gone up!

Many people witnessed Bush's tear-filled moment.

An hour after the Statue of Liberty was attacked, that "pitiful state" started to spread around the world!

...

Mexico. Tijuana was the first to jump out.

Victor controlled his facial expression, which began to tense up, his gaze numb and sorrowful, he could even cry on cue.

"Today is a day of profound grief, our friend the United States, is enduring an attack unprecedented in human history!"

"This is absolutely intolerable!"

"Those who shout 'long live drugs' are nothing but a bunch of mongrels, devoid of humanity and responsibility, they should be drowned in a toilet!"

Victor said, and in front of the camera, he cried.

Really cried!

The tears streamed down.

The camera "delicately" gave a close-up of his eyes, where red-rimmed vision betrayed his sadness.

"Sorry, I just... can't stand to see the public suffer."

"Mexico has suffered from drug traffickers' attacks, we can empathize; under the same blue sky, why should there be existence like these drug trafficker bastards?"

"They destroy our lives, they're ruining my body and soul!"

"If those drug traffickers really want to use violence to prove their courage, please come for me, don't hurt innocent people. My companions and I will deal a heavy blow to you mongrels!"

"But I also saw the light of humanity, the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency will provide one million US dollars in humanitarian aid to the families of the victims in this attack, may God be with you, Amen!"

"Long live the United States!"

"Long live Mexico!"

"Long live the just and noble cause of the drug prohibition!"

...

When Victor stepped down from the podium, Casare handed him a towel. He took it and wiped his eyes.

For a politician, crying is easy, isn't it?

Experience tales at empire

If you can't control your tears, how can you control your bladder and bowels?

Victor didn't care what happened to the Statue of Liberty. Although it was said to have not collapsed, it was severely damaged. Its arm had fallen off.

It doesn't matter...

It's become a Broken-Arm Venus.

All he wanted was to be the first to jump out and stand on the side of the "United States".

Big brother!

Your little brother can shout and can fight - don't you think you should give me some sweet rewards?

"Did you tell Cuauhtémoc to fly the flag at half-mast?"

Casare nodded, "The President has agreed and has indicated that he will deploy all 200,000 soldiers in the upcoming anti-drug operations!"

!!!

Victor didn't look happy upon hearing this; instead, his face twitched, "Is he joking? 200,000? At least 150,000 of them are related to drug traffickers. What are they going to do on the battlefield? My people will have to be careful of bullets coming from behind."

"No, no, no!"

He waved his hand dismissively. What was he supposed to do with a mob of disorganized troops?

Once the drug traffickers show up, they'll all turn traitor.

What the Mexican Army really needs is to have recorders installed behind their backs because that way, you can find out which of your comrades want to kill you.

Casare looked embarrassed, "Then how do we refuse?"

Victor frowned, "Just let Cuauhtémoc grant us the autonomy to recruit in Baja California and allow us to recruit soldiers anywhere in Mexico!"

"Aren't we... doing just that already?"

Victor "..."

Sometimes he really wanted to strangle the other person.

"I want it in red-letter documents! Red-letter documents, you idiot."

"We need to have a legal standing, pass a bill through the congress, 'The Anti-Drug Force's Autonomy to Recruit', and allow us to station our troops directly in any city across Mexico at any time."

"No one is allowed to defame the Anti-Drug Force, and the Anti-Drug Force is allowed to issue national emergency commands at any time!"

"Moreover, the Anti-Drug Force has the authority to stop and interrogate anyone in Mexico!"

"We have unlimited authority to open fire in self-defense!"

Casare was dumbfounded, Waterford.

Boss, we might as well rebel.

This is practically no different from declaring yourself king.

"The Congress won't agree," said Casare confidently. If they did, where would the legitimacy be?

Tijuana?

Or Mexico City?

After all, they still control an armed force of 200,000. Even if it's a disorganized bunch, those people will definitely not hand over their power completely.

"All I want is a list of those who oppose me!"

"I don't need a draft bill passed by the Congress. Does it even matter whether they agree or not? If they don't agree, should I just not proceed?"

"Who do they think they are?"

Victor sneered, his gaze darkening, "I want to see how many people in Mexico City are willing to stand with me."

Alejandro's incident had struck a nerve with him. Now, he trusted no one and planned to establish an Internal Affairs Department.

Its responsibility was to "eliminate" anyone who opposed him!

Just like that.

Uncle Victor just couldn't stand opposition!

He already had a name in mind.

"The Thirteen Protectors!"

They would select some elite and fierce fighters from within the Mexican news department, to be led by George Smiley.

They would start by compiling a list!

And then execute them one by one.

Casare felt his boss was getting more... extravagant with his plans, but he expressed his support.

If they were going to capture the dragon by venturing south today, he'd be the vanguard.

Following the boss meant a brighter tomorrow!

"How are Kennedy and the others?"

"The DEA has already secured a plane from the United States Air Force, which has reached Ecuador. They should be able to return home soon."

With the Americans stepping in, Ecuador had only two choices: to accept it willingly or unwillingly.

What does it matter if Colombia protests?

If you have the guts, argue with the boss.

Victor nodded, "Make the welcome a big one when it's time. It should show the drug traffickers that their people were taken down by me!"

The more he offends them, the more support he'd get from the Americans.

...

And the scene of Victor tearfully mourning the tragic loss of civilians in front of the cameras had also reached the United States and neighboring Canada.

After the bullets had flown for a while,

It began to slowly ferment.

With some help from interested parties, many people started learning about "Victor".

His name became well-known.

And that close-up of him crying was dubbed by the Los Angeles Times as: the cries of an American friend!

...