Working as a police officer in Mexico

Donald Rumsfeld came out of the Governor's Mansion with a dark face, and the American officials behind him looked like their parents had died.

The main reason was that Victor's words hurt their self-esteem!

What is a paper tiger?

Didn't we just lose to you once?

If we have a temper, we can go to Africa to fight. It's so uncomfortable to fight at the doorstep of North America.

We swear that there will be no Mexicans in Africa!

"Mr. Special Envoy, what did the US and Mexico negotiate? Can you disclose the specific content?"

An American media came up and asked him with a long gun and a short gun.

Rumsfeld said nothing, and the bodyguard next to him pushed the media who were blocking the way away, and the Mexican police watched from the side.

"Sir, sir..."

"Please say something..."

Americans are just impolite.

And behind him, Victor came out with the high-level representatives of northern Mexico, and he was still holding a pipe.

He made a "Churchill" reverse V gesture towards the camera aimed at him.

"Mr. Governor, what is the content of the negotiation between the two sides? Will Mexico bow to the United States?"

Victor looked at the person who asked such a "harsh" question, oh~

Asan brother!

The main thing is that Asan brother's appearance is really easy to identify. This face is like it has not been washed clean, and there is an urge to erase it with an eraser.

"The winner never needs to bow his head. The sky of Mexico is bright!"

Victor walked towards the office building after he finished speaking. The reporters behind him wanted to chase him. Kennedy waved to the security personnel, and they rushed up to block the reporters.

"General, the intelligence department arrested two Slovaks and bought 2 kilograms of bombs on the black market. According to them, the Americans are too bad and they want to blow them to death." Jason Bourne said softly, "I don't believe their bullshit. I gave them some strength. One of them couldn't stand it and said that they worked for the KGB."

Victor raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

Soviet?

This group of people must want to kill Rumsfeld and cause the negotiations between the United States and Mexico to break down.

Although Gottu sold out his country for personal gain, there are still many people in the Soviet Union who are trying to save the country.

If the North American war can be provoked, the bear may still have a chance of survival.

But the Soviets could never have imagined that the black market buyers they contacted were actually "fishing enforcement" by the intelligence department in northern Mexico.

This kind of black market cannot be controlled if you want to. Some people live for money, and some are willing to die for money.

If you can't ban it, then control it.

Basically, the bosses behind the black market in the north are all the governor's office. Not only can they make money, but they can also get the news first.

Well... these three Slovaks were pinned down outside the door as soon as they left the trading venue!

As for whether someone will steal their business?

Any criminal activity that has not been approved by the Governor's Office is a "crime!"

"Keep an eye on the Americans, don't let them get killed. When the time comes, the Pentagon will ask me to hand over someone, I can't just hand over a missile, so keep an eye on them."

"Understood."

As soon as Victor walked into the office, after everyone left, the newly promoted Director of the Military Foreign Intelligence Agency, Augustine Przewczyr, "sneaked in."

"Are you a thief?" Victor couldn't help laughing.

"Sir, "Aphrodite" sent an urgent message, he needs our help."

"Oh?"

"CIA Director Richard James Kerr has been paying attention to him recently and is investigating him all the time. He hopes we can get rid of him."

Another CIA Director? !

Victor looked a little excited, looking at Augustin Przewczyr, "Are you sure?"

"Richard has a mistress who works as a prostitute in Fengqing Street. She accompanies him every Saturday night. We can do it then."

"Prostitute?!" Victor looked surprised.

"Richard has a serious..." Augustin Przewczyr thought for a while, "cuckold tendency. He once shared a mistress with others."

Fuck!

Are the Americans playing so fancy?

"What are you going to do?"

Augustin Przewczyr's eyes flashed with wisdom, "I plan to put some poison on her. When Richard James Kerr does it, he will die immediately on the woman's belly."

Damn it!

Sure enough, the means of intelligence are dirty.

"Will it be found out?"

"We extracted a toxin from a South American plant that can be completely absorbed by the blood within 20 minutes, but its toxin is 60 times that of a cobra. It mainly stimulates the heart and causes sudden death!"

Victor patted Augustin Przewczyr on the shoulder and couldn't help but sighed, "You will go to hell sooner or later."

Who knew that the other party didn't mind, but said with a "loyal" face, "Then I will go to hell to kill Hades. Welcome His Majesty Victor to the throne!"

Well, although what you said is bragging.

But Victor is very happy.

The burden on your shoulders will become heavier and heavier.

...

After returning to the hotel where he was staying, Donald Rumsfeld called Bush Sr. with a special phone and reported Victor's request.

He also said very aggrievedly, "The Mexicans' fists are like swinging at my mouth, but I have to take them with my face."

"Thank you for your hard work." George Bush comforted him casually, then paused, "What do you think of Victor...?"

"A careerist, a speculator, a madman and a lunatic who would start a war if given the chance..."

"He lacks extreme respect for the United States. I can see it in his eyes that he wants to be the boss of Latin America."

Bush laughed at this comment and said categorically, "He's talking nonsense!"

"North America belongs to the United States, Latin America belongs to the United States, and the world will also belong to the United States. Who does he count?"

"His missile caliber is only five minutes away from Wall Street." Donald Rumsfeld said this lightly.

Old Bush couldn't stand it anymore. Damn it, no wonder you feel uncomfortable when anyone looks at you. I'm pretending to be sexy, so why don't you lick your butt crack from behind?

Perhaps knowing that he was not suitable to say this, Special Envoy Mr. Donald changed his words, "We should not have a head-on conflict with Mexico, but I support a "proxy" war."

"For example?" Bush sat up straight.

"Destroy the relationship between Mexico and other countries in Latin America, create conflicts, make Victor the most hated representative in the region, support the anti-Victor alliance in Mexico, and push out an agent when necessary, just like how we dealt with Iraq. , to deal with Victor.”

The CIA is best at this kind of thing.

CIA: Hey, ah! Yes, I received intelligence that the Mexicans are going to deal with you. Your previous cargo ship on the high seas was bombed by Victor. Yes, I swear, I swear on my American dignity and morality.

"We need to minimize the conflict with Victor and repair the relationship with him. I suggest accepting his request and putting the main people on trial..." Donald Rumsfeld saw the breathing on the other side stagnant, He quickly said, "It will be tried by our own court, and the specific content can be completely controlled by ourselves."

"You are solely responsible."

Bush took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "My only request right now is to have the Mexicans hand over the body as soon as possible!"

The media I found couldn’t wait.

The propaganda machine in the party has begun to build up support for me. As soon as the bodies of the "killed" US troops arrive, I will personally go to the airport to pick them up and cry bitterly when the time comes.

Wow…

Let me tell you, I will be re-elected the year after tomorrow!

"Life is sometimes more important than votes." Why is Donald Rumsfeld so annoying?

Because he really likes to tell the "truth", even to people who have no emotional intelligence.

Bush Sr. said in more than one place that he was headstrong and arrogant!

The two of them can't deal with each other.

Sure enough, when he heard what the other party said, Bush, who was also self-centered, scolded him unhappily, "Donald, you just have to do your own thing."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Listening to the empty sound inside, the old man seemed very indifferent, and he spoke calmly.

"Old Bush, private!"

Pooh!

The US-Mexico conflict is now making headlines around the world.

The Internet is not developed now, otherwise, Victor's three names would be hot searches every day.

In the mainstream media, even beyond the impeachment of Iron Lady Thatcher.

Even the always picky BBC recognized Victor as the "Mexican savior" and specifically called in the military to publicize the Pentagon's decision to "execute" him on the show.

Finally, the blame was thrown to "intelligence issues."

"The CIA's performance was simply disastrous. Their amateurish behavior made me think I saw the Indian intelligence agency. I gave them two words, Shet!"

The big-mouthed guest offended two people at once.

CIA Director Richard James Kerr gritted his teeth and looked at the bastard on the TV, while the supermodel host next to him kept laughing.

I am being commented on casually like a clown.

According to the "rules", he should actually abdicate in favor of others, resign himself, and maintain the last bit of dignity.

But he couldn't bear this position.

This is the CIA director!

I could have taken a step further in the political arena, but it was ruined by that bastard Victor.

You said, can't you wait quietly for death?

He really wants Victor to die now!

Even if the United States and Mexico are negotiating for peace, what does this have to do with us?

As long as we kill Victor, everything will be back on track.

"What a bastard!" Richard James Kerr glared at the host and guests on the TV fiercely.

When the time comes, I’ll kill you too.

Let you understand what "free speech" is.

When he was about to continue working, the phone on the table rang. He picked it up and called it.

"Dear~" A female voice whispered from the other side.

"Ruth, how many times have I told you not to call me during business hours."

The woman opposite said pitifully, "I...I just miss you. Will you come tonight?"

Richard James Kerr was about to refuse when he heard the other party say, "I prepared your favorite #$%#$ today. If possible, I also called two black people. Wow, he is amazing." "

When the perverted CIA director heard this, he suddenly felt animalistic impulses in his heart.

When people are in trouble, they all want to feel refreshed first.

The most important thing is that at night...

Richard James Kerr's Adam's apple rolled and he looked at the alarm clock on the wall.

It's Saturday.

It's time to relax.

What can be done at work?

You need to activate your sphincter properly.

"Wait for me!" He said hurriedly into the phone, his breathing became rapid.

He picked up the key on the table and left work early.

These American high-level officials have special fetishes. After the millennium, all the demons and monsters came out under the leadership of political correctness.

You can even see a shemale who didn't serve in the National Army as a four-star general.

Fuck!

This is simply embarrassing for those who advocate long live America.

Really... hard to describe.

The director drove his "old and broken" car straight to his mistress's house in Washington.

In order to prevent being seen, he put on sunglasses when he got out of the car.

It's just a prostitute, not pulling it into the trouser pocket.

He walked into the elevator and was about to close the door when he saw a woman holding a child at the door running towards him, waving to him to wait.

"Hurry up!" Richard James Kerr shouted, but he was still pressing the button hard. Seeing that the other party was about to come in, the door was closed.

He could hear the dissatisfied curses outside, which made him feel good.

When he came upstairs humming a little tune, he knocked on the door, and it opened. A hand from deep inside pulled him in.

And that scene made his scalp surge.

The mistress and a black man were mixing, and the sound was super loud!

Richard James Kerr got excited all of a sudden. When he was about to join the battlefield, he heard his mistress shouting, "Go take a shower first."

He nodded, rushed into the shower room, gave himself a quick shower, and couldn't wait to rush out and started to bite randomly.

A lewd and luxurious breath suddenly came over.

Richard James Kerr was a little selfless. He felt his soul boiling, and he could hear the thumping sound in his head. His breathing was slowly rapid, and the bloodshot in his eyes gradually increased.

After a comfortable long breath, he lay on his mistress.

The latter also patted his shoulder with satisfaction and praised him, but Richard James Kerr didn't react at all.

A black man who found something wrong went up and pushed him, and the director turned over and fell on the bed.

"Ah? Ah!!!!" The mistress panicked when she saw this and patted his face, "Dead...dead?!"

The two black men looked at each other, grabbed their clothes and ran away!

This fully demonstrated the black man's "running away" skills.

The mistress's legs were weak, and she cried and shouted for the black man to take her with her. She put on a skirt and crawled to the door.

The noise attracted the residents next to her to look out, and they saw two black buttocks.

Some people couldn't help but approach out of curiosity, and saw a man lying on the bed, like a ball.

"Quick! Call the police!"

The FBI who received the alarm came directly to the scene. When they saw Richard James Kerr, they were so scared that they called their boss directly.

Floyd I. Clark of the FBI was stunned.

He said something that was enough to be recorded in the history of the 20th century: "Can x-inflammation kill people?"

He drove there immediately.

This was great "good news". When he left, he "accidentally" told a few big-mouthed staff about it.

It's not that the FBI is so powerful, but that the CIA will really make a fool of itself.

This should be the second director who died "accidentally", right?

……