Working as a police officer in Mexico

The tension between the United States and Mexico has caused turmoil in the world.

The Soviet Union has just collapsed.

If the United States is involved in the vortex of war at this time, who will have the final say in the world in the future?

Mongolia?

Or Vietnam?

Or... India?

In order to prevent the outbreak of war, on January 22, 1992, the United Nations began to launch a motion against "Mexico".

The reporters with a good reputation were waiting inside, and those without a backer were holding microphones outside, hoping to catch a big shot.

"The Mexican delegation is here!"

I don't know who shouted.

I saw three cars driving into the United Nations building, and the reporters outside rushed up and knocked on the windows vigorously.

"Sir, will there really be a war between the United States and Mexico?"

"Mr. Ambassador..."

The people in the car did not respond at all, and the security personnel at the door came up to block the reporters.

The convoy drove to the bottom of the United Nations building, and some strong men in suits with necks thicker than their heads came down from the back, looking around with sinister eyes.

This one is not easy to mess with.

The car door was opened, and the person who got out of the car was Joachim Ribbentrop!

The new representative to the United Nations.

He originally worked at the Austrian Drug Control Agency. The United Nations cancelled the quota for Mexico in the Presidency, and he was also attacked. At that time, it also triggered Victor's revenge, and the matter was a sensation.

But he was lucky, nothing happened, and he was directly promoted to the representative of Mexico to the United Nations.

Victor liked him for one word: stubborn.

No matter who you are, if you make me unhappy, I will fight you directly.

He got out of the car expressionlessly, pulled his suit, and walked towards the conference hall with his head held high with the staff behind him.

The UN staff who saw them on the road stood aside and looked at them.

"Is this Joachim Ribbentrop?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"Yes, this is a tough guy. I heard that he was shot three times in Austria and he was fine."

"Boasting, three shots? His head was smashed." Someone asked in a questioning tone.

The staff member who was questioned blushed and wanted to refute, but he really didn't know how to say it. In the end, he said with his neck stiff, "You'll see later. I think there will be a fight."

Joachim Ribbentrop led people into the conference room. There were already many people sitting at the round table inside.

The old European and American brands of Britain, France, Germany and Spain had all arrived. They obviously saw the Mexican delegation. They didn't stand up, and all looked at them with unfriendly faces.

The atmosphere suddenly became stiff.

"Sir, our sign is in the second row."

Joachim Ribbentrop looked over and saw his own signs of Vietnam, Japan, India and South Korea...

Damn, put yourself together with the five YouTube games?

Joachim Ribbentrop frowned, looked cold, walked down the stairs, and everyone's eyes followed him closely.

He picked up the nameplate on his desk, walked up to the Spanish representative, and slapped the other party's nameplate in his shocked and angry eyes, "Sit in the back."

"Joachim Ribbentrop!! What are you doing!" The Spaniard slapped the table angrily.

"What qualifications do you have to sit in the front?"

"We are Spain!"

"We blew up your last aircraft carrier, and your soldiers are all feeding sharks in the Pacific Ocean. You have the nerve to sit in the front?"

Joachim Ribbentrop sneered, "Get lost."

The Spanish were so angry that their mouths were crooked. The British next to them couldn't stand it anymore and knocked on the table lightly, "Quality, this is the United Nations."

"What the hell!"

Joachim Ribbentrop turned his head and grabbed the other person's collar, pulled him over, stared at him, pointed at him, "Don't think I don't know what you are doing, don't you just want to embarrass us? What kind of person are you? Do you think you are the sun that never sets?"

"I am the sun that never sets. We blew up the Eisenhower. Are you still afraid of you little bastards? Not convinced? Send someone over."

The American who just walked in heard this, his eyelids trembled, his face turned black...

Isn't this exposing scars in public?

It's like someone telling you that the 1st Marine Division of the United States broke through the defense line of 120,000 people in the Battle of Chosin Lake. You are so awesome.

"The position here is selected." The Frenchman also spoke up next to him.

"Selected?"

"Have we agreed?"

"Without our signature, it's all a pile of waste paper. How dare these crooked people sit here? What? I'm talking about you, are you not convinced? Come on, fuck me!"

Joachim Ribbentrop pointed at himself and yelled at the French, "Throw an atomic bomb at my head."

He spat on the table of the French representative, "If you fuck me, I will launch a missile at Washington, and at worst I will drag you to death with me."

! ! !

Can this be said directly? ! !

And it was said in public, in front of everyone.

American: Fuck XXXX!

Joachim Ribbentrop took a deep breath, squinted his eyes, and said softly, "We have a global plan, do you want to hear it?"

"If we feel that our country is about to be destroyed, we will fire more than 30 intercontinental missiles in our homeland all over the world!"

"When the time comes, I want to see if you are willing to go to hell with us!"

Joachim Ribbentrop couldn't help laughing as he spoke.

Everyone present felt chills in their hearts and their pupils shrank.

This top-secret plan was originally meant to be hidden, but General Victor said that there is no point in keeping it secret. Let them hear it and see our determination.

Let's see if those people in the Heavenly Palace can tolerate Bi Mawen's "intercontinental missiles".

To be honest, I have never seen such an arrogant person since 1945, no, since the League of Nations in 1920.

When Mustache was in the National League, he had to laugh with him.

But... hey, there's really nothing you can do about it.

Even if the 13,000-kilometer SS-25 intercontinental missile does not carry a nuclear warhead, the high-explosive warhead alone is enough for you to drink a pot.

People with wealth...

I don’t dare to fight to the death with others.

They call this the "gentleman style" of aristocrats. What the heck, they are just afraid of death!

Huang Chao went in and slashed one at a time.

"madman!"

"Mexican people are crazy!" A representative from an African country sitting in the back said in a low voice, but his eyes were shining.

On the road to independence, Africa has always been at a disadvantage. The French bastard has made the whole of Africa breathless.

As long as they see anyone who wants to break away from France, they will suppress them mercilessly.

Isn’t this the case for Sankara in Burkina Faso? It’s about to have a good life...

Europe and the United States are just a mess.

But there is no way…

But standing like the representative of Mexico in the hall of the United Nations, pointing at the old powers and intimidating and threatening them, is simply...a dream within a dream.

The European and American representatives came to their senses and looked at each other with a little shame and anger in their eyes.

To be surprised, he was so scared that he didn't dare to speak. This... was simply insulting.

"You are too arrogant, Joachim, this is not friendly at all." The German representative said with a frown.

"If you're not crazy, why should I develop intercontinental missiles?" Joachim Ribbentrop smiled and tapped his fingers on the table, "Besides, why do you think we only have intercontinental missiles?"

This rhetorical question instantly makes people think.

What?

Do you still want to develop weapons of mass destruction?

Is Mexico conducting a "nuclear reaction experiment"?

Joachim Ribbentrop was halfway through his words, but they were still thinking about it.

“All we want is fairness, fairness, damn fairness!”

"If this world doesn't let us poor people speak."

"Then we'll overturn this table!"

"Don't say we didn't warn you, don't be too tied to the Americans. It's not certain who will call the shots in North America!"

He snorted, slammed the Mexican nameplate on the table, and stared at the Spanish representative.

The latter panicked and looked around at a loss, hoping that someone would speak for them.

But he looked at the Englishman.

The British keep their heads down…

After Churchill died, they didn't raise their heads for decades. Thatcher?

Falklands War?

Just bullying Argentina.

He almost got overturned in the fight.

The Spanish looked at France again…

The last Frenchman to have any talent can be traced back to Napoleon.

What can they say if they raise a white flag?

In the end, seeing that no one was helping him, and with Joachim Ribbentrop's eager gaze, the Spaniards could only act as if they had been insulted, and viciously said, "We will not give up!"

After saying that, he walked to the back with the nameplate.

These harsh words mean nothing at all.

Everyone in the Spanish delegation lowered their heads, mainly because the Mexicans’ eyes hurt their self-esteem.

For the first time, this "sea overlord" felt insulted!

Joachim Ribbentrop sat directly in his seat, with France on the left and Britain on the right. He looked left and right, laughed out loud, folded his hands, and looked at the United States opposite, looking at his scalp. Slightly numb.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the meeting started on time.

Please...you...collect 6...books...!

When Secretary-General Boutros Ghali walked in, he immediately noticed that something was wrong with the mood.

Everyone was not very happy about how good the fragrance was, and their faces were livid.

He has no foundation. In fact, he is just a puppet. Everyone can see that after he came to power on January 1, he was unable to move forward.

No one listened to him, and the whole world seemed to be at war.

This gave him a headache.

He forced out a fake smile, and just as he was about to make a joke, he saw someone stand up.

"Sir, I demand the expulsion of the Mexican representative!"

Boutros Gali took a closer look, good guy...it's you Japanese troublemaker again.

He was actually very dissatisfied, but out of the corner of his eye he glanced at the American who was sitting firmly on the mountain, and he knew that this young man's step forward must have been premeditated.

Boutros-Ghali can deny face to Japan, but he cannot deny face to the United States.

"I agree!" the South Korean representative followed and even threatened, "If Mexico is not expelled, we will stop all work at the United Nations."

The younger brothers followed suit.

Big Brother America is just sitting there.

From this we can see the world pattern.

When the Secretary-General was in trouble, Joachim Ribbentrop solved the problem for him.

He directly grabbed the chair and threw it towards the opposite side.

"Oh Shet!"

The American who had been staring at him was so frightened that he cursed, covered his head and ran away.

But you hide and hide, and little Japan behind you doesn't have time. He was still very proud at first, and then...

His face was dented directly.

He screamed and fell to the ground with his face covered in blood.

It was all chaos.

"Fuck NM, beat them up!" Joachim Ribbentrop waved his hand, and the members of the Mexican delegation stepped over from their chairs and circled around the American.

The glasses were smashed.

His face immediately turned red, he covered his eyes and shouted.

Joachim was a member of the armed forces before becoming commissioner, and he had a hard fist.

"beat!"

"Give them some color!!"

That's how the melee started.

At the end, when the security personnel came, they couldn't open them.

Historically known as: "Battle of the United Nations!"

…

"Boss, boss, there's a fight."

Just as Victor was getting ready, Casare rushed in, frowning and making a quiet gesture.

Fatty Ka quickly shut up.

"We must ensure adequate weapons and equipment for the frontline troops in Sonora and Tijuana. Also, allow the 4th Army to take over Tijuana when necessary, and allow you to form a militia."

"A war is about to begin, are you nervous?"

Rommel on the other side looked calm, "General, please rest assured, the west gate of the motherland is entrusted to me and will never be lost!"

Victor was silent for a moment and then said, "Don't worry, the reinforcements will arrive, and I will allocate three divisions to you. They will never be allowed to destroy the victory we finally achieved."

"yes!"

After hanging up the phone, Rommel narrowed his eyes and said, "Let the division commanders come to the meeting!"

And here, Victor raised his head and looked at Casare, "You're so frizzy, what's going on?"

The other party gave a sneer.

"What's wrong? What happened again?"

Fatty Ka quickly said, "Joachim Ribbentrop got into a fight at the United Nations with representatives from the United States, Britain, Japan, South Korea, and India."

"Did you win?!"

That's what matters most.

"The American representative's nose was broken, the British representative's head was broken, a Korean female staff member's prosthesis was knocked out, and three Japanese had broken ribs."

"Two people on our side were injured, but they were not serious injuries."

"good!"

Victor shouted happily, "Well done, give Joachim credit. Mad, they bullied us, so we should kill them."

Victor is a typical example. No matter who strikes first, it won't work if he loses.

"The United Nations can't stay any longer. Let them withdraw. The place is full of chaos. Anyway, a war between us and the United States is unavoidable, so let's fight it."

"Fight until the United Nations re-accepts us. Dignity is always only on the edge of the sword and never comes by begging."

"Hydra has obtained the information."

Victor handed a top-secret document to Casare, "The US military plans to launch a surprise attack on February 2 to drag us into the quagmire of war."

Fatty Ka's eyes widened when he heard this. He hurriedly opened the file, and sure enough, everything written on it was clear.

And where to break in first is clearly written.

"This...Hydra's intelligence system is so powerful?" He raised his head in disbelief.

In fact, Victor was also surprised.

Then Hydra was established less than a year ago...

Even if the funds are poured in, it won't be that fast.

But in the end it can only be attributed to Hydra's beliefs and slogans.

When he launched the Fall of London, he killed many people, and those people were also famous on the list of the "Red Shoe Club".

So much so that many people classify Hydra as: a paradise for idealists!

Then…

Many "idealists" from all over the world naturally joined it, including many high-level officials.

There are people in the Heavenly Palace who are compassionate to all sentient beings!

Just like a loving father knows the "comic plan", many high-level Americans don't know it, but there are many scientists... idealists.

The world is in tatters.

But there are always people mending things.

"If we win this war, then...the seeds of light will rush into the world along with our ideals."

“Imperialism is afraid when we need freedom.”

Victor looked into the distance through the floor-to-ceiling windows, "I just want that everyone has the right to choose."

Casare looked at his boss with admiration.

“The proof of progress is not making the rich richer, but making the poor less miserable!”

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