Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1052 - 539: No War in Mexico..._2
Chapter 1052 -539: No War in Mexico…_2
Goebbels spoke casually, but the journalists below were listening with their hearts in their throats.
“When we say we’ll kill a drug trafficker’s whole family, we mean it. We never break our word, and I can assure you this: Medellin won’t be bombed just once. This will become a long-term mission, and any country daring to obstruct this bombing mission will be deemed as a drug cartel accomplice!”
He organized the folders on the desk a bit, then was about to leave when he paused and squeezed out a somewhat sinister smile, “Of course, we welcome anyone to criticize us, come to Mexico and say it face to face.”
Shameless!
Damn it, asking us to go to Mexico, would that be a good thing?
Purple Bullet Administrator, right?
“They should all be tried by the International Court!” a journalist mumbled softly, unable to stand Goebbels’ arrogance but afraid to speak out loud.
A colleague nearby covered his mouth.
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Besides…
During the US-Mexico War, Victor was actually wanted by the International Court, and then…
Absolutely useless.
You know your warrant can’t even cross the Pacific Ocean, right?
Victor is typically someone who doesn’t mind getting bitten by mosquitoes among all the mess.
“Let’s go, let’s go.”
The journalists shook their heads helplessly; without U.S. Military intervention, there’s no way.
After the Pacific Fleet collision, the U.S. Military has only protested until now.
If protests worked, Victor would be dead already.
Goebbels stepped off the platform, and his secretary ran over, “Supreme Leader will gather all ministers for a meeting this afternoon.”
He looked at the time, “What time?”
“Two in the afternoon.”
Goebbels nodded lightly, “I got it.”
It’s still eleven o’clock; he can have lunch and take a nap.
He hummed a tune in good spirits and walked back to the office, greeting familiar colleagues along the way.
He first opened the computer on the desk, logged into social media, and saw Victor posted an update two hours ago:
“China, Mexico, and India have passed a tariff-free agreement. The world is not only about conflict but also peace and mutual benefit. Mexico will fully cooperate with the two countries in communication technology!”
Below were comments from netizens around the world.
“Three poor countries, tariff-free? What are they selling to each other? Bananas?”—A United States netizen.
“Ridiculous, I’ve been to China, the place is full of trash, simply the worst place I’ve been to, I think they have no future, you should cooperate with us India, we also have over a billion people!”
“Everyone knows the wealth of Asia is in South Korea, and Victor chooses to cooperate with China? He’ll just starve. As for the communication technology he mentioned? I asked my American friends, they said it’s very simple, essentially no technical content.”—South Korean netizen.
“Very happy to see the cooperation of two great countries, I am happy, I also support Victor’s strong anti-drug stance, drug traffickers are just like human traffickers, damn them all, anyone who defends drug traffickers is a fool, f**k the grass.”—Canadian netizen.
This “social platform” built by Mexico doesn’t have any profanity filters; it’s filled with male testosterone.
Sometimes Goebbels finds it too vulgar; he silently liked the Supreme Leader’s post before planning to close the webpage, only to see he had a message in his inbox.
He clicked it open and found an appointment letter from the President’s Office Secretariat.
Mexico began extensive use of computers for national enterprises and institutions in early 1992.
The United States started using them in the early 70s.
“Appoint Belsaria Ramsfield as President of the Mexican Red Cross Association and CEO of Mexico’s ‘Next Generation’ Foundation.”
At that time, the image of the International Red Cross was still good.
The appointment letter also bore the President’s seal.
Goebbels naturally had no objections, replied with an OK, and then closed the webpage.
Victor never hid his nepotism, but unfortunately, the offspring in the family are either crooked or torn.
Not one competent person among them.
Just like the Sima family.
All sorts of cousins, causing trouble for him all the time; many people help because of his face, but this group behaves ugly.
But you can’t ignore them; others would say you’re harsh, so he set up the “Vieri Family Foundation,” directly sponsoring those who want to go abroad to study, and offering interest-free loans to those who want to do business, but they have to repay—if they lose, they bear the loss themselves, issued monthly according to Mexico’s Five Protection Households minimum guarantee.
600 pesos…
Take it or leave it.
Belsaria Ramsfield received a higher education, and Victor certainly would let her take charge of many things; see, soon she’ll even be able to manage a department.
Goebbels suddenly thought of someone he saw at the Supreme Leader’s wedding, Belsaria Ramsfield’s cousin.
Seemed to have some interest in him.
Should he sell a bit of charm too?
Being relatives develops faster than being subordinates, doesn’t it?
Could be worth considering.
Marriage is just a business; if he can sell at a better price, why not?
Victor certainly doesn’t know Goebbels thought so much.
He’s extremely busy.
After the Medellin bombing, Carter personally called to express concern.
“War never spares women and children, sir; blame it on them being Pablo’s believers.”
Carter’s tone on the other end was very bleak, “You’re too extreme; it’s not a good thing.”
Victor raised an eyebrow, “Will the United States step in?”
The other side suddenly went silent.
“Your actions are frightening the Conservative members of Parliament.”
Americans are actually very complicated; they allow criticism of the U.S. Government in movies, even bombing the White House, it’s all commonplace, entertainment till death, after all.
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