Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1053 - 539: No War in Mexico..._3
Chapter 1053 -539: No War in Mexico…_3
But if you mix anti-capitalist thoughts into films, oh man, they’ll explode.
They’ll try everything to kill you.
Wasn’t the Soviet “Liberation” film series promoting the heroic battles of the Soviet Army in WWII, with some ideology mixed in, banned from screening in the United States?
Even after the Soviet Union collapsed, it remained a banned film.
In the Latin American region, anyone daring to make such a film is looking for death.
Mexico and Cuba realized they couldn’t eradicate it entirely, so it grew too big to handle.
They couldn’t take you down.
But after Carter took office, one of the demands of the far-right groups was: to go to war with Victor, to obliterate socialist ideas. We need capital!
They are afraid.
In the famous Battle of Treasure Island, why were the Soviets afraid?
Their missiles and weapons were invincible; to be blunt, they could dominate the world.
In essence, East University soldiers weren’t afraid to die, and more profoundly, the Soviet Union never securely held the position of the big brother in the red camp!
A soldier marching from Prague against a brotherly party was just a display of red terror with teeth bared and claws outstretched!
Ultimately…
It’s all about ideological soul.
Some in the United States thought that Mexico would collapse, because the anti-drug campaign was too devastating, and because Victor’s rule was too undemocratic.
But gradually…
They found out that for the sake of anti-drug efforts and for life, the Mexican people dared to sacrifice.
American capitalism got scared. What were they? They were scum mingling with drug traffickers for money.
For money, they could sell the rope to hang themselves.
When Mexico, Cuba, and East University strengthened cooperation on economic, military, and livelihood issues,
they realized…
The fallen giant bear turned into an eagle, and it’s very close to the United States, just a pee away.
They didn’t dare to confront Mexico with force, so they planned to use methods used against the Soviet Union, dragging out the opponent with ideological lines.
To drown Mexico’s military edge in the quagmire of Latin American drug traffickers.
When you can’t afford the consumption, you’ll collapse. Then promote anti-war sentiment, nurture colonists in Mexico, ten, twenty, thirty years, Mexico will definitely be dragged down!
When Victor heard Carter’s words, he remained calm, “Maybe you’ve never really seen the people as human. You’re just afraid someone might stand over you. Even you are like this. To you, the people are like stray dogs, and you’re just giving them dog food as alms.”
These words seemed to provoke Carter, “Shut up! You’re slandering me!”
“Really?”
So damn infuriating.
“Your personality is too aggressive, Victor, this is not good for your future development.”
“Dead people aren’t aggressive, and then they die. Alright, Mr. Carter, don’t worry, I understand you want to be a good person. Go ahead, but I hope you don’t point fingers in the anti-drug efforts.”
Victor finished speaking and hung up the phone, giving the old man no face at all.
“Why so angry?” Belsaria came over with a bowl of soup, enjoying being a good wife and mother, even cooking herself.
According to her, family is about the daily necessities. If left to servants, everyone’s busy with life; where’s the fun in that?
“Pedantic Carter.” Victor snorted twice, “He’s like a puppet, completely indecisive. Wants reform, but doesn’t dare to commit, yet hopes I change?”
“Mr. Carter is a good man,” Belsaria said softly, ladling soup for him.
“A good man can’t hold this position. I have a feeling he’ll be out in six months, at most a year. You don’t know, do you? A group of Congressmen just pressured him a few days ago on Capitol Hill to change domestic and foreign policies, they even held meetings without notifying him…”
Victor’s tone was disdainful, “If it were me, I’d damn send troops to shoot them all…”
Belsaria nudged him, “Don’t say that. Come try some, ginseng duck soup.”
She’s American, so she’s aware of the situation in America.
Even Roosevelt didn’t dare say to shoot Congress, let alone Carter?
Victor took a sip of the soup and gave Belsaria a thumbs up, constantly praising her, fully valuing the emotional significance.
“Have your parents called you? Recently?”
At this point, Belsaria looked worried, “When our marriage news reached America, quite a few extremists protested at the door, calling us traitors…”
“Some even climbed over the wall trying to get into the courtyard, but fortunately, the bodyguards spotted them, and nothing happened.”
“If worst comes to worst, come hide in Mexico for a while.”
“I spoke with my grand uncle (what Americans call the second grandpa), but he said…”
“The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish. Though many far-right organization members oppose him now, there are also supporters. It’s the perfect time for enhancing the Rumsfeld Family’s reputation.”
Victor was taken aback, your grand uncle is really trendy, his words make some sense.
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Zhu Yuanzhang was even said to have sold his ass back then. (Gouzi literature).
Cultivating a good reputation has been useful in any era.
“Then let them stay safe, and if they need anything, just say so. I’m also waiting for him to step into the President’s position.”
Belsaria smiled, continuing to ladle soup for him, “Drink more.”
Not afraid of overdoing it, Victor was still too weak.
“What smells so strong?”
Belsaria’s face changed, “Oh oh oh, I still have fish cooking inside.” With that, she rushed back in.
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