Working as a police officer in Mexico

Rosie Delagon of the CIA "couldn't discuss cooperation due to health reasons," so the compliant DEA naturally took up the responsibility.

The two sides swiftly listed several conditions for cooperation.

"First, Mexico will treat the North American Drug Syndicate as a terrorist organization!"

"Second, intelligence sharing between both parties."

"Third, the United States will provide the first batch of military equipment worth over 20 million US Dollars!"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Fourth, the US military will provide assistance to Mexico as much as possible."

"Fifth, the United States will help the Anti-Drug Force establish air and naval forces!"

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There were about twenty conditions in total; anyway, the overall cooperation was quite fair and even Victor felt like he had gained some advantage.

He seized the opportunity to propose the establishment of air and naval forces for the Anti-Drug Force, suggesting that Mexico's military was unreliable.

Milovan Garner agreed without a second thought, but with one condition, "No purchasing of fighter jets from the Soviet Union."

That was no problem!

In fact, the United States had never explicitly forbidden Mexico from developing an air force. The last time was in 1982 when Mexico ordered 12 F-5E/F jets from the United States, and by the Millennium, only four remained, the attrition rate competing with that of the Indians.

Mexico has always been passive in terms of military development, with no ambition to dominate the Americas; it just wanted to lay low.

The active troops numbered less than two hundred thousand, which included civilian personnel, and only about a hundred thousand were really capable of entering battle. Most of these were occupied with combating domestic drug traffickers or participating in trafficking,

with only 2 infantry brigades, one mechanized infantry brigade, one armored brigade, one airborne brigade, seven artillery regiments, and one armored regiment at home. Their organizational structure was puny, and both RB and Germany also do not permit military development but still have a considerable number of personnel.

The operational costs of two or three American aircraft carriers alone equaled their entire military budget.

They didn't have any formidable enemies.

When would the American empire attack them?

Damn!

Impoverished Mexicans had been waiting a hundred years—do they need someone holding the ladder to scale the wall?

Does anyone need to guide you?

We're begging you, please come and attack Mexico. We really want to become part of the United States.

In Baja California State, many residents were dissatisfied that the Americans only took half of Lower California during the US-Mexico War. The rest they just didn't want? That's discrimination!

They sued the U.S. Government in court, demanding the court grant them US citizenship.

Mexico once applied to join the United States as a whole, but the U.S. scorned them and refused, for various political, cultural, and economic reasons.

Anyway, the United States truly trusts the other two North American brothers; as long as you don't follow that bear, you can do whatever you want. This is why the United States didn't intervene, even when Victor caused such a huge commotion within Mexico.

There was no need to; let them fight it out in that rotten place.

Isn't it quite dramatic?

Magical North America!

Ordinary people might think so, but Victor could not!

He didn't want such humiliating treaties to find him; he directed them to Cuauhtémoc in Mexico City. Now do you understand why Victor wouldn't seize that token position?

Without power, taking the seat would only make him a signature tool on American documents; he didn't want to leave a stain in Mexican history.

Victor wanted to be in the history books!

He and Milovan Garner signed a temporary draft, with specifics to be announced at an upcoming press conference.

That was Victor's proposal.

How could a just person lose courage under the destruction of evil?

One must stand at the forefront and tell everyone, "The United States is, um, not that—it's my..." That's not the point.

It is that Mexico and the United States have reached an ultimatum on the drug issue. To the smaller Latin American countries, take note and act accordingly.

Truth be told, the Americans are stingy—only 20 million US Dollars in weapons and ammunition. Don't be fooled by the amount; it's pathetically insufficient in a war.

As in the Persian Gulf War, firing 52 Tomahawk cruise missiles in one go would cost about 52 million US Dollars, equivalent to the daily consumption of Big Bear and Second Bear in conflict, whereas the United States could fire these missiles in just ten minutes. Your 20 million US Dollars isn't going to give me some World War II relics, right?

"Mr. Bush is very eager to see swift retaliation against the North American Drug Syndicate!" said Milovan Garner.

"Of course, no problem! I can tell you with certainty, Sinaloa State—the next area to be liberated by the Anti-Drug Force—will be this one. We are going to blow this Mexican drug den sky-high!"

Milovan Garner nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this.

To Mexican drug traffickers, Sinaloa is like the "cradle," with several drug lords having started from the villages there.

The old tombs are covered with coca plants!

Guzman's stronghold is right there, and his old mother is still enjoying her twilight years.

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When the time comes, his dad's ashes should be scattered to the wind!

After the cooperation talks concluded, they heard that the CIA guys had already left first.

"So discourteous, this is Mexico, not the United States; our hosts don't even get a word."

Before Victor could speak, Milovan Garner cursed discontentedly, "The CIA are all sons of bitches."

"Indeed," Victor nodded in agreement.

"But you still need to hurry up and deal with the FBI chief. If possible, find a handsome man to sleep with her; that woman is really horny."

And Milovan Garner said that earnestly.

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But she's also your mistress, isn't she?

F*ck!

Is American politics really played so dirty?

After sending Milovan Garner off, Victor's expression gradually became somber. Looking at Jason Bourne behind him, he asked, "Are there any handsome men in the Mexican news department?"

"Someone good at speaking."

Jason Bourne looked puzzled and thought, Boss, we're legal and compliant! Stay tuned to empire

"How about... I do it?"

Victor glanced at him and patted Jason Bourne's shoulder, "I admire your confidence."

"Let's not rush to bed that lady. Give her money, let her have a blast at the casino; all expenses will come from... Mexico's treasury. Report to Cuauhtémoc, have him release the development funds for Baja California and Sonora for the next two years ahead of schedule."

Boss!

The taxes from E City have already been collected for the next two years.

Victor acted as if he were Mexico's Regent, making decisions with a single phrase.

He needed to return to his office and carefully consider what kind of aircraft to use for his air force!

A-10 attack plane?! (Warthog)!

F-16?

Or perhaps: F-117!

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Langley.

At the entrance of the CIA headquarters.

Acting Director Richard James Curl made a point of changing the entrance as soon as he took office, thinking it was bad luck.

Having worked at the CIA for over 30 years and with some clout, his rise to this position hadn't spawned any issues.

"What! You say Rosie Delagon got sent to the hospital?!" Richard's eyes bulged, and his glasses slid down as he shouted in surprise.

The expression of another deputy director standing in front of him was similarly a mix of shame and anger, "Our people say, Victor was dissatisfied with Rosie's terms, and then he gave her a concussion. She probably won't be able to work for a while."

"Director, this Mexican has totally disrespected us, it's an intolerable humiliation, when have we ever been so disgraced?"

Richard James Curl frowned and didn't say a word.

"How about we talk to Mr. Bush and suggest he switch his support to someone else? Or, what if we find a way to kill Victor, then boost someone of our own?" suggested the deputy director.

"Did you... forget about what happened with Alejandro?" Richard retorted with a question, giving the other a look.

"People outside are still suspecting it was us who killed him. Damn, that was definitely Victor's doing. That Mexican is ruthless, killing his long-time follower just like that and dumping the blame on us."

Richard lifted his head and scolded the deputy director, "Don't focus your efforts on trivial people. Right now, we have to deal with the situation in the Persian Gulf. The President is already displeased with us. If another incident happens at this crucial time and I am forced to resign, I'll drag you down with me."

The deputy director shrank a little.

"So we're just going to let this go, Director?"

Richard James Curl squinted, "Of course not. Since the hard way doesn't work, we'll try the soft approach. Find a woman to get close to Victor, a pretty one; he likes them with large cup sizes."

"You know about this too?"

"Nonsense!"

Richard looked at the deputy director and cursed, wondering how this guy even climbed the ranks.

What man doesn't like large cup sizes?

Could there be someone who prefers flat pans?

"We'll find a way to slowly infiltrate his Anti-Drug Force, subtly buying them off one by one. There's no rush; we have all the time in the world. We must stay calm. The fierce wolf will eventually nod off."

What the CIA wants, nobody can deny!

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