Working as a police officer in Mexico

Barzan was nearly sixty years old; how could he endure such a blow from a young man? His face turned red as he gasped for air, having been kicked in the stomach.

"Hold... hold him down! Hold... him down!!" Barzan yelled, clutching his belly and pointing at Uday. The bodyguards rushed to restrain him, but Uday struggled vigorously, shouting, "I'll kill you, I want to kill all of you!"

"I'll kill all you bastards!"

The crewmembers and bodyguards who restrained him shivered; Uday would definitely do it. They looked helplessly at Barzan.

"Lock him up!"

"Barzan! I am Uday Hussein. You dare to lock me up?! You are nothing but the child of a wild woman."

Barzan's face changed color, and he slapped Uday across the face, grabbing his neck, "Shut up! Uday!"

"You're not a prince anymore! What are you being arrogant for? Your brother Qusay is the successor, you are just an abandoned pawn. Do you know how many people wish you were dead in the United States?"

"That's my position!!" Uday bellowed.

He had always regarded the name Qusay as his nemesis!

"No! It's not, I don't agree, and the army won't agree. You will never be the king of Iraq, lock him up."

As Uday was dragged away to a compartment, he still shouted, "I am the eldest son, I am the future of Iraq..."

Barzan frowned, the pain in his belly unbearable, but he was more exhausted mentally. Still, he reassured the bodyguards, "Don't worry, once we get back, he will definitely be locked up; you don't need to worry about your safety."

The bodyguards looked at each other, having no choice but to believe him.

Sitting in his seat and looking at the clouds outside, Barzan sighed unintentionally.

There's no hope left.

Let it be destroyed.

...

Meanwhile, Victor, whom Pearson called a "man-eating thug," was baring his large front teeth and welcoming a guest who had come from afar.

The person in charge of the International Narcotics Control Board Secretariat—Nurnisha Kalis, a German woman.

Past her prime.

A bit saggy in the chest.

But she must have been pretty when she was young.

It's just that the "Three Musketeers" of the Mexico news department, Jeff Bennett the "Clown," Ethan Hunt the "God of Guns," and George Smiley the "Taibao," were not around. If any of these men were here,

They would be executed without error!

She was there to oversee the investigation of the attack on the UN convoy.

First, under Victor's accompaniment, she visited the two female officials to soothe their feelings. As she exited the hospital, she turned to Victor to express her gratitude.

"Thank you, Governor, sir."

"My soldiers will protect any ordinary citizen on Mexican soil," Victor said solemnly.

"We will still need your assistance in investigating this matter," Nurnisha Kalis said.

"The matter has already been thoroughly investigated."

"Oh? That quickly?"

Victor extended his hand toward his chief secretary, Krista Schroeder, who handed him a document. "We took this matter very seriously and immediately dispatched personnel for on-site investigation and inquiries."

"This act was perpetrated by the Sinaloa drug traffickers, a total of 17 drug traffickers, who have all been arrested."

Victor spoke proudly.

It was really just for the sake of providing an explanation to the outside world.

There are no damn surveillance cameras in the wilds of Mexico, how would they find them?

They just found 17 drug traffickers to be the scapegoats!

Tell me if that's not a quick case resolution.

Victor hadn't wronged anyone; these were drug traffickers, and they deserved to die!

Nurnisha Kalis, who had managed to become the head of the International Narcotics Control Board Secretariat, was no fool either.

She looked deeply at Victor and pondered, "How do you plan to deal with them?"

She was under a lot of pressure. The Drug Control Agency of the United Nations was to be established, a merger of the United Nations Narcotics Office, the International Narcotics Control Board Secretariat, and the United Nations Narcotic Drugs Abuse Control Fund.

As the speaker of one of these bodies, if she performed well in this operation, she could return as the Head of the Drug Control Agency.

The inner workings were complex.

"I have already ordered a trial for them and carried out the execution by hanging in Tijuana Central Square! Here are their confessions," Victor was very thorough, with the drug traffickers' signed confessions tucked into the documents.

Don't agree?

We'll remind you.

"Including the video and audio records of the questioning, it's very certain that those 17 drug traffickers are the culprits!"

"May I go to the execution site to have a look?"

"Of course, no problem, it's about 1 kilometer from here; bring the car over," he said to his secretary in the latter half of his statement.
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"No need, I'd like to walk and see," she replied.

"Of course." Victor paused, nodded, and then glanced at Jason Bourne, who immediately understood and quietly slipped away.

About 60 people walked there.

On the way, Victor explained the Northern Governor's Office's commitment and determination in the drug prohibition campaign.

"Governor, sir! Sir!"

As they turned a corner, they passed by a school where a "teacher" leaning on the railing spotted him, waved, and called out excitedly.

The decibel level was... rather high.

This sound immediately drew the attention of the students in the school, and those playing basketball ran over from the court, waving furiously at Victor from the railing.

And a man standing behind Victor tugged at his sleeve, prompting him to raise his hand and wave rhythmically, a smile on his face.

A United Nations official happened to witness this scene.