Working as a police officer in Mexico

To counter the increasingly severe provocations of the Northern Army.

"Richard Bruce Cheney died in such a stupid way, the Defense Minister being blown up in a U.S. Military hospital is the funniest joke I've heard, fuck!"

Arturo Desena waved his hand discontentedly.

He had given the other party a bribe of 30 million US dollars!

Tsk, tsk, tsk…

All that money has now gone down the drain.

"Have those Americans decided who will be the new Pentagon chief? Any news?"

Endric Vinicius rubbed his temples and lowered his voice, "It's said that some people hope Donald Rumsfeld will rise to the position."

"That old man, he's not on good terms with us," Arturo Desena frowned.

"We've sent gifts three times, all returned. The old man doesn't seem to yield to soft or hard approaches. He's still the representative negotiating peace with the Northern Army. If he takes power, it will be difficult for us to get orders from the U.S. Military. Boss, I'm afraid he'll block us, should we just wipe him out..." Endric Vinicius made a chopping motion with his palm.

His expression was slightly fierce.

Ready to eliminate people at the slightest disagreement.

"Are you stupid in the head? Is he someone we can afford to mess with? If the CIA finds out, both you and I will have to lay down our lives." Arturo Desena almost choked on his cigarette, looking at him as if he were an idiot.

"Boss, we can find someone else."

"Now that Hydra is quite famous, let's get them to take him out!"

Hydra…

Just hearing the name made Arturo Desena's eyebrows twitch, even a hardened killer like him was wary.

This was the terrorist organization that caused the fall of London!

Allegedly, several American high-ranking officials being killed were related to them...

And for every person they kill, they post the charges against them online, earning a significant reputation among radical groups.

When Hydra, the organization named after the villain in Marvel, was causing a stir, authors like Stan Lee, Jack Kirby, and Steve Ditko were invited for a chat.

It even made the newspapers.

"Wait, just wait… it's not necessary, don't touch the Americans." Arturo Desena muttered to himself, still unable to harden his heart.

Mostly out of fear of retribution.

Seeing the boss say this, Endric Vinicius had no choice but to agree.

They talked about some work-related matters, and he was about to leave but suddenly, as if thinking of something, he turned his head, "Boss, those three scumbags from the Gulf Group and Elvis Salinas have been getting quite chummy lately."

Arturo Desena's eyes flashed, with a dismissive smile.

"With military power in our hands, what can they stir up?"

"Strong troops make the calls!"

"I think we should teach Elvis Salinas a lesson," Endric said.

This puppet is getting a bit out of line.

What do you want to do?

Do you want power?

Do you want to stand above us?

You think having the Americans as your back makes you amazing?

Arturo Desena squinted his eyes, "Then let him suffer a bit, make him understand that in the Southern Alliance, the Yanks are partners, not... untouchables!"

"Understood."

Upon leaving, Endric called the "Los Zetas" soldiers at the door and rushed to the home of the puppet President, Elvis Salinas.

They crashed directly through the front gate!

"What are you doing! What are you doing!" screamed a black bodyguard, but before he could finish, he was slapped to the ground by the captain, "Idiot, didn't you see the badge on the car?"

The black man lifted his head and saw a "Z" letter!

A chill ran through his body, nearly peeing himself in fright.

"Where is Mr. President?" Endric Vinicius got off the car and asked them.

"In... upstairs, sir," the captain hastily replied.

The other nodded and glanced at the black bodyguard, taking his soldiers up the stairs, and even knocked on the door, "Mr. President, I'm coming in."

After saying that, he glanced at a soldier next to him who then kicked open the door, and a woman's scream echoed inside.

"What are you doing! Endric! What are you doing!" shouted a shirtless puppet president Elvis, terror in his voice.

"Sir, you've been neglecting state affairs lately, tangled up every day with women, it's not good. I heard that a wise man must stay away from the pleasures of women, let me take care of this trouble for you."

Two soldiers rushed forward whipping off the blanket, dragging a blonde lady by the ankles, the... sights quite rugged and deep!

"Help me, Elvis, save me!" the lady cried out weeping.

"Let her go!!!"

Elvis picked up a double-barreled shotgun hanging on the wall, his eyes red and body trembling with fury, full of emotion.

Endric, watching him, smirked, pulled out a gun and stuffed the barrel in the woman's mouth, then thumbed the safety off...

"Don't… don't kill me, please…"

Bang!!

The lady's pleading was abruptly silenced, her head burst open, her body lifelessly lying on the ground, blood spurting out instantly.

"Ah!!!! Endric! You bastard!!!" Elvis screamed, rushing over, pressing the shotgun against Endric's forehead, his eyes bloodshot, the nearby Los Zetas soldiers aiming their guns at him.

The dark muzzle immediately cooled him down a bit.

The redness in his eyes quickly faded away.

Seeing Elvis's hand shaking, Endric laughed out loud, patting his face, "Mr. President, my boss told me to tell you not to think too much, consider yourself a pig, eat your fill, sleep your fill, got it?"