Working as a police officer in Mexico

The driver floored the accelerator, taking the group away.

Balzan stood by the window of the suite, squinting at the departing Mercedes-Benz, his brow slightly furrowed, "This is not going to be easy."

He came here not only to form an alliance, but Saddam also hoped he could entice someone to do their bidding.

Money paved the way, smashing it down until they agreed.

But later, Balzan realized that to even leave this hotel, he needed to file a report.

...

August 23.

The Soviet Union's 819 coup was declared a failure!!

The conflict accelerated the decline of this "Empire"...

The countdown to death began.

And according to CIA intelligence, the "Alcoholic" had already secretly signed "treaties" with 15 countries, they even accurately predicted the time of the Soviet Union's dissolution.

December 26, 1991!

This news was reported by the "Washington Post," using indirect language, "according to CIA informants."

Who knows where they get so many informants from.

Although many people considered it to be groundless.

There were still some people eagerly watching, hoping it was true!

The Soviet Union falls!

The whole world is fed!

Of course, this has nothing to do with Victor, nor will it affect his business, the Soviet Union can no longer reach the Baltic Sea, and it won't delay the transportation of weapons.

And it was also this morning at 11.

Donald Rumsfeld announced his inauguration as the new Defense Minister at the White House!

The skinny old man with glasses took up residence in The Pentagon for the second time, his hand on the Bible, "I solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the duties of the Defense Minister of the United States, exerting my utmost effort, adhering to, upholding, and defending the Constitution of the United States!"

The crowd below clapped vigorously.

After the oath, it was time for the press conference.

The journalists, who couldn't wait any longer, raised their hands one by one.

Donald Rumsfeld chose an American journalist, who stood up and immediately asked, "Mr. Defense Minister, regarding the death of your predecessor, Mr. Richard Bruce Cheney, the Hydra organization claimed responsibility, and you are the fourth Pentagon head in two years, what signal do you think this sends?"

"What are your thoughts on the conflict between Texas and Mexico? Thank you!"

A flurry of questions all at once.

All journalists were looking at him, their eyes filled with nervous anticipation, as if to implore, give us something shocking!

"The Hydra has been listed as a global terrorist organization by the CIA's Intelligence Bureau red list, and we will issue a global warrant for its members. Any country or force that dares to harbor, conceal, or hide its organization is an enemy of the United States!"

"We will take the most severe measures!"

"Currently, we have identified the culprits, but specific details cannot be disclosed."

Donald Rumsfeld's hawk-like eyes swept across the audience, "As for Texas, the interests of the United States are not begged for, we have the ability to defend our own land!"

"I have already ordered Texas to enter a state of combat readiness, if the Mexican Army does not withdraw within three days, I will take extraordinary measures!"

"Next question."

His words were forceful, this old man actually did have a certain charm.

Unlike the previous two, Donald Rumsfeld hails from a typical military background and is quite stiff, having offended quite a few people.

If it weren't for the recent bad luck, those Angsa people and capitalists certainly wouldn't push him forward.

There can be no more incidents, The Pentagon has become a joke.

Of course, I hope he's tough enough.

Half an hour later, he ended the meet-and-greet, and as soon as he came down from the stage, he saw Little Bush, who congratulated him with a smile but couldn't hide the sadness on his face.

Old Bush had a seizure during the explosion?

It should be... presumably.

The specific reason has not been found yet.

He's still in the ICU, and the House of Representatives has passed the re-election, Old Bush's body can't hold on any longer.

"Watch out for the CIA." Little Bush patted the shoulder of his old friend and whispered, his voice very low.

Donald Rumsfeld's pupils shrank.

Suddenly, a very shocking thought occupied his mind.

Why would Little Bush say that?

Had he discovered something?

Or could it be that Richard Bruce Cheney wasn't done by the CIA???

Hydra's own admission seemed more like a way to expand their fame.

No... impossible!

The CIA wouldn't betray the United States...

Maybe, probably not!

Even the audacious "Father of US Military Reform" Donald Rumsfeld was somewhat trembling inside, but still maintained an expressionless face.

The power of the CIA, it is a bit too much.

He watched Little Bush leave and then resumed smiling, engaging in conversation with those who came to congratulate him.

Those with thunder in their hearts but calm on the surface, can be greeted as an Admiral General!

Victor's opponent is coming.

Meanwhile in Mexico City.

Salvos of gunfire from the cannon salute!

Soldiers lined up on both sides, many students holding flowers and cheering loudly, all brought over from Tijuana to prevent any accidents.

The locals are not so polite...

The main roads were scrubbed clean, and the shattered windows along the sides were all repaired.

Journalists who were allowed to broadcast the ceremonial entrance live stayed in their positions, wiping their lenses, many of them with hearts full of emotion.

For safety, all residents within a 1500-meter radius were evacuated.

He certainly didn't want to become "Mexico's version of Yoshikazu Shirakawa."

B needs to be safely outfitted.

Don't show off...

As the cannon salute ended right on time, the big clock on the Mexico City Metropolitan Cathedral chimed!

Dong~ Dong~

And then came the "clatter" sound.

Then one could see six Char horses walking in, and in the center, Victor riding a Lipizzaner horse. He was also very formal today, in full military dress, with a sword tucked at his waist and medals on his chest, riding on a white horse, he was simply too cool.

He stretched out his gloved hand.

The "people" below cheered excitedly.

Showing one's holiness in front of others turned out to be so exhilarating, it was somewhat addictive.

Behind him followed the brightly polished M1A1 main battle tank, driven by General Horatio Herbert Kitchener, with the crew composed of Erich Ludendorff, Kennedy, and... Goodrian!

He was the only Major General on the vehicle, freshly promoted.

His breathing was a bit rapid.

Originally, the seats here were planned for the division commanders of several divisions, but Victor directly promoted him, patted his shoulder and told him, "A man's honor cannot be given to others, let the warriors earn their glory on the battlefield!"

With one sentence, he was set at the head of the tank.

Mama...

I've made it!

Such a high-profile and pompous entrance ceremony was broadcast nationwide.

Arturo Desena, the Southern drug traffickers' government Defense Minister in Yucatan, smoked a cigarette with squinted eyes. His deputy, Endric Vinicius, was vigorously cursing beside him, "Fall down, fall down! Die, you son of a bitch!"

This was not in the minority...

Those drug traffickers in the south and smuggling gangs on the border all hoped he would fall and die, a bunch of them were staring at the TV and shouting.

He looked just like a clown.

Meanwhile, Ye Zhenli, who ran to Puebla, watched the scene on TV with eyes shining with envy!

A thought suddenly popped into his mind: He could be replaced!

Which man doesn't have such ambition?

To rule as king and overlord!

"Envious?" Ye Zhenli asked Walter White next to him, who was thinking with his head down and looked up blankly at the TV when interrupted, "What's there to be envious about? I don't understand why you Chinese like to be emperors so much."

"Forget it, you won't understand, you foreign devil." Ye Zhenli waved his hand, speaking in Chinese, and turned his gaze back to the TV, "Being nobility and high officials."

Walter White shrugged.

Now he just wanted to make drugs.

He already had a new "product" in mind, which would surely astonish the whole world once it came out!

26,000 troops from 4 army groups and 2 reserve divisions were deployed in Mexico City. As the passionate call of "Mexicans, heed the call to war" rang out, the national flag was slowly raised.

Victor stood on the top level balcony of the National Palace, waving to the reporters and public below.

"From now on, I declare!"

"Mexico City as the capital, Tijuana as the economic special zone!"

Victor pointed ahead and shouted, "Long live!"

Snap!

Many reporters below hurried to capture the moment.

From now on...

Victor would have the sole justification in law!

After all the ceremonies had ended.

He lay on the couch, resting quietly. Showing one's holiness in public was tiring too. He had just dozed off for a while when Casare knocked and came in.

"Boss..."

"What's the matter?" Victor propped himself up and asked.

"A call from Washington." Casare paused, "It's from Mr. Rumsfeld."

Father-in-law?

Victor's eyebrows raised, signaling to hand him the phone.

"Hello~"

"Victor..."

The old man's voice on the other side was a bit coarse, and after a moment of pondering, he said, "Do me a favor, pull your troops back."