Working as a police officer in Mexico

What a character!

A Face Fruit user?

Victor had quite the encounter today.

So that's how... he intensely demanded the withdrawal of the Northern Army?

But who does Emperor think he is?

He wouldn't throw a bird before seeing the rabbit.

Why would I leave without any benefits?

"Mr. Rumsfeld, I haven't had the chance to congratulate you on becoming the new Minister of Defense, but saying I should withdraw just like that, that doesn't sit well with me," Victor said with a smile, resting his feet on the coffee table.

"What do you want?"

"The Rio Grande will belong to Mexico from here on."

"You're full of shit! You... that's impossible!" Rumsfeld said, agitated.

The Rio Grande, nearly spanning the entire border between the two countries, is an essential "lifeline." The farmland of both nations depends on it for irrigation; without it, those farmers would be ready to kill themselves.

What are those farmers?

They're not just peasants!

They're middle-class, people who could show up in "Lo" armed with guns. If I handed over the Rio Grande today, my head would be displayed in the streets tomorrow.

"Let's lease it then!"

"99 years, how about that!"

"And I can promise you, as long as you're in office, we'll keep our hands to ourselves and avoid conflict with the United States. I hear Old Bush isn't doing well. He's bound to step down, and you guys surely won't choose someone who can't control his bladder for the President of the United States, right, hahaha…"

"If the next Minister of Defense isn't you, I'll make trouble. If it's you, I'll stay put. What do you think?"

He's playing the game of "fostering a menace to oneself."

Donald Rumsfeld was originally going to curse when he heard the 99-year lease but became torn when he heard the following proposal.

He is a man who loves power!

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so active in every era…

In 1963, he was favored by the "Meishen Sect" Nixon.

He held important positions in Nixon's administration and was the White House Chief of Staff during the Ford administration.

In 1975, Ford promoted Rumsfeld to the youngest Minister of Defense in U.S. history.

He has a very good relationship with the Republican Party, virtually wearing the same trousers, but what if the Democrats take office?

If he's unseated before warming up the chair, wouldn't that be embarrassing?

In history, Presidents and Ministers of Defense from different parties have existed, but it's usually when the latter is relatively strong.

If...

There's aid from the outside and reputation from the inside...

Donald Rumsfeld wouldn't be able to resist.

Victor sensed the hesitation in the voice on the other end, understanding the man was tempted, but still considering.

"Sir, I have a very good relationship with Belsaria. Maybe one day I'll even call you grandfather. Let's speak openly," he said, straightening his posture and signaling Casare to close the window.

"The interests of the United States and those of Rumsfeld don't overlap. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, it will be the United States' turn to rise alone. That's sure to be a period of ascension. If we harm each other in a conflict with Mexico, nobody wins, right?"

"Yes, you're suggesting Mexico can't beat the United States now, which I admit. But if the battlefield extends to U.S. territory or North America, in ten years, the overlord status won't be America's anymore. Either Europe or Asia will rise. By then, a dead Soviet Union will be replaced by an even more troublesome opponent, not as easy to talk to as me."

"If I have a child with Belsaria, he will have the blood of both the Vieri family and the Rumsfeld family. Do you think he would have a chance to run for President of the United States?"

"Can he lead the Rumsfeld family to become the new political dynasty? Having an external force like me makes your family safer, doesn't it? You wouldn't end up like the Kennedy family, with only the sick and the old left."

The old man on the other end was smart. At these words, the corners of his eyes trembled violently, and he felt dry-mouthed.

The Kennedy family might look glorious, but that "Death Curse" hangs over their heads. Don't expect your rivals to play clean. There's a lot of dirt in the climb to power in American politics!

Someone might even kill his own wife.

As to who that might be...

Let's not go into that.

If the Rumsfeld Family had a "violent foreign ally" like Victor, assuming Victor lived to be 60, that's 30 more years. Thirty years would suffice to bring the family to a new pinnacle.

A son-in-law is half a son...

Thump thump...

The heart beats fast.

"Day after tomorrow is Bramo's day off, he's coming to Mexico for a trip, please take good care of him," the old man spoke up.

Having arranged his eldest grandson's holiday, the specifics obviously would be discussed in person.

"Of course, no problem. He will be safe in Mexico, you can trust the security in the North."

"It's impossible to lease you the Rio Grande, but you can bid for the river's management rights when it comes up. It's about half a year until the current company's contract expires," the old man said nonchalantly, "Within the principles, I'm willing to help you."

For his family's sake, Donald Rumsfeld still chose to sell out American interests. There aren't that many patriots, after all...

Anyway, there's not a single one in Europe or America who'd die for the United States.

It's all business!

All under Heaven are in a commotion for profit's sake; the world is bustling for the sake of gain.

The words of our ancestors weren't wrong.

"Thank you!"

"Before two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, the Northern Army will retreat back to within the national borders."

Victor also made his promise.

After hanging up the phone, he tossed his cellphone onto the sofa, looking at Casare, "The old man's planning to align his family's fate with the nation's."