Working as a police officer in Mexico

The big Fox and the little Fox glanced at each other without saying much.

But they both knew…

The button to maintain the relationship was fastened.

Who cares about Belsaria's feelings?

Times change, productivity changes, people's hearts change, but some things never change.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Philts sighed in his heart.

Victor was too calm; he knew what he wanted!

So calm that it's somewhat inhuman.

Ah…

...

Meanwhile, at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center.

In the garden downstairs.

Little Bush looked shocked at the man in front of him, "You want me… to run for President?!"

The person opposite him was none other than Narli, the last person Clinton met.

"Of course, we all think you can lead the United States out of the crisis, after all, your father was a great man."

Larry said with a smile, but why did that smile always feel so creepy?

Having become the Governor of Texas by now, Little Bush was actually quite stunned. Initially, he was managing a baseball team with friends, but his father fell, and the family urgently needed someone to step up, so he ran for Governor, relying on powerful… "connections," he gained the position.

But now, it's been just a year, and you tell me you want me to be President?

"I'm afraid public opinion and internal…" he hesitated.

"You don't need to worry about any of that, my buddy, BlackRock has chosen you; all you need to consider is how to sit in the White House with a victory posture."

So arrogant!

Those words were just outright brazen.

But Little Bush wasn't surprised at all because BlackRock indeed has this capability. （It's inconvenient to write the Chinese name.）

Founded in 1988, they are an asset management company; whose assets do they manage?

They are full of elites!

As the saying goes: I serve the class!

Larry is the founder of this company and also a Facilitator…

This company uses strong means to deploy globally, for example: the major shareholders of Tokyo Electric Power and Pfizer Pharmaceuticals are BlackRock, the second is Vanguard.

These two pharmaceutical companies together monopolized 80% of the global anti-cancer drugs, with annual profits exceeding $100 billion.

After the subsequent Fukushima nuclear accident, the cancer incidence rate among local residents increased by 118 times. If the cancer incidence rate among coastal residents worldwide increased by 100 times, anti-cancer drugs would become a $10 trillion business annually.

And this…

Is just a small part of their business segment.

In the fields of military, aerospace, education, etc., you can see them…

And behind them is Jewish Capital, why did Clinton have to die?

Larry wouldn't let him go?

Because, Donald is a complex person, he once urged Kennedy not to meddle in Jewish affairs, and then… Kennedy didn't listen and got killed.

He can't be called a traditional Redneck, but he is one of the few White people recognized.

So, was Larry killing Clinton for confidentiality?

No no no, it's more like a kind of apology from the capital supported by them to the Anglo Group behind Rumsfeld.

Although Wall Street's economic rise since the financial storm has enabled Jews to surpass the latter to a certain extent, military is still the latter's turf, with military and energy included in part of it; it can't be a matter of fighting with them over just one Clinton.

Essentially, it's still about making money.

If they fight to the death, what if the Europe and America mutts take over the market?

Of course, the Anglo Group has been declining, and after the rise of the Meixi Sect, you can see, there are basically no traditional Anglo-Saxons anymore…

So, what is Victor fighting against?

Rather than fighting the United States, he'd better say he's fighting the "world economy"!

The more you know, the more powerless you feel.

Moreover, they even have ties with drugs, the famous Opium War was backed by the Sassoon family, and in China alone, over the century, they netted at least 450 million taels of silver from the trade in opium and other drugs, with a maximum possible of up to 1 billion taels!

Who figured out what comes after Opium? The famous pharmaceutical company Bayer Group invented it, selling it globally as a cure-all until the 1930s, making huge fortunes.

Who came up with B-drugs? First discovered by the Japanese in 1885, then synthetically produced by the Romanians in Germany, and in 1933, Schering-Plough, the predecessor of the now well-known GlaxoSmithKline Company, used the virus as medicine, and during World War II, it was used as a fatigue reliever for soldiers until 1971 when it was classified as a drug.

The Drug Lords you imagine throwing money around, and pulling out guns to shoot people recklessly are actually all workers.

And the real Drug Lords are well-dressed, polite capitalists, and bankers who are the real Drug Lords. They control the real lifeblood of drug transactions—the financial channels, holding the world's most powerful intelligence organizations, having the power to easily overthrow any mid-sized military power regime.

The international drug trade surpasses a trillion dollars and occupies 10% of global trade, higher than oil and gas, and comparable to arms trade. Such a huge cash flow, can it bypass the financial system and banks? Dark money needs to be laundered, can it bypass the financial system and banks?

Cold medicine is the best seller in any country…

Why do so many people like taking medicine?

God knows where it's going.

Ye Zhenli started by selling cold medicine.

This is also why Victor needs to strike at the US financial system as one of the important reasons.

Damn it!

More than a hundred years ago, you rose by peddling drugs, I'm not saying anything, I wasn't born.

More than a hundred years later, I'm here, and you still plan to use drugs to prop up your finances, so am I here for nothing?

Victor spent two years sweeping drugs, taking down Sinaloa, Juarez, Tijuana…

Businesses of American banks such as Citibank, JPMorgan, Manhattan Bank, Bank of America were all cut in half, and this is where the real value lies.

Las Vegas had far fewer people in the middle of the night.

The heads of those drug traffickers are now floating in some sea area.

Little Bush licked his parched lips; he was somewhat excited, although he knew that coming to power now wasn't something time-consuming, but that was the presidency; a puppet president isn't a president?

"Don't be so hasty with your answer, but also please inform me of your choice within three days, rest assured, we are friends, I won't harm you." Larry smiled, pushed up his glasses, glanced at his watch, got up, and bid farewell, "I have some things to take care of at the company, I'm leaving now."

Little Bush nodded, stood up, shook hands with the other party, suddenly, he asked without warning, "Mr. Larry, Clinton… how is he?"

The atmosphere just solidified like that.

Larry's face stiffened, his expression unchanged, "He's very happy."

In God's embrace, could one not be happy?

"Work hard, we all earn money together, also, don't stir up the other side's Victor now, we are businessmen, not barbaric hooligans."

After he said that, he patted Little Bush's shoulder and left.

Looking at his back…

Little Bush was somewhat at a loss; this was a piece of dung wrapped in candied fruit, but it really tasted good.

He returned to Old Bush's ward somewhat absent-mindedly.

Under the assistance of "authorities," his health was not bad; he could already sit up and slowly get out of bed.

His face was a bit pale, eating an apple with the help of a nurse, when he saw his son come in and noticed the unusual expression, his gaze narrowed and he waved the nurse out.

"What did Larry want with you?" Old Bush's voice was somewhat weak.

"They want me to be President."

Little Bush confessed it all honestly.

"Cough cough cough…"

The old man coughed fiercely, his face flushed suddenly, Little Bush hurriedly came up to pat his back, the other party grabbed his wrist with a reverse grip, "Refuse them!"

"In the current environment, they don't want you to solve problems, they want you to be a trash can; once you take office, you will face many things, you might even die!"

Little Bush's face tightened, "It's not… it's not to that extent."

"Then what about Clinton?"

The question left him completely unable to answer.

"You are smart Walker, smarter than I was when I was young, but why am I still alive? Because I was cunning enough, Larry can come to you today, and he could shoot at you tomorrow, perhaps Clinton was killed by him."

"But… won't rejecting them…" Little Bush said, conflicted.

"Then find an excuse, it's better to live than to die."

"Then feign illness?"

Old Bush's eyes hardened, "Feign? Break legs or arms? They could push the wheelchair to send you to the White House!"

"Then pretend to be mentally ill?"

"Not enough, far from enough…"

"I'll think of a way, don't rush, go get me something to eat, I want a seedless peach from California."

Little Bush: ???

But seeing the expression on his father's face, he still frowned and walked away.

Once Old Bush was left alone.

He took out a white phone from the drawer and made a call.

"Orpheus, do me a favor."

"Find someone to kill me."

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