Working as a police officer in Mexico

When the global media broadcasted the footage.

Everyone was shocked by the impact of this formation.

Meanwhile, on an unnamed small island in the San Juan Islands, north of Puji Bay, Washington State, United States, just a two-and-a-half-hour drive from Seattle and near the Canadian border.

This is a private territory.

However, it is full of phoenix trees, and one can see several delicately decorated wooden cabins, with seagulls flying overhead.

In one of the cabins, four or five people were seated, and anyone could tell at a glance that they had Jewish features.

Larry, the nominal chairman of Blackrock, was also sitting nearby, but he didn't dare to fully sit back. Beside him were all renowned individuals, truly significant Jewish bosses.

In front of them was a television, broadcasting the military parade in Mexico.

When they saw the wounded soldiers passing by, a plump-looking middle-aged man burst into laughter, "Is this the army that defeated the U.S. military?"

Larry of Blackrock cursed inwardly, idiot, can't you see this is Victor's maneuver? But he still forced a laugh to go along with it.

No choice...

After all, they bear the surname Morgan.

In fact, the greatest lie in the world is not "I don't eat cilantro," but "Jews are very smart, the smartest nation in the world."

Many people must have read this sentence in books, right?

It's sheer nonsense.

It's like Chongzhen looking at Louis XVI—what a load of crap!

"Harry, treat your opponents with eyes wide open, instead of mocking them," a Jewish elder sitting nearby said in a low voice, frowning.

The middle-aged man named Harry Morgan's face stiffened, an expression of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, why is he lecturing me? Just because you were friends with my father?

Although he wanted to curse back, the words stuck in his throat, and he dared not utter them.

The atmosphere became somewhat eerie.

"Long live General Victor!"

At this point, a loud cheer came from the television. They looked over and saw thousands of people walking past the viewing stand, holding flowers and shouting loudly.

But that wasn't the most exciting part.

Victor walked to the edge of the platform, raised his hand to the microphone, "Long live Mexico, long live the Mexican people!!"

Boom!

Immediately igniting the atmosphere at the scene.

The wheat has ripened five thousand times, long live the Mexican people for the first time!

Tens of thousands of people on the scene cheered fiercely, even… the live broadcast camera trembled.

On Victor Square on Guadalupe Island, over four thousand islanders jumped up and shouted excitedly at this cheer.

In the city of Ensenada, Baja California State, citizens waved flags and portraits of Victor vigorously.

From Saint Lucas Point in the south, to Tijuana in the north, and Tulum in the east, all of Mexico seemed to be celebrating, with people stomping their feet vigorously.

According to the weather bureau afterwards, Mexico experienced about a 3.8-magnitude earthquake around this time.

In the footage, Mexican citizens wept with joy, shouting happily, as if the dark clouds over Mexico City were shattered.

Larry looked at this scene in shock, his right eyelid twitching violently, his mouth opened, and a sort of "fear" began to pile up in his chest.

The last person who could excite the public like this should be in Asia.

He happened to have witnessed it...

"These peasants! Peasants! Peasants!" Harry Morgan gritted his teeth, his voice almost twisted, "They're all fools, this is the ruling class's charade, can't they see it!!"

Larry glanced at him, knowing why he was so angry.

Because although the Morgan family is wealthy, they have internal competition, and most of Harry's investments are in Mexico, including oil fields, natural gas, and various mining companies, and then… they were confiscated.

He also had about 40,000 acres of land in Morelia, roughly 160 square kilometers, mostly rented to drug traffickers as plantations, earning about 7% from it annually, pure profit!

It's imaginable how profitable it was.

But it's all gone, all confiscated and distributed to farmers by that fool Victor!

It's strange if he could find the other side pleasing, he was a vested interest.

The Jewish elder squinted at the scene on the TV, sighed softly, "There's no need to waste time in Mexico anymore, Victor's regime… is stable."

The others nodded in agreement.

"What!"

"Are we just so cowardly? Giving up like this?" Harry Morgan stared in disbelief.

"We are businessmen, Harry, we assess the interests. How much cost do you think we need to topple Victor? This will take a long time," the Jewish elder shook his head.

But Harry gritted his teeth, "Don't you want to see another Soviet Union next to the United States? No, he's scarier than the Soviet Union!"

The Jewish elder squinted, "American profit is American profit, capital profit is capital profit, Jewish profit is Jewish profit. The United States holds a grudge against him, we do not. Business involves both struggle and cooperation."

"!!!"

Harry Morgan laughed angrily, pointing at him, "Coward…"

"Shut up!"

The Jewish elder sternly rebuked, "Harry, I've been good friends with your father for sixty years, you are my nephew, hence I tolerate your insolence."

"Let me tell you, Mexico is a rock now, if you hit it, it will be like an egg hitting a rock. The Chinese have a saying, those who adapt to the circumstances are wise, making money, is more important than any hatred. Even if he killed your parents, but as long as the profits are substantial, you must smile and say thank you."