Working as a police officer in Mexico

700 million US Dollars!

There's no oil over there, the U.S. Military definitely won't go.

Either they keep starving to death or get taken over by the "Anti-American Alliance" as a strategic location, the Haitians have no choice, nor can they make one.

Meanwhile, Victor, working late into the night in Mexico City, yawned and was about to rest when the phone on the desk rang.

"Sir, there's a request from the United States to speak with you."

"Put it through."

"Okay!"

Beep Beep Beep~

Victor frowned, wondering who would call him so late at night, instead of sleeping.

After a few rings, a mature and steady voice appeared on the line, "Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Victor, I'm Carter."

!!!!

Victor straightened up, "Hello, sir, congratulations on becoming the new President of the United States."

The man on the other side was nearly 70, his voice noticeably tired, yet forcing himself to sound energetic, "You're the first call I've made, I plan to visit Mexico City on October 11th for a frank face-to-face discussion on bilateral relations, how about it? Cough cough..."

If any other president said this, Victor would be suspicious, but since it was Carter... to be honest, it had to be considered carefully.

He was called "Good Guy" Carter because he was the only U.S. President who truly acted with integrity, without lying, and considering the world during his term.

During his presidency, Carter facilitated diplomatic relations between two major powers of the East and West, signed the bilateral strategic arms limitation treaty with the Soviet Union, returned the Panama Canal, and promoted the signing of the Camp David Accords, which eased tensions in the Middle East to some extent.

It was him, through his efforts, who stopped the conflict between Israel and Egypt, so much so that there hasn't been overt conflict between them even now.

Most importantly, he was also the only U.S. President who dared to support Palestine, condemning Israel's inhumane acts of genocide!

"I am very willing to discuss this matter, I welcome your arrival in Mexico City."

Carter laughed, "Thank you, my apologies for disturbing you at this hour, please understand an old man's yearning for peace."

"See you then, I wish you sweet dreams."

With just a few words, even the "bandit" Victor felt a bit moved in his heart, "He truly is a considerate good person."

Click~

Lighting a cigarette, his body swayed, and the chair turned aside, eyes gazing at the brightly lit Mexico City, muttering to himself, "But good people never have good fortunes."

"May God bless you."

...

Guatemala, Upper Verapaz Province, Chisec.

With the Human Union's support from behind, the Guatemala Workers' Party was invincible, the Government Forces fled upon hearing their arrival.

All the roadblock bandits and drug traffickers were completely exterminated.

This Chisec, merely over three hundred kilometers from the capital, connects the north-south artery and is an important transportation hub.

Inside the "Che Guevara Square," which actually wasn't that large, covering just about 2300 square meters, was now surrounded by over a dozen layers of terrified, clueless poor folk.

In the center of the square, there was a platform with a dozen armed personnel bearing the insignia of the Guatemala Workers' Party, along with many kneeling individuals—all local landlords, corrupt officials, and drug lord leaders.

A soldier from the Workers' Party stood on the platform, speaking with a local touch, "Fellow villagers, don't worry, our forces are the Justice Army overthrowing the decayed Guatemalan government. These are the people helping the dictatorship and drug traffickers bully us, now we will publicly try them!"

"Bring forth your grievances, and we will address them for you!"

"The Guatemala Workers' Party is an army for the welfare of the people!"

…

Behind the platform, many people were visible.

There were those of Asian descent and Mexican descent, but they were all clad in the Workers' Party's military uniform.

At this moment, representatives from the advisor delegation sent by a certain mysterious great nation exchanged peculiar glances.

"Why does this process feel so familiar?" a young warrior softly asked.

"Adding a white cap on top would make it look even more similar."

"How did Guatemalans get to know this? Did... did this technique get exported?"

"I heard it was the Mexicans who taught them, supposedly they used it during their drug war too. Ah, it always felt like that Victor was familiar with our methods, do you think he's a graduate from our academy?"

Listening to the murmurs of his team members behind him, even the head consultant of the delegation, "Jonas Costa," was also quite curious.

This name... when in Rome after all.

It would be impractical to use domestic names, right?

He quietly looked at the representative of the Mexican advisor group ahead of him, Carlos, a mere 25-year-old Colonel!

It was said that he followed Victor from the north to the south, later became the police chief of Mexico City, yet eventually applied to join the General Staff and served as Director of Latin American Affairs, now the head of the Mexican advisor delegation supporting Guatemala.

"I firmly oppose incorporating drug traffickers and prisoners into the army; it will affect the purity of our forces."

"But we really don't have many people in the army," Alfonso Portillo hesitated.

"Then divide the land, give the poor common folk benefits, and they will defend our collective for their own sake."

At this point, Alfonso Portillo sighed again, hesitating.

Carlos squinted his eyes, "Mr. Alfonso, what exactly are you hesitating about? This matter is all benefit and no harm, it's best for you and Guatemala, what are you worried about?"

Whenever it came to this, he showed reluctance, could it be... he wanted to become a landlord?

"Many fields... belong to several political families in Guatemala, they contacted me, if I could guarantee their property, they are willing for us to reduce unnecessary casualties and unify Guatemala."

!!!

"Impossible."

Carlos firmly waved his hand, "Can you trust the words of capitalists and landlord consortia? We're in a revolution, aiming to reshape Guatemala's spirit, not hosting a banquet, we're overthrowing a decayed class, not merely a simple nation."

"Why are they negotiating with you? Because they're afraid!"

"Just like there's an Asian family named Kong..."

"Cough cough..." At this point, the representative of the mysterious great nation coughed slightly.

Carlos also realized he misspoke, paused, then shook his head, "If you weakly agree, they will continue to ride on your head, by then, who will hold the reins of Guatemala?"

"Judge them, sentence the guilty, release the innocent, but confiscate their property!"

"Haven't you always been curious why General Victor managed to achieve victory? Because he never offends two classes; he always stands on the side of the poor."

And the poor... always constitute the majority of a country.

"Moreover, you don't have to worry about post-war economic problems, the Human Union will help you solve them, we can sign the 'North American Trade Agreement' with Cuba then, removing all tariffs among the three countries, allowing free trade to flourish, and economic rise is just a matter of time."

Alfonso Portillo was excessively indecisive.

Had it not been for finding a batch of weapons in the woods, he really would have only been able to play guerrillas.

"I agree."

"I agree too."

The other two advisory groups also concurred, and Alfonso Portillo could only nod, "Okay, but I still hope for fewer reprisals."

Carlos nodded in assent, yet remained disdainful.

Revolting without bloodshed, what's that? A loudspeaker for discontent?

Truly addled in the head.

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