Working as a police officer in Mexico

The black youth Casimir was panting heavily, "Boss!"

"Did you get someone to do this?" The other party pointed at the scene on TV. Casimir looked at it, hesitated for a moment, and nodded, "I have a few buddies in Oakland, I asked them for help."

Well then...

Outsourced!

However, Eldridge Cleaver was very pleased and jumped onto the sofa, behaving very oddly, "Well done, what reward do you want?"

Casimir's face lit up with joy, was he finally getting a promotion?

But before he could savor his happiness, Eldridge Cleaver suddenly grabbed the pistol on the table, pulled the slide, bang bang bang bang—

The bullets were all gone.

The nearby thugs all shuddered.

Casimir's face was completely shattered, and he instantly fell to the ground, eyes wide open, dying with regret.

"Rewards are so annoying, and I'm reluctant to give them, so I had to wrong you a little."

!!!!!

Never seen anyone so stingy.

Kill to avoid giving a reward?

Has he been drugged into stupidity?

Experts say that drugs can cause many unusual things to happen in the brain.

The Black Panther Party members standing nearby looked at Casimir on the ground, eyes filled with anger, feeling insulted!

Do you think someone who casually mistreats his subordinates can be supported?

Even Brother Chuan later knew to toss a bone to his underling Vance.

"Guys, get the tools ready! Bring me Hell No. 2!"

Eldridge Cleaver lay loudly on the sofa, slowly snoring.

"Carry Casimir out."

An older black man said, and the others nodded, went forward, helped each other, and carried Casimir out. At the door, they met Black Panther Party vice chairman Sipan Ya Westbrook.

This guy was incredible.

Served as an American officer, later retired to Europe to further his studies, obtained a German IBM doctorate, and when the Black Panther Party raised its banner, he returned from abroad to join the team, appointed by Mexico as the vice chairman.

One of the few intellectuals among blacks.

He's also not young, 41.

When he saw Casimir being carried out, he was shocked, "What's going on?"

The group looked at each other, and the older black man hesitated but still spoke about everything that happened inside.

Sipan Ya Westbrook was furious, "How dare he do this, come on, I'll question him."

"Sir, sir, the boss... he took drugs, has violent tendencies, if you go in there he'll shoot."

Sipan stomped furiously, cursing under his breath.

"Sir, why don't you lead us..." The older black man gritted his teeth, "Will you lead us?"

Sipan Ya Westbrook froze. He was smart enough to understand instantly and wanted to refuse, but thinking of the Black Panther Party's future, he gritted his teeth, "Let's go, I'll take you to see Frigga Ackman, the consultant."

"As long as Mexico agrees, we'll be fine."

The group looked at each other and followed him.

Eldridge Cleaver's mental state was increasingly erratic, needing someone to express dissatisfaction through an underdog act!

The President Mountain was hit!

The Pentagon was hit!

The White House urgently announced that flights couldn't land in Washington, and the entire city was under alert, forbidding anyone from appearing on the streets after seven at night.

This was originally intended for public safety.

But what kind of place is Washington?

Do you know how many gangs there are?

Over a hundred!

Including Salvador's Barrio 18, MS-13, along with gangs from Venezuela, Colombia, Mexico, and the Asian Vietnamese gang, especially those from Salvador because their homeland was heavily attacked by the Mexican gendarmerie, forcing them to focus on the United States.

In their turf wars, they've had fierce fights.

The night was originally business time, when you banned it like this, oh dear, furious gang members started smashing, looting, and burning.

Shooting at police and the National Guard.

When surrounded, they shouted loudly at the cameras, "We have no fear, Mexicans can't make us submit, the U.S. Government can't either, Carter, step down!"

Chaos spread to surrounding areas like Virginia and Baltimore, causing a big mess.

And under such circumstances, the "Philadelphia Times" ran a front-page question:

"Where is Carter? Where is President Carter?"

The whole article stated Carter hadn't appeared before the public for a long time, so where did he go? The report said he's been dead for a while, and the current regime is in the hands of Defense Minister Norman Schwarzkopf and others with extreme right sentiments.

"They're attempting to murder America!"

The consequences of civil unrest and unstable governance began to appear.

Especially since the U.S. deindustrialized after 1965, the risks with financialization and bubbles increased, plunging daily, and people jumping off Wall Street daily.

The plane's impact on the Pentagon was not less than a magnitude 10 earthquake. Back when the Victory Goddess was bombed by Medellin, it prompted nationwide outrage, determined to deal with Pablo, but then?

Nothing happened.

Now the President Mountain is gone too, people are desensitized after much turmoil.

Capital that couldn't hold on began fleeing!

The most favored was nearby Canada, the stable ones went to Europe and other established nations for refuge, those seeking breakthroughs went east, as that market is large, but the ones seeking thrill...

Went to India!

Many civilians began finding ways to leave, one immigrant cried in front of the camera, "I've been in the United States for thirty years, I had a company here, had children, but in just one year I lost everything, it's suffocating here, it's time to say goodbye, no, forever goodbye. America... is hell!"

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"The U.S. Government is really child's play for fuck's sake!"

"Comeuppance!"

Victor pointed at the news on TV, couldn't help cursing, but his face showed obvious satisfaction.

Casare beside him had a bitter smile.

Since he learned about the "Evil Dragon Plan," the boss had been cursing, he wasn't happy either, it was hard to establish an anti-drug system, but under the fierce operation of the US Military, the challenge was increasingly severe.

The whole of Latin America was once again overrun by drugs, so do you think Mexico, stuck in a shit pit, could have a good outcome?

Just like East University, trying to control drugs, whereas next door?

The infamous Golden Triangle region where people still aim to transport drugs in, beheading them? Some are willing to risk their lives for money.

Life is cheap, isn't it?

So border pressure would be immense.

Victor unhappily picked up a cigar, took a puff, but felt it wasn't satisfying his lungs, switched to Camel, took a hard drag, "We absolutely can't let the US Military go on like this, find someone to spread the message."

"Under the U.S. system, if the military gets funding, Norman Schwarzkopf, the German, plays militarism, then there'll be another war, which doesn't fit our current core interests. If he traffics drugs, it's courting death!"

"If he dares to traffic drugs, I'll get him kicked out of the United Nations."

Fearing Casare might misunderstand, he paused and said viciously, "Get Joachim Ribbentrop to kick out that U.S. representative!"

The most important thing.

You Europeans think you can back the U.S. to help Medellin battle me?

I'm eager to see whether, when the "Evil Dragon Plan" gets exposed, you'll follow popular sentiment or U.S.ocracy?

If I can crash both the European populace and governments, that's even better!

Thinking about this, Victor felt invigorated, but still couldn't understand why the Yanks had such a plan.

Is the military really so short of money?

"Have someone draft a strongly-worded article condemning the U.S. Government's incompetence, besides, we should express welcome to U.S. corporations!"

"Welcome???" Casare asked in surprise.

"Yes, we can fully open Belize to foreign investment firms, and similarly, permit U.S. companies to enter Mexico, this is the perfect time to undermine them."

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something funny, asked with laughter, "Do you think if I tell Intel's Gordon Moore we're willing to share the latest products from the Mexico Semiconductor Chip Research Institute, he'll move Intel to Mexico?"

"Would he announce joining the Mexican Workers' Party under the Mexican flag?"

Casare looked astonished, before he could reply, Victor mused to himself, "Capital doesn't have a fixed nationality."

"Maybe, if there's money to be made, he'd even claim Indigenous blood?"

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