Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1015 - 524: The Place Where Even Jesus Needs to Wear a Bulletproof Vest! _3

Chapter 1015: Chapter 524: The Place Where Even Jesus Needs to Wear a Bulletproof Vest! _3

"I feel sorrow for them!"

"I have never raised an army for personal reasons, but for the millions of people. The world should not be this way. Everyone has the right to enjoy life. We want to live as human beings, Mr. Carter. Power is given to me by the people, and I will ultimately serve the people!"

"I do it for the hundreds of millions of compatriots!"

"And I want justice, why does the United States treat us like a toilet? On what grounds do Americans consider us a second-class country?"

"Do you want to ask me what I’m proud of?"

"I am never proud of unifying Mexico, but I am proud of pulling the United States down from its pedestal. So you too can bleed."

Carter opened his mouth, patted his hand, forcing a stiff smile on his face, "I hope you understand the pain brought by war, it’s been less than fifty years since World War Two."

"The pain is never from the war itself, but from the lack of determination to cut away the corrupt flesh," Victor said deeply.

The old man certainly understood what he meant...

But how difficult is it to cut away the corrupt flesh of the United States? When it’s attached to the tendons and veins.

Unless the hierarchy is broken, and the United States is reorganized...

But that’s impossible.

Victor wanted to keep the other party for afternoon tea, but Carter refused and flew back to the United States in a helicopter.

As he boarded the plane, he paused, turned to look at Angel Urenia and Richie Miller, and said solemnly, "I’m sorry, America has let you down."

The former showed no expression.

Where were you earlier?

If sorry were useful, what would be the point of hatred?

After watching the helicopter leave.

Angel Urenia shook his head and spoke, "Carter will die miserably."

He scanned all the senior levels of Mexico present, "He wants to be a reformer, but he is not Roosevelt. He is not even Kennedy. He is just Carter, a Carter without any voice."

"So, General, I have a proposal. We need to bribe more media outlets to interfere internally to the greatest extent possible, and then they won’t have time to focus on the economy. Eventually, the gap will narrow."

"Even, if Carter were to die..."

"Hush!"

Victor gestured for him to stop, walked up, and gently tidied his clothes, "Angel, I know you hate them, I agree with your plan, warming up the water to slowly boil the United States to death like a frog, but Carter cannot be touched now. They need time, and so do we. We need to accomplish our strategic goals."

"Pull all of Latin America into the Ren Lian ranks."

"It’s difficult..." Angel Urenia said softly.

"But we still have to try. As long as we help them with drug prohibition and maintain local law and order, they will enjoy the peace dividends and be reluctant to let go. When they realize the benefits we bring, they will all unite by our side, and then Latin America will be able to choke the United States to death."

What is this called?

Alliances with distant states and attacking nearby ones?

No, no, no, this is called an ’anti-America plan.’

"Now let’s pull our focus back from the United States. I plan to annex Belize. Do you have any plans?"

Annex?!

Angel Urenia and Richie Miller looked up at him.

This word has carried a strong warlike connotation since World War Two, and no country dares to defy the world’s condemnation easily.

"There are British troops stationed there."

"A force of a few hundred is not worth considering. We need a pretext now."

The geographical location of Belize is quite favorable. It can be used as a military port. Although the area is small, with only over 20,000 square kilometers, it holds strategic importance.

The seafood is excellent, and it can also serve as an agricultural export port.

"It is said... that is also land of the Mayan civilization. Mexico has always been the cradle of the Mayan civilization since ancient times. We can use the pretext of reclaiming old territory. However, I personally believe it is better to use the pretext of drug prohibition and crime eradication, saying it is to maintain border stability."

"Can you give me a complete plan?"

"Certainly!" Angel Urenia nodded fiercely.

Victor satisfactorily patted his shoulder and turned to leave.

Richie Miller frowned, "Why does he want Belize?"

"It’s close to the Caribbean Sea. The Navy can reach South America in less than a day. Maybe the General is preparing to send troops to Colombia for drug enforcement?"

"??? Do you have inside information?" Richie Miller asked with wide eyes.

"No, but Colombia can’t hold out any longer. The armed forces of Medellin and the Cali Cartel, combined with the Colombian Revolutionary Armed Forces, are almost at Bogota."

Angel Urenia looked at the other’s bewildered face, raised an eyebrow, "Read the news more often. Pablo is bragging in the media about uniting Colombia and then marching north to destroy Mexico."

"He’s too arrogant. The General surely won’t tolerate it. Just wait, when the Colombian Government can’t hold on and applies to join Ren Lian, the Peacekeeping Forces will enter the scene. By then, the war horn of Mexico will sound again."

"Drug prohibition... is indeed a good excuse."

Richie Miller mused, everyone understood.

It’s nothing more than solidifying influence in Latin America.

Otherwise, who would want to go to a place full of cesspits?

Even Jesus would have to wear a bulletproof vest there...

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