Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 442 - 306: Behead Victor!

Washington D.C., Arlington County, 1400 Defense Pentagon

From above, this building resembling a giant turd is none other than the famous Pentagon.

At the entrance, a group of college students were protesting with flags!

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"The Pentagon, stop the war!"

"Mexico is not the enemy!"

"You filthy murderers aiding drug traffickers!"

The security personnel at the entrance, used to such sights, stood by with their weapons, watching as long as no one tried to storm inside.

During the Vietnam War, people protested daily, even burning the U.S. flag outside.

Those protests were far more intense.

Inside an office building, Defense Minister Richard Bruce Cheney slightly opened the curtains to view the anti-war protestors outside, his brow furrowed and disgust flickering in his eyes. He swung the curtains shut with force and his tone carried profound dissatisfaction, "They are just idle, ought to be sent to plant potatoes!"

Apart from him, there were three other people in the office.

The former Defense Minister, special envoy from Mexico, his good friend, Mr. Rumsfeld.

U.S. Army Chief of Staff, General Carl Vorno.

Chief of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, LeBron Andre.

Frankly, the 1989 "Operation Just Cause" in Panama was concocted among these very individuals.

"We need to explain this to the fallen National Guard, Arizona has expressed severe dissatisfaction," Cheney set the tone right off the bat.

Everyone agreed with his statement.

The Yanks hadn’t suffered such a great loss before!

Who has ever crossed the United States and fared well?

Topple who needs to be toppled, suppress who needs to be suppressed, and let you understand who the main power in North America is.

Especially in this backyard, nobody measures up, and you, Mexico, still want to jump around?

"Send in troops!" U.S. Army Chief of Staff General Carl Vorno was a true warmonger.

"How many men? There’s still a war going on in Iraq, a battalion? A division? Or a hundred thousand? Victor is not Noriega, I’ve seen their weaponry, frankly speaking, it’s hard to overcome them, his soldiers are well-trained…" Rumsfeld said cautiously.

"But no one can defecate on America’s head and live to tell the tale, the whole world is watching us!" General Carl Vorno looked to the Chief of the Joint Chiefs of Staff next to him, "Andrei, what do you think?"

"We need to keep the war within bounds, and most importantly, focus on eliminating Victor. We can exert pressure at the border, then deploy the Special Forces to infiltrate and decapitate Victor."

General Carl Vorno approved of the plan, simply wanted to kill Victor.

He turned to Defense Minister Cheney, "I agree."

Richard Bruce Cheney glanced at his old friend Rumsfeld who did not oppose, then after pondering he nodded, "I agree, now we need the President’s signature; during this time, Andrei, your staff needs to draft a plan…"

"Victor is not a fool; he’ll surely be hiding everywhere, especially during such a critical period."

"Isn’t internal disintegration one of our specialties?" Richard Bruce Cheney adjusted his glasses, smiling with a meaningful air.

"Mr. Rumsfeld, I heard that your granddaughter and Victor…" General Carl Vorno hadn’t finished speaking when Rumsfeld stood up abruptly, his brow furrowed, "That’s just a rumor, Belsaria would never be involved with that Mexican, watch your words, General."

After all, he was a former Defense Minister, and at his frown, Carl Vorno gave a sheepish laugh.

"Alright, that’s it then; everyone go and prepare," Cheney declared.

The men left the office, U.S. Army Chief of Staff General Carl Vorno, watching Rumsfeld walk away without turning back, complained to the adjacent LeBron Andre discontentedly, "He’s still so arrogant."

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"Don’t provoke him; you can’t compare with his prestige in the military."

Carl Vorno’s face turned green.

Was that really necessary to say so bluntly?

As Rumsfeld drove home, just as he got out of the car, his wife Joyce came forward with a broad smile, "You’re back."

"Yes."

"Dinner is ready, the kids are all back."

"Belsaria too?"

"Yes, she’s back; today is your birthday."

Rumsfeld nodded and entered the house; he had previously been a CEO of a pharmaceutical company, so he was wealthy and lived in a large villa.

As he entered, two grandchildren playing by the door rushed towards him, and he knelt down to kiss the two little ones.

"Hi, Dad." His son came out.

Rumsfeld nodded sternly and then saw the family sitting at the dining table with a cake on it.

And his granddaughter Belsaria was sticking candles into the cake, clapping her hands and smiling, "Happy Birthday, Grandpa."

He adored his own granddaughter, smiled back, but then as if remembering something, he frowned, "I need to talk to you, come with me to the study."

Saying that, he walked into the room with a serious face, Belsaria looked puzzled at her own father and followed confused.

"Dad seems really unhappy today, right?" son Nek asked as his mother Joyce entered.

She spread her hands, equally puzzled.

Suddenly, loud arguments erupted from the study.

"Victor is my boyfriend, now and in the future!"