Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 652 - 383: ’Declaration to the World Opposing Victor’s Hegemony’!_3

The fat man's expression was grim, "In Latin America, the United States reigns supreme, so, I propose we deploy troops to Mexico!"

The radicals below all banged the table.

This signified agreement.

Sitting above, Richard Bruce Cheney took off his glasses and asked, "Will you go to the battlefield?"

Instant silence!

"Mr. Bess, will you go?" He turned his head to look at the fat man who had proposed the idea.

The other man frowned, "We have an army."

"What if there are casualties? How do we explain it to public opinion? How do we tell our citizens? Have you forgotten about Black Hawk Down?"

This freshly reopened wound caused dissatisfaction.

"War always leads to deaths. Are we keeping them as ornaments?"

"Then why don't you go!" Richard Bruce Cheney said directly, "The fat on your body could stop quite a few bullets, Mr. Bess. I will not allow my soldiers to initiate an offensive without White House orders. That would be sending them to their deaths. The meeting is adjourned!"

Having said that, he left without paying any heed to the cries of the radicals.

In The Pentagon, he was the boss!

"Bess, what do we do?"

Many people crowded around to ask, the expression on the fat man's face very unpleasant, "Richard that old geezer is scared after being beaten, he doesn't want to deploy troops, so we'll force him to, by driving public opinion..."

"Just say that Mexico is overrun with refugees, the government is incapable of a response, the Northern warlords are causing severe chaos, slaughtering innocents. Say that Victor has killed 500,000 people!"

"Will the people believe it?"

Bess sneered coldly, "We just give them what they want to see, right? Those dimwits don't care about what's true or false. They'll only indulge their overflowing sentimentality, demanding we help them."

"Understood."

Returning to his office, Richard Bruce Cheney felt overwhelmed. He wasn't anti-war, he opposed "meaningless" wars.

Victor had already traumatized him.

Seeing people like Bess, he felt they would not let the matter rest.

"Maybe I should just resign."

The thought barely surfaced before he was pressing it down.

Too exhausting, this position was not meant for him.

Just as he was about to make a call, the phone on his desk rang first.

He picked it up, and a robust and gruff voice came from the other end.

"Good afternoon, Cheney."

Richard Bruce Cheney immediately recognized who it was.

George Robertson.

Maybe some are not clear who that is. Well, to put it bluntly.

The Secretary-General of North Atlantic Treaty Organization.

"Hello, George, what's the matter?" Cheney narrowed his eyes and asked, already having some guesses.

"Did you see the 'appeal' that Mexico's Popovich sent out to the whole world?"

Richard Bruce Cheney: ????

Completely befuddled.

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"When?"

"Just five minutes ago, he addressed the United Nations, NATO, Hua Yue, and the world in a televised speech, hoping for intervention in Mexico's drug war, to take down Victor!"

!!!

Damn!

What gave Popovich the audacity to do such a thing?

Who bolstered his courage?

"NATO is very concerned about this issue..." George Robertson added.

Cheney raised an eyebrow. What's the deal? Does NATO want to get involved in Latin America?

His instincts were to reject it. Despite the United States joining NATO, that didn't mean it wanted NATO to send forces to North America. Internal vigilance remained, at this point NATO's role was to counter Hua Yue led by the Soviet Union!

"We're paying attention to this matter, you should contact the White House."

George Robertson chuckled, "If needed, I believe NATO is fully prepared, just like facing Iraq."

"Thank you."

Richard Bruce Cheney hung up the phone, took a deep breath, stood up, walked to the window, looked at the gloomy sky, and felt that a storm was brewing!

A drug war had escalated to this?

Ambitious people all hoped to gain something from it.

Europe and America wanted to extend their influence to North America, while the "Dark Side" organizations relying on narcotics, smuggling, and human trafficking hoped even more for Victor's fall.

If you won't fall...

Drug prices in Europe have skyrocketed by 700%!

The world...

So many wish for Victor's death!

Richard Bruce Cheney took off his glasses and wiped them with his clothing.

"Right or wrong, that's not important. Victory or defeat, that's the most direct."

A drug war?

The path you've chosen is indeed full of twists and turns.

...

In Tijuana. Governor's Mansion.

Inside the office, packed with people, there was silence.

"That illegal dictator, Victor Carlos Wei, is not a kind and gentle soul. He started as a Jail Guard, and through obsequious opportunities, he managed to rise in rank.

Eventually, he killed the officials who promoted him, hid his identity as the son of a drug trafficker, and sought greater positions in the government. Anyone more capable than him, he envied, suppressed, and killed, leaving none behind; yet he was skilled at winning people over, acting recklessly!"

"Victor once licked PG for others and sold his country's PG to those drug traffickers in prison, but now he has transformed into the vanguard of drug prohibition? No, he's using the war on drugs to harm the public. Those farmers who rely on cultivation to feed their families, do they know what narcotics are? They don't. They grow Avocado, but Victor still killed them."

"This cunning, repulsive, man-eating monster is simply the scum of humanity!"

"He is more barbaric than Xi XX!"

"Gentlemen, whether you have suffered the traumas of World War II, are relatives of victims, burdened with heavy responsibilities as generals, or farmers who've been oppressed and humiliated, the horrors of World War II seem to still be before us, the agonies of human civilization still resonating in our ears. Gentlemen, stand up, overthrow the devil, bring down the cannibalistic regime!"

"Please, see that today's world still belongs to the civilized!"

On the TV, Popovich was passionate and indignant, expressive with his body language.

Casare, Kennedy, and others exchanged glances, shifting uneasily, not knowing what to do.

Then they all looked simultaneously to the General.

Victor sat with crossed legs, laughing aloud.

"Popovich's credentials couldn't have written such eloquence; Mexico still has many talents."

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