Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 667 - 389: "Don’t worry, I will definitely get us a good price!

"The Battle of Saint Lucas Point" should have been the largest naval battle of World War II, aside from the Falkland Islands Battle.

Interestingly, the United Kingdom played a role in both.

The brazen arrogance on the Falkland Islands.

The low-key melancholy at Saint Lucas Point…

In just two days, images of Major General James Anderson with a white flag and a crestfallen expression were splashed across the "world mainstream media."

Many countries reprinted the news.

There were also quite a few oddities.

For example, a media outlet in HK exclaimed, "Mom was pinned down and f***ed!"

????

Indeed, the ferocious and unpredictable nature of tigers and wolves is baffling.

African media, not having good relations with the British Empire, blatantly mocked the two, "Surrender? France finally met their match."

Aside from media frenzy, the economy reacted similarly.

The stock market is always the first to know about war dynamics. When British aircraft carriers cruised to the Pacific Ocean, the FTSE 100 index soared, while Mexico's stock market plummeted continuously, all in the red, investors seeing no future.

But as soon as the war started, good heavens…

At market open, London's FTSE 100 index plummeted by 65%, catching up to the Great Depression of World War I, with investors all sighing and lamenting.

Even the U.S. S&P 500 fluctuated massively.

Numerous small business owners simply dropped dead.

The UK began showcasing its pilots.

Goodbye mom, my stocks have set sail, goodbye folks, your money has disappeared…

Just on July 4th…

London police received reports of 11 jumping incidents.

Some "disappointed" people burned the national flag in front of Buckingham Palace, loudly criticizing and demanding the Cabinet to resign, with others hoping for "Cavalry War God" Thatcher to take office again.

Major General James Anderson's house was splattered with feces.

Police protected his family overnight.

Meanwhile, Tijuana was brightly lit, with fireworks resounding through the skies.

Carrying Victor's flags, "parade troops" chanted loyalty and long live, moving from east to west. Standing on the high-rise at the Governor's Mansion, Victor watched the tens of thousands below and waved with a smile.

The cheers grew even louder!

This is one of the reasons why men value power so much:

I stand here.

You have to cheer.

"General!"

"General!"

Not sure who started it, but slowly, the voices became more orderly and louder, making the rats hiding in the sewers tremble with fear.

Ambitious men watched the high-hanging "sun" silently bow their heads.

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In this moment, who could outshine him?

"Boss, the UK has asked Venezuela to call you, hoping to speak with you," Casare said softly from behind.

Victor pondered for a moment, smiled at the corner of his mouth, waved to the crowd below, then turned and walked away, "Looks like the British are panicking."

"The Invincible is their old dog's backbone. Break it, and aside from furious barking, all they can do is pathetic hopes of encountering kind souls. Boss, we should really squeeze them hard."

Back in the office, Victor first had someone pour him a cup of coffee, then slowly sat down, picked up the phone on the desk, and spoke in English, "Hello!"

After a moment of silence on the other end, an old man solemnly said, "Mr. Victor, this is Dragovi, it's been very difficult to contact you; we made dozens of calls without reaching you."

"Perhaps your Parliament forgot to pay the telecommunication bills."

That nearly broke Baron Dragovi Jeffrey Ha Lisi, the Defense Minister on the other line. The old man swallowed hard, suppressing the annoyance in his throat, and said with some pain, "Let's talk about the serious matter."

"We hope to ensure the safety of the British Navy's property and soldiers."

"And how much are you willing to pay for protection?" Victor asked, fiddling with a penguin doll on the desk and scoffed, "You didn't think you'd get protection just by talking, did you?"

"According to the Geneva Conventions…"

"Sorry, I didn't sign those conventions, without my endorsement, it's just rubbish here, sir. We should discuss more practical matters."

Dragovi Jeffrey Ha Lisi struggled under Victor's aggressive presence, slightly irritated, he unhooked the button of his suit and said, "Then what do you need?"

"100 million British Pounds!"

"F***!"

"1.2 billion British Pounds, your curse words will become the most expensive, Mr. Defense Minister."

The old man swallowed the curses he was about to shout.

"That's too much, and besides, it was you who attacked us first…"

"Have you ever considered, when you invaded and bullied us, even treated us as narcotics consumables, did you feel guilty? Baron Dragovi Jeffrey Ha Lisi, now you are the defeated, you should beg the victors, not reason with me here. If I don't get the money, I'll send them to feed the sharks, thank you."

Click!

He hung up the phone, then told Casare, "This old man hasn't woken up yet, his head's filled with dog s**t."

"Boss, if they really can't pay that much…"

"Then feed the sharks extra, they're not my compatriots. I must tell them, fighting with us means fight to the death or don't start wars at all. Only brutality can instill fear in them!"

What a great fallacy.

But hey, can't deny it makes some sense.

Killing them off, they'll understand fear.

"Also, let's announce, if anyone wants a second-hand aircraft carrier, 80% new, we'll keep those destroyers, sell off the Invincible, ask India first, they're the biggest suckers."