Working as a police officer in Mexico

"They come without a trace and leave without a shadow... we simply can't catch them."

"Catch them? Not catching them is an excuse!" Horatio Herbert Kitchener shouted loudly, hardly had the words left his mouth when he heard a voice from outside, "Horatio, swearing is not a good habit."

Victor entered the room, cigarette in hand.

The Chief of Staff quickly stood up, anxiously exclaiming, "General, I was just getting angry..."

"Of course I understand your pressure, it's okay, there's always a solution," Victor said with a smile, taking a file from Augustine Przybylski who followed him, and stuffing it into his arms, "There are still many unfaithful people on our turf who like to mingle with drug traffickers and accept their graces, forgetting the savagery of the Northern Army. According to this list, slaughter them."

Opening the folder, Horatio Herbert Kitchener saw dozens of village names densely packed!

His expression changed dramatically, "General, this... this will stir up public outrage."

"The Southern drug traffickers' guerrilla forces need footholds and supply points, all of which are listed here. After slaughtering them, relocate people from Sonora State and Southern California, giving them the most fertile land and the best policies."

Victor said this casually, even taking a drag from his cigarette, but everyone present felt their hair stand on end. This... this made them seem like villains?

But it was the most effective method.

The drug trafficker guerrillas have to eat, don't they? Without villages to help you, let's see how you manage.

"No sparing men, women, elderly or children!"

"Yes, General!" Horatio Herbert Kitchener stood at attention, accepting the order.

Victor's face finally revealed a hint of a smile, "So, don't be angry, every problem should be solved calmly, and if not, violence is okay, for we are a violent organization by nature. Drug enforcement is not about playing host."

"The Southern drug traffickers are unruly, and even other small countries are unfriendly. Libya even proposed at the United Nations to send Peacekeeping Forces into Mexico; what kind of crap does Gaddafi have in his head?"

"They all think we are weak and can be bullied. Help me figure out a way to destroy the British and Spanish fleets, let them see what real guts are!"

Horatio Herbert Kitchener's eyes shimmered. What kind of stuff is Gaddafi made of?

Never even heard of him!

But the general's orders were the subordinates' loyalty. His face stern, Kitchener nodded emphatically, "We already have preliminary clues. We think we should not allow the British and Spanish fleets to join forces, as it would increase the difficulty. We should break them separately!"

Victor was intrigued and listened as the other continued.

"According to intelligence, the Spanish Fleet will dock in Suriname. We can find a way to eliminate it there!"

Suriname...

Victor's gaze turned to Augustine Przybylski behind him, who nodded, "We have people."

Look, this is what a true head of the Intelligence Bureau looks like!

Victor felt relieved and said to Horatio Herbert Kitchener with a smile, "It can be done for you."

The Chief of Staff: ????

Is there a power I am not aware of?

But he was smart enough to know some things could be mentioned and some could not.

In fact, back when Victor was the Director on Guadalupe Island, he knew the importance of intelligence work and work behind enemy lines, spreading his network and deploying many people to infiltrate North America, South America, and Central America to set up armed organizations!

After more than a year of continuous investment and expansion.

Although they were not numerous, they were somewhat powerful and would wage war on drug traffickers together with local drug enforcement organizations.

Including the Colombian Black Panther Group currently active in the mountainous southwest of Colombia, numbering more than 1,200 people, viewed as "rebels" by both the local government and anti-government armed groups, after all, drug enforcement damaged their interests.

But these people would always find some "large-caliber toys" in the woods, often taking advantage of the terrain to confuse their enemies.

Suriname's armed forces were not large, only about 200 people, but if used well, they were quite effective.

These would also be one of the organizational structures of HYDRA.

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"Start with the weakest!" Victor laid down the keynote.

Spain, watch your teeth get knocked out!

"Gentlemen, glory belongs to Mexico, glory belongs to victory, to the invincible!"

"Loyalty!!"

A group of people in the staff shouted loudly.

When Victor came out, intending to visit other departments, his secretary jogged up from behind and handed over the phone, whispering, "Miss Belsaria."

Victor was surprised, took the phone, "Good afternoon, my dear."

The Belsaria on the other end had obviously been crying, and her tone was amiss, "Victor, take me away, I don't want to stay here anymore."

"?? What's the matter? Did someone bully you?"

"That old antique of a grandfather wants me to break up with you. He forbids me from having any more dealings with you and wants me to date the sons of other dignitaries."

"And… he might become Defense Minister again."

Victor's eyes narrowed immediately, "Isn't that good?"

"He thinks about dealing with you every day. He even told my father that if he takes office, he will wage a war against you."

Has that old man been antagonized? Planning to start a fight directly?

A storm began to rage in Victor's mind, but he comforted her, promising to get her out, and only then did Belsaria's mood improve slightly. She reluctantly hung up the phone.

Snap~

Victor threw the phone back to his secretary, Augustine Przybylski, "You heard all that?"

It would be hard not to, as phone volumes are quite loud nowadays.

"Do you think it's possible for Donald Rumsfeld to stand with us?"

This sounded like a fantasy.

Really...

But Augustine Przybylski didn't even blink and only said, "The United States is the United States, power is power, the Rumsfeld Family is the Rumsfeld Family!"

"To those at the top of the food chain, there's no such thing as mercy, and nothing is impossible. Enemies and friends are just a matter of how much interest is involved, right?"

"In this world, there's only one rule, become a hunter or become prey. He surely wants to go further. If we can help him, then we— we're allies with a common cause."

Victor finished his last puff of smoke, tossed it to the ground, even in his high position, he was still thrifty, not wasting the last bit of a cheap Camel cigarette.

He smiled.

"You know, I really love Belsaria."

He paused, "Like a shark loves blood!"

"Get her out, and by the way, tell Mr. Donald Rumsfeld that forty million people in Northern Mexico could be his support. Isn't he in charge of the Immigration Bureau now? With just a flick of his finger, he could gain hundreds of thousands or even a million more votes."

Augustine Przybylski nodded.

The bodyguard drove the car over, the secretary hurriedly opened the door, just as he was about to get in, Victor suddenly turned and asked, "Do you think sometimes I'm toying with a woman's feelings?"

The Intelligence Chief was caught off guard by the boss's question and was momentarily at a loss.

"For political animals like us, all we need to is to be sexually active. Don't think about love; it's cheap and a waste of time. A man's mission should be to conquer the sea and land."

"Politics requires sacrifice, of course, other people's sacrifice."

Victor finished speaking, and the window rolled up.

Augustine Przybylski bent down to pick up the discarded cigarette butt, and a subordinate took it and put it into a vacuum bag.

See? That's called professionalism!

"Do you have love, Kaspersky?"

The questioned subordinate was startled, a hint of bewilderment in his eyes, he nodded, "Of course, but she doesn't like me. Her family is a bit poor, a gambling father, a sick mother, a young brother, and she, who is sensible, doesn't want to be a burden to me."

"She works at Red Rose, badge number 812!"

"???"

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