Working as a police officer in Mexico

With rage on his face, he grabbed the microphone from the table and hurled it at the stage!

"What nonsense are you spouting! If there were no United States, would this world even be a world? You bastard, you're just looking for excuses for your own stupidity and ambition!" Victor pushed aside the Canadian representative and, under his astonished gaze, rushed onto the stage in a few quick strides.

He punched the Iraqi representative straight away!

Pinning him to the ground, he started raining punches down on him while swearing aloud.

The sudden outbreak of a brawl left everyone dumbstruck.

Once they snapped out of their shock, several representatives started yelling, while others looked toward the Yanks first. Seeing that he hadn't moved, they almost stepped forward but then stopped in their tracks.

The Iraqi representative was older. Could you take that punch, damn it?

The recipient was wailing while being hit.

"Break it up!" It was the Soviet who finally spoke up. Only then did people from Eastern Europe step forward to pull them apart. The American looked back at the Canadian, gave him a signal with his eyes, and the latter, after a moment of hesitation, rushed forward with his crew to stand behind Victor.

Now, this was getting interesting.

The two big bosses sat quietly on either side, while their underlings confronted each other in the middle, with Mexico and Iraq becoming the center of attention.

"Why did you hit me!" The representative's glasses were broken, and his mouth was full of blood, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"We're at war! Isn't it expected for me to hit you when I see you? And besides, you're spouting nonsense! You really pissed me off," Victor rebuked loudly.

He glanced at the American representative below from the corner of his eye. Hmm... Although the latter's smile was subtle, the corners of his mouth were unmistakably turned up.

Fighting at the United Nations General Assembly is certainly a "death wish," but if it's about standing up for your boss, can that even be called a fight?

It's just my little brother being a bit impulsive.

I've got his back! Who has a problem with it? Step up and tell me!

Victor was just showing his loyalty.

Boss, I've shed blood for you. I've told the whole world that I'm your man; you can't abandon me now.

At that moment, Uncle Sam still wanted to save face.

The Iraqi representative hesitated in his voice, then yelled to the person beside him, "Don't hold me back, I can kill him! Victor, fuck your mother!"

Those around were flabbergasted.

Their grip loosened reflexively.

And the Canadian holding Victor also let go. Realizing what was happening, he let out a couple of yells and charged forward!

...

A brawl broke out during the United Nations conference.

The news spread incredibly fast.

Faster than syphilis.

After all, apart from the representatives, most of the people here were journalists.

"Quick, quick, quick! If you're slow, you'll miss the story!"

"Move! Don't block the way, don't get in the way."

A swarm of journalists burst out, with one female journalist who found her skirt cumbersome simply tearing it open, even losing her high heels as she ran.

By the time they arrived, they saw medical staff carrying a stretcher out from the inside, and the journalists immediately swarmed in to take pictures, but were firmly blocked by security.

Victor, on the other hand, walked out with his head held high and chest out.

He too was "expelled" from the meeting, but as he left, the American representative had patted him on the shoulder. Though he didn't speak, the message was clear.

"Gentlemen!" As he stepped out, standing in front of dozens of journalists, he pointed at the Iraqi representative, who had been loaded into an ambulance, "Mexico versus Iraq, and I won!"

The journalists were taken aback. Those with quick wits, who also recognized him, hurriedly asked, "Mr. Victor, did you do this?"

"No, his face ran into my fist!" Victor said with a smile, then gestured for Jason Bourne and the others to clear the way. Bodyguards pushed aside the journalists, escorting him into the car to leave.

He hadn't been in the meeting for even half an hour before he was expelled for fighting.

Similarly, the meeting was also postponed indefinitely.

With the brawl escalating like that, there could be no more meetings.

The news started spreading from Vienna, and in just a few hours, the whole world knew!

The Iraqi Madman's spokesperson was quick to demand an apology from Mexico, stating, "If Victor is not dismissed, we will use our own methods to uphold our dignity."

The Governor's Mansion of Northern Mexico simply replied on the official website, "The Governor's fist is still very tough!"

Both sides were bickering on internet forums.

The moon in the sky illuminated the entire heavens.

At the highest terrace of the Italian restaurant on the Danube riverside at night, he had reserved the entire building.

He looked like a nouveau riche, and indeed, he was exactly that.

If you have money and don't use it, what are you saving it for? To wipe your ass?

Victor had changed into a suit, while the woman opposite him, Belsaria, wore a black off-shoulder gown. They were both having a great time talking, and with half a bottle of red wine down, her cheeks were flushed with a rosy glow.

A gentle breeze blew over, quite refreshing.

Victor stood up, unbuttoned his suit with one hand, and under Belsaria's gaze, stood behind her and gently leaned over to drape his jacket around her.

The woman visibly shivered.

Victor looked at her pearl earrings and, emboldened by the alcohol, stretched out his tongue and gave them a lick. Belsaria tensed up, turning red-eared like a little rabbit.

He was like a magician teasing a child, wrapping his arms around her from behind, whispering in her ear, "Babe~"

"From the first moment I saw you, you occupied both my body and soul. It's crazy to say this, but I think I really am crazy about you. I really miss you. Your eyes are beautiful, like broken diamonds."

"I love when you catch a cold at an outdoor temperature of twenty-two degrees, I love when you look at me as if I'm a madman, I want to watch the sunrise with you tomorrow, I love you…"

Belsaria listened quietly, and in the end, whispered almost inaudibly, "I'm so ordinary..."

"I love you! That makes you anything but ordinary!"

Victor grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, then kissed her fiercely!

Belsaria's eyes widened in shock, her hands uncertain where to rest.

The kiss lasted a solid four or five minutes, with saliva still connecting their mouths as Victor finally pulled away.

"I love you, Belsaria! You are my everything."

That line of bullshit, he didn't even know how many times he'd used it.

"I…"

Belsaria, looking into Victor's almost pleading eyes, softened, "I love you too."

Victor seemed to be drunk, but a man is only one-third drunk; they act until you're drained. The words of a drunk man are the least trustworthy.

She was still too naïve.

Victor picked her up and placed her on the nearby balcony, diving into another round of kisses.

...

Listening to the sounds above, Jason Bourne casually smoked a cigarette, tilting his ear, "Tsk tsk, young people aren't afraid of catching a chill."

His subordinate chuckled alongside him.

"Boss, there's a call for Mr. Victor," a colleague ran over with a phone saying.

Jason Bourne glared, "You want me to go up and hand it over now?"

Everyone laughed sheepishly.

"Who is it?"

"An American."

Jason initially wanted to tell him to hang up, but his expression twitched upon hearing that, and he grabbed the phone resentfully, "Americans always love to cause trouble!"

Despite his words, he dutifully sprinted upstairs, stood at the balcony door, and knocked.

The noise from outside paused, "What is it?"

"Sir, there's an American on the line for you."

No response came from Victor outside. After a while, the door opened, revealing a disheveled and scowling Victor, with Jason Bourne scarcely daring to look at him.

"Give it here."

He hastily passed the phone over.

Victor, with a somber voice, answered, "Hello!"

His expression had been tense, but slowly relaxed, finally breathing a sigh, "Alright, I understand, I'll be there."

"The Americans want us to head over, they're talking to us about the Head of the Drug Control Agency election news."

"Now?"

"Of course, if you hadn't sought me just now, maybe you would have had to wait another four hours."

Jason Bourne was caught off guard. What about four hours?
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But he quickly got the implication!

Man, are you trying to outwork a mule?

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