Working as a police officer in Mexico

Godfather calls!

Women, too, must be put aside.

Victor went back and kissed Belsaria, full of apologies, "I need to go work for a bit. Vienna is not safe at night; you never know when a pervert might jump out. I've booked a room in the hotel next door, you can rest there~"

"Is there anyone more perverted than you?" The woman adjusted her gown back into place, embraced his neck, and with a kiss and a smile said.

Victor rubbed his nose against her cheek and then said to the secretary, Krista Schroeder, who hurried over, "Take good care of Belsaria for me."

The latter nodded respectfully.

Having a mistress look after your girlfriend...

Only such a bold man would do something like that.

But then again, some men are bold, like the stallion Guzman; it's said that back in his hometown, he owned a four-story villa.

Here, he kept his four favourite mistresses, one woman per floor.

"I'll walk you downstairs!" said Belsaria, as young girls do like to cling.

Jason Bourne intentionally trailed behind, glancing at Krista Schroeder out of the corner of his eye before suddenly speaking, "You should know your place, right?"

She was taken aback, turned her head to look at him, and furrowed her brows.

"You need to understand that you're only a secretary and a mistress. In front of Miss Belsaria, there are some things you shouldn't say."

"Mr. Jason, what do you mean by that?"

"You know what I mean."

Jason Bourne patted her shoulder, "I'm telling you this as a friend, don't have any other ideas..."

Not everyone is called Mozza!

What he didn't say was, if you anger Mr. Victor, Chief Secretary? Lover? These won't be your talismans; he'll just bury you!

After giving her a deep look, Jason thought he was good at reading people. He felt that the woman had complex thoughts and was definitely loyal to Victor, but if she had a child, her thoughts would start to wander.

Krista Schroeder watched as Victor kissed Belsaria and then left in the car. As she looked at the woman in the black dress before her, she felt a twinge of jealousy.

But she took a deep breath, smiled gently, and said, "Miss Belsaria, please follow me."

Meanwhile, in the car, Victor was flipping through a magazine when he suddenly asked, "What were you guys just talking about?"

Jason Bourne, sitting in the passenger seat, knew the question was directed at him, looked up through the rearview mirror, and without hesitation relayed the entire conversation.

There's a saying up north that when the Governor is busy doing X in his room, only two people are allowed to stand guard outside: one is the loyal hound Casare, and the other is him.

Similar to Denitz, standing behind Little Mustache.

Victor listened quietly, and after hearing everything, opened the window, "Don't let her get pregnant."

The chauffeur driving shuddered, tensing up, his scalp tingling. He didn't dare turn his head, and Jason Bourne's gaze also hardened as he quickly looked down.

Victor speaks only once, and Jason understands.

Historically, you'll find a big difference between legitimate and illegitimate children. Those Western bastards always tout equality, but let them hand over their thrones and see how high they jump.

Victor is a worldly man; of course, he hopes his own people will sit on the throne he built...

Why allow Casare to massacre the Vieri family?

Take the chance to clean out the "royal relatives" before they build a complicated network of relationships in the Northern Alliance!

Victor's forehead might as well be inscribed with two words: ruthless!

If lover Krista Schroeder doesn't get pregnant, that's fine, but if she does and gets any odd ideas about certain positions, he's capable of committing filicide.

Power is power, and women are women!

Victor is very clear about that.

Snap!

Just then, he felt a few drops of water from the sky on his hand, but within a couple of seconds, the rain grew heavier, suddenly pounding against the ground!

Right as the driver turned on the headlights, he suddenly saw a bright light ahead, blinding him and flipping over the lead car!

The driver's pupils constricted, and he instinctively swerved aside, crashing into a nearby shop, overturning the counter and startling the agile male employee to jump up.

Thankfully, there were few diners inside, but still a couple, who were all exclaiming "OMG!"

Call your mom.

Bang!!

The blinding light came from a dump truck with high beams on, ramming the two Mercedes behind it, denting them in.

One has to admit...

To some extent, no matter the luxury car, no matter the extravagant price, nothing stands up to a dump truck.

"Sir!" Jason Bourne forcefully kicked open the passenger side door, ran to the rear and tugged open the car door. Victor, too, was dazed, shook his head, and nearly threw up.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine..."

As Jason Bourne glanced outside, he saw the dump truck had actually stopped and three gunmen leaped down, pistols in hand, standing at the shop entrance.

One could see the ferocious looks on the faces of the three people.

"Get down!" Jason Bourne shut the door and drew a Desert Eagle from his inner jacket, opening fire first.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bullets passed through the glass, shattering it into a spider web shape but not entirely breaking it, hitting the gunmen in the chest. The Desert Eagle's caliber isn't small, firing .50 caliber bullets comparable to the 12.7 mm rounds used in sniper rifles!

One shot could basically take down an elephant.

The pectoralis major muscle was shattered.

Three people just kicked the bucket!

At this point, bodyguards from the other vehicles also crawled out and stood outside in an orderly fashion, drawing their guns and warily watching their surroundings.

Victor got down from the vehicle, looked at the bodies outside and the disheveled shop, furrowed his brow, but then relaxed, "Looks like I'm really quite unpopular."

"Sir, we should head back," said Jason Bourne anxiously.

"Worried about what? I'm not dead yet, am I?" Victor patted his shoulder, "Got a cigarette?"

"Huh?"

"Give me a smoke!"

"Oh, oh." Jason Bourne hurriedly fished out a cigarette from his suit pocket and handed it over.

"Lighter!" Victor called out, as the other had forgotten to give him a light.

Click-clack~

Once the cigarette was lit, he took a drag and exhaled, "Take some people and take out the Iraqi representative!"

"Huh? Ah! Sir, you think the Iraqis did this?" Jason Bourne asked in surprise.

Victor shook his head, "I don't know, I just need to vent right now, need someone to take it out on."

"But if we cause trouble in Vienna, it won't look good for us."

"Just disguise yourself a bit. If you don't get caught, who would know you're Mexican? Remember, we have the Americans backing us. Iraq publicly blamed them at the United Nations. If he dies, even if we are suspected, do you think they have any evidence?"

He just wanted to take advantage of the moment to vent his frustrations and please his sugar daddy.

Those destined for great things do not sweat the small stuff!

An Lushan even acknowledged a woman decades younger than him as his mother for the sake of status and identity, a laughable matter, but after the An Lushan Rebellion, those who laughed turned to ashes!

That's the kind of man Victor was. Since he decided to lick the Yanks for the time being, he had to do it wholeheartedly. Someone who wavers back and forth isn't fit to survive in North America.

It'd be best if the American sugar daddy could keep the military aid coming!

"Should we notify the Americans?"

"Of course, else they'll think we're giving them the slip. Right, tell them I'm hospitalized but not in mortal danger. Also tell them not only three culprits, others got away, and some had Western Asian faces. They will understand."

They'll definitely try to kick Iraq out of the United Nations!

Dare to attack a conference attendee?

Sometimes you don't need evidence; others will fill in the blanks for you.

Jason Bourne nodded, not fully comprehending.

"Alright, call me an ambulance, I'm feeling a bit dizzy." Victor smoked a cigarette as he got down, truly feeling a bit nauseous. Could it be a concussion?

"Ambulance!"

...

At this moment, at the United Nations office in Vienna, in the residence of the American representative.

The place was bustling with Military Officers, ambassadors, and the American representative all sitting on sofas smoking.

Discussing the amusing events of the afternoon.

"You didn't see how miserably the Iraqi was beaten this afternoon. Those Mexicans really don't hold back. I thought they were going to kill him," said American representative Asmir Ward, laughing as he sipped his wine.

"It's truly a pity..."

"Not a pity at all. I've finally realized something. There are still quite a few people opposing the United States. The war against Iraq must be fought! We must make it clear to everyone that the Soviet Union is an aged bear with no teeth left, too old to be of any further threat. The future belongs to the United States, and what we need to do is give obedient little dogs some scraps of meat. I find Mexico to be quite suitable."

"I'll suggest to the White House to give them more support!"

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

The Military Officer and ambassadors looked at each other and felt it made sense.
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A lackey who stands up for the face of the United States is a good lackey.

"Once he's here, we can talk more and make him understand that following us in North America is absolutely the right choice," said representative Asmir Ward, who glanced at his watch, eyebrows raised. It had been over forty minutes, why hadn't he arrived?

Just then, the phone on the table rang. He gave the ambassadors an apologetic smile, then picked up the phone.

That expression...

Instantly turned as if he had eaten shit!

"What! Victor's in the hospital? How serious? Is he dead?"

Jason Bourne, who helped with the excuse-making, felt a twitch at the corner of his eye. Who asks like that?

Asking directly if someone is dead, is that really okay?

"No issue, sir just has some scratches. However, we found some faces at the scene that look Central Asian. Asmir Ward, sir, the Mexicans have been bullied!"

Jason Bourne stated gravely.

"Which hospital, we'll come over."

"Vienna Konne Medical Center."

Asmir Ward: "I understand!"

After hanging up the phone, he took a deep breath and looked at the others, "Gentlemen, our little brother has run into trouble!"