Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Uncle Asmir..."

"Get out!"

As Belsaria glanced at Victor, he patted her hand, signaling her not to worry. After the worried subordinate left, Asmir kicked out his subordinates as well and then closed the hospital room door and rushed to Victor, grabbing him by the front.

"Was it you?!"

"What? The Iraqi delegation? Did something happen to them?"

Asmir clenched his teeth as he looked at Victor, "Where are your bodyguards? You brought dozens of men to Vienna, where are the others?"

"Maybe they went out for a late-night snack."

That excuse—NMD—while your boss is lying here groaning in pain, his underlings go out to grab late-night snacks?

Asmir couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity, "Do you realize what you're doing? They are members of the United Nations; we have a duty to ensure their safety. This is an act of war!"

"Are you a cop or a gangster?"

Victor's gaze fixed on him, "Confront an officer as an officer, slaughter a bandit as a bandit!"

The implication was clear—whether one can fight the battle or not.

"Moreover, if the Iraqi delegation was massacred, it's good enough that I didn't set off firecrackers. We are already at war, shouldn't I applaud their death? And..."

"Didn't he just denounce the United States as war criminals in front of everyone? Don't you wish for his death?"

Asmir frowned, displeased with Victor's tone, "The United Nations has an order!"

"Yes, and so the United States can call the shots, can't they? Does the Soviet Union dare to make another peep?"

By then, some in the Soviet Union had already realized that their country was sick, but who wanted to deal with that? Many were steeped in corruption, why would they care about the fall of their country?

A dying patient has two states: first, wondering why it's them dying and not someone else, wishing everyone would die together!

Second, looking at the pseudo-friends gathered at the door to offer condolences, they exit the stage in the shadows of their gazes.

Most people still don't want to burn bridges with the Yanks; they might need to beg the United States for food in the future.

Asmir Ward looked at Victor with complexity, relaxing his grip slightly. Victor lay back down in the hospital bed and chuckled, "But rest assured, any country that is an enemy of the United States, Mexico will bite them to death, even if we're dogs, we're the most loyal dogs."

"But even dogs bite."

"Not at all!" Victor interrupted, "Mexico is too close to the United States, too far from heaven."

...

Outside the door, Belsaria was anxious, wanting to eavesdrop, but the soundproofing was really good, and she couldn't hear what was happening inside.

Squeak!

Just then, the hospital room door opened, and Belsaria saw Asmir Ward walking out with a furrowed brow, saying to someone inside, "Rest well, and you can go back to the stage to speak when you return."

"Thank you, Mr. Delegate." Victor's voice came from inside.

"Uncle..."

Asmir looked at Belsaria, "I have something to tell you."

She glanced at Victor, utterly perplexed, and followed Asmir, who stopped by a window.

"Are you in love with him? Does he know your identity?"

"I haven't told him."

Asmir sighed internally. He didn't believe that Victor was the sort of man who could truly "love someone." Could a strongman understand love?

Even as the American delegate, he had to admit that on Mexican soil, a formidable man had arisen!

Victor definitely knew Belsaria's identity, even possibly approaching her deliberately.

What was the purpose?

The identity of Old Rumsfeld, the reformist in the American military.

But Asmir didn't voice these thoughts, instead, he asked, "Your grandfather hopes you will marry into the Kennedy family..."

"It's almost the 21st century now, I won't agree. I don't like them, I don't talk politics, I just want to talk about love, Uncle." Belsaria passionately refuted.

Asmir patted her shoulder, trying to comfort her.

Poor girl, you want to talk about love, but he's thinking about climbing the ladder using you.

In the hospital room, he had also asked Victor, "Do you know Belsaria has many suitors, and their families hold power in the United States?"

And Asmir remembered Victor's response.

"The United States is under their control, but I alone will preside over Mexico! When my word is law, who dares to talk of riches? Who dares to speak of power?"

"God will bless you, Belsaria." Asmir spoke gently.

Victor lay quietly in the hospital ward.

He saw Belsaria come in and watched Asmir leave. When he left, he looked back, and their gazes flickered in mid-air.

"Victor..."

"I'm here!"

"Do you really love me?"

Victor tightly held her hand, "More than once, I have walked through an evening, planning our future. I will once again tread across the Sea of Love through the dust, wearing my finest suit, proudly to marry my beloved."

"I will also bring my bare passion, and make love with you in the study."

"I will love you, marry you, and then live life with my chest held high."

Belsaria immediately hugged Victor and kissed him.

Jason Bourne silently closed the hospital room door, lit a cigarette for himself, and muttered to himself, "With this mouth, no matter if one ate shit, he couldn't spout such sweet nothings."

...

The Iraqi delegation was slaughtered!

The incident shocked the world.

A video screenshot somehow leaked out.

In the hazy rainy night, under the blurred moonlight, a group of people stormed into the residence of the Iraqi delegation. There were many of them, no fewer than twenty people, and they were heavily armed. They even exchanged fire with the local Vienna police.

The video was chaotic and incomprehensible, but the gunfire was jarringly clear and distinct.

The Iraqi side was furious.

There were protests within the country, and Saddam spoke into the camera during a broadcast, shedding tears on television, believing it to be a betrayal and abandonment of Iraq by the world!

"My fellow countrymen, we are protecting our homeland and interests. Those ignorant and arrogant Westerners—their faces make one sick. We already know who the murderer is, that disgusting Mexican thug, Victor!"

"Kuwait belongs to us! The world belongs to us!"

"I, hereby declare war on the 34 members of the Anti-Iraq Coalition, I will withdraw my ambassadors, and furthermore, I will freeze the assets of foreigners within our country!"

"We will retaliate and assassinate! We will use our bodies and lives to defend our land!"

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

Tens of thousands in the procession below cheered.

And he wasn't just shooting off empty threats.

Five minutes after his announcement…

An explosion occurred at the Tegucigalpa Train Station in Honduras. The massive blast sent the overhead canopy flying, and screams and cries of panic filled the air.

Ten minutes later…

A suicide attack targeting an anti-Iraqi group in Dakar, Senegal, caused 17 deaths and 33 injuries!

Fifteen minutes later…

Half an hour later…

Within an hour, those crazy Iraqis attacked over 41 cities, and Mexico too suffered.

Around four in the afternoon, just as school was letting out, four or five vans charged into a school in Sonora State, killing the security guard on duty and a squad of the National Guard at the gate.

They took more than 1000 students hostage!

Facing the reporters who rushed over, the thugs demanded a dialogue.

"Let Victor apologize to the Iraqi people! Let him kneel here!"

Upon receiving the news, Casare's lips flared up with anger.

Hijacking a school?

Where did these brazen people come from?

Outside, the students' parents were crying and shouting, turning to the cameras and pleading with the government to save their children.

"I command!"

Casare barked out an order with a dark expression.

All the senior members sitting in the conference room stood up, "Deploy Swat, the 141 Task Force, and the Omega A Team, and make sure to take out the criminals and rescue the hostages!"

"Yes!"

...