Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 867 - 463: "Good Night, Mexico!"_2

If it weren't for the sliver of reason he still clung to, he'd probably be cursing this damn lighter. Even you—you're bullying me too?

But when he saw the tens of thousands of US dollars scattered on the ground, his heart ached again. He hurried to the door and picked it up.

Just as he bent down, the door suddenly burst open from the outside. With a loud bang, he was sent sprawling onto his back.

The sharp pain from his head immediately ignited his rage. "You bastard! What the hell are you doing?! Did your father die, or is it your mother?!"

The secretary who'd pushed the door open hurriedly helped him up. When she heard his words, she froze, then gulped hard. Her pupils contracted. "Sir, Mr. Reagan… was blown up in San Diego—he's dead!"

Robert's head snapped up, the bump on his forehead and the pain forgotten in an instant...

"No… no way, you must be joking, right?"

He forced a dry laugh, but when he saw the grief-stricken expression on her face, it hit him like a ton of bricks. His breath caught in his throat, color first rushing to his face, then draining away entirely.

He grabbed the secretary's arm with all his strength. "Quickly… this can't get out!"

This was Ronald Reagan, esteemed as one of the "greatest Americans" by the people of the United States.

Some even claimed that, if not for him, the United States might have collapsed during the 1980s.

But for someone like him to be "killed" by Mexicans on the front lines—that was simply...

Unthinkable!

With tears in her voice, the secretary added, "It's already… been reported. Alongside him, over a dozen journalists and six naval officers from the base also perished in the explosion!"

Robert Gates felt a wave of dizziness hit him. He stretched out a trembling hand, his voice shaking. "Go, go find President Clinton, now!"

It was almost as though he were asking someone to summon the Buddha himself, because he knew—this was far beyond anything he could handle.

Suffering casualties of six naval officers? That kind of loss hadn't been seen since World War II.

"Help me up."

The secretary next to him exerted all her strength to lift him upright, but Robert's legs still gave out beneath him, and he crumpled to his knees.

A look of utter despair crossed his face...

In that moment, he found himself envying that old bastard Rumsfeld—damn that guy, he sure knew when to cut and run.

It's over.

His career was finished in this life.

Meanwhile, President Clinton was originally en route to visit war veterans. A scandal had rocked the San Francisco Veterans Nursing Home after reports surfaced of residents dying from starvation!

An elderly World War II veteran, alone and destitute, had been abused and literally starved to death in the facility...

The story had been exposed by a small tabloid but had created a massive uproar, sparking fierce online debates over how veterans were treated in the U.S. military.

The White House's press office was no group of incompetents, and many had recognized the gravity of the situation. They were adamant that this matter be swiftly quelled because otherwise...

A real crisis could erupt!

The frontlines were still engaged in war, after all.

But along the way, Clinton received a phone call, and the motorcade made an abrupt U-turn, sirens blaring as it raced back.

Residents along the route stared in confusion as they watched the convoy return the way it came.

"What happened? Why are they coming back?" a woman in pajamas leaned out her window to ask her husband.

"Maybe Clinton shit himself? I've always thought his sphincter control was dodgy," her husband snorted while watching TV. He hesitated, slipped on some slippers, approached the window, and glanced at the frantic motorcade. "Or maybe... someone died?"

The wife shoved her husband hard. "Your mouth reeks."

At that moment, on the TV, the producer was seen rushing onto the stage with a piece of paper in hand. The anchor, startled, took it from him with hesitation...

This had never happened before.

She glanced at the note, her eyes widening as her entire body started trembling violently.

To an outsider, it might've looked like she was holding some kind of... toy.

The next moment—

Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she unexpectedly started crying live on air!

!!!!

"Cry, cry, cry your mother's ass—speak the damn news!" the director hissed through clenched fists on the other side of the camera.

Seeing the situation, the male co-anchor snatched the note from her hand. As he read the contents, his eyebrows visibly twitched—something even viewers at home could clearly notice.

But his strong psychological composure allowed him to suppress his emotions and deliver the report:

"We interrupt our programming with this breaking news!"

"Former President of the United States Ronald Wilson Reagan has been killed in a bombing while visiting the San Diego Naval Base!"

The husband who had just been cursing at Clinton gasped audibly, staring at his own mouth. Did he have magic powers or something?

Sorcery?

Someone really died?

He turned to look at his wife, only to see her already staring back, wide-eyed, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Reagan, having been an actor, was handsome, witty, and humorous—qualities that had endeared him to many women.

But for such a man...

To have been blown to bits?

Oh my God...

This must be April Fools' Day!

The news of Reagan's assassination spread like wildfire across the United States—

And then across the globe!

"لرئيسالأمريكيريغانبالرصاصمنقبلالمكسيكفيساندييغو! (U.S. President Reagan assassinated in San Diego by Mexico!)" — Al Jazeera "Gulf News."

"心が痛む!!レーガン米大統領,サンディエゴでメキシコに射殺される!!! (Heartbreaking!! U.S. President Reagan shot dead by Mexicans in San Diego!!!)" — Japan's NHK 7 O'Clock News.

"하나님은!!!멕시코폭군이우리가가장사랑하는지도자를죽였다!! (Oh God!!! The Mexican tyrant has killed the leader we most cherished!!) Assib!!" — KBS News.

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In modern times, with advanced communication technology, there was simply no way to keep such an incident hidden.