Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 897 - 473: Do You Dare to Bet There are No Bullets in My Gun?!_2

Let African countries try laying out their global capital plans?

They'll be doomed!

Of course, this is limited to most countries. In India or the United States? Even if Jesus were here, they'd be doomed.

"Give us some time, Jes."

"Three days! If the issue isn't resolved within three days, I'm starting to move my assets abroad."

Though seven days remaining won't be enough, it can still reduce significant losses.

Angel Urenia heard the opponent's coercive tone and still managed to say thank you.

After hanging up, he yanked the phone line out...

He couldn't take it anymore!

He feared his mom couldn't take it anymore.

Being called out dozens of times in one day...

He was quite confused at the moment but rubbed his face vigorously, forcing himself to gather his spirit, ready to call Charles Grassley, the Senate Speaker.

Negotiations also need to go through the Senate's decision-making process.

But the moment he thought about the voting process, his head hurt. Proposals, then bickering, then physical clashes, followed by a decision — ten days?

Even half a month wouldn't be enough.

The efficiency of the United States' internal processes is terrifyingly slow.

But corruption and smuggling? Lightning quick.

While Angel Urenia was hesitating, the private phone on his desk rang.

He shivered, hesitated for a moment, and picked it up. "Hello."

"I'm Richie, Mr. Clinton wants to talk to you." The voice of the private bodyguard on the other side was deep.

Soon, he heard the murmuring noise, and Clinton's voice came through clearly, "Angel."

"I'm here."

"You must negotiate; stop the war. The United States... cannot afford to gamble."

Angel Urenia fell silent for a moment. "The Senate..."

"With the nation in a state of emergency, I call the shots. I am appointing you as the ambassador with full authority. You must extinguish the flames of war."

"What if Mexico's demands are extreme? If they want us to return the territories from 1840?"

The scariest thing was this—how could Americans possibly return what they had seized?

Wouldn't that make the whole world look down on them?

Still...

They've already lost some face, but this is territory. Many states are highly economically developed regions.

"Cough cough cough..."

Clinton coughed a few times on the other end, "That won't happen!"

"A hundred years are enough to change several generations. Now, in New Mexico and Texas, there aren't any people who identify with Mexico. Forcibly merging them back would instead cause internal turmoil. Victor isn't that type of person."

Angel Urenia thought about it, and truth be told, it was indeed the case. It's like suddenly moving your entire family from the capital city to some unfamiliar region. Would you really feel content?

Furthermore, after World War II, economic and technological progress had lessened obsession over land. Victor was unlikely to demand such territories.

But precisely because of this...

The pressure was immense.

He was a clever man; he never thought this appointment was noble. Instead, he found it deeply troublesome. If public opinion spiraled out of control, would he be okay?

Clinton, who had been friends with him for decades, naturally understood—anyone leading negotiations would become America's scapegoat!

"Angel, I trust no one else. At my side, there's only you and Richie. Don't worry; once the negotiations are over, I'll handle any issues. When I recover, I'll make sure you become Senate Speaker!"

"Help me..."

Clinton's tone carried both pleading and promises.

Senate Speaker?!!!

Angel Urenia's spirits lifted. He trusted Clinton; he had always been a man of his word.

Add in Clinton's desperate plea, and after a moment of silence, he nodded in agreement.

"I... I'll do my best to safeguard America's interests."

Clinton smiled contentedly. "Thank you!"

Once the call ended, the Chief of Staff leaned back in his chair, his gaze vacant as he reclined. God knows what was going through his mind.

Meanwhile, at Washington Hospital...

After Richie left, Clinton bundled himself up under his blanket. Abruptly, a sound that could've been laughter or sobbing leaked out from inside.

Realizing the noise might've been loud, he covered his mouth!

And in his eyes, there was a flicker of menace.

He... could actually get out of bed, but he didn't want to bear the responsibility. If he entered the White House, wouldn't he become the scapegoat?

Shoving Angel Urenia out front, if things went wrong, he'd have someone to take the fall!

Decades of friendship?

Pah!

I'm the President; I cannot be wrong!

And another thing made him feel like laughing: when his wife was blown up along with others. Every time he thought of it, he wanted to laugh—finally, no one could point fingers at him for being incompetent.

Clinton was a man!

Whenever he cheated, Diane would always lead people to catch him in the act, pointing at his nose and scolding him every single time. He'd been fed up with it for ages.

Well, now she was dead, and no one could block his affairs anymore.

He even planned it out for when he's discharged—play the role of a grieving family member, appearing on television saying: "My family has sacrificed for America, and I'm ready as well!"

This would undoubtedly draw immense sympathy, boosting his approval ratings.

"Heh heh heh..."

In the frigid hospital room, a rat lurking in the sewer grinned slyly while watching.

...

Meanwhile, Victor was also a "hot topic" figure.

He received call after call, too.

Brazil and Venezuela, members of the traditional Anti-drug Alliance, reached out to him. Many from Africa and the Latin American region also contacted him, but the amusing thing? Nobody was urging him to stay calm.

On the contrary...

They seemed eager for him to throw something at Wall Street.

A bunch of gloating bastards.

What mattered most to him, though, was the call with Cuba's Fidel. The two spoke for nearly two hours, during which Fidel constantly praised Victor, making him feel a bit embarrassed.

"I hope we can become even more united."

"Of course, no problem. Only by uniting can we help the masses achieve prosperity under capitalist exploitation."

Fidel laughed, then suddenly said, "That's all good, but we also hope you can assist us with developing the X weapon…"

???

Victor paused upon hearing this before his smile returned. Laughing it off, he deflected smoothly, "We'd love to help Cuba achieve victory against capitalist oppression, but unfortunately, we aren't capable of developing such technology. Mexico simply doesn't have the ability."

Fidel frowned slightly. He already had a hunch—Mexico's proximity to the United States meant any reactors or experiments would've been discovered long ago.

Manage to stay hidden this long?

He didn't believe it!

The only possibility was acquiring it from a third party. How feasible was that?

The Soviet Union!

Rumors swirled about Mexico receiving talent and weapons from the Soviet Union. Could X weapons have been among them?

Impossible…

Would the Soviets really sell such things?

What wasteful fools!

Truly wasteful fools!

Why didn't they come to me? I'd give them a better price.

They probably sold more than just one…

As for how many? Guesswork was all there was.

Victor was playing precisely into this. Some of his words to Fidel would inevitably spread—Cuba had plenty of people sympathetic to the United States internally…

Once this spread, nations worldwide would start speculating, and Victor was betting: would they dare believe Mexico had more X weapons?

Americans wouldn't dare wager, and the thugs in Europe and America wouldn't either…

Say half the truth and leave the rest for speculation.

Fidel didn't press further, sensing Victor's evasive tone. He also understood...

In the Latin American region, Mexico had already transformed into a defender of American-like interests!

Their status had evolved!

If any nation announced plans for development, you might even witness the two countries forming coalition forces to pummel them.

Sighing inwardly, Fidel only hoped Victor wouldn't shift from being a warrior slaying dragons to becoming a dragon himself!

"One more thing."

"Please go ahead."

"The United Nations plans to arrange a meeting between the U.S. and Mexico in hopes of settling the conflict and curbing the war."

"Secretary-General Boutros Gali has tasked us with asking whether you're agreeable, and if so, they'll contact you directly."

Victor: "Of course, we abide by United Nations laws and are happy to give them this courtesy."

Fidel nodded in approval, appreciating Victor's calm demeanor—he wasn't blinded or arrogant despite his advantage, which was admirable for a "leader."

He simply pursued his objectives.

"If ten days pass, would you truly drop an X weapon on Wall Street?" he suddenly asked.

Victor paused briefly before replying with deep significance:

"Only I, ten days from now, will know."

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