Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 925 - 486: The United States Doesn't Welcome You, Come to Mexico Ah!

Washington D.C.'s Pennsylvania Avenue…

It can be considered the liveliest street in the United States, with tens of thousands or even over a hundred thousand people coming to "pay homage" every day.

There's one thing the United States actually does pretty well.

Dog breeding!

Remote breeding is absolutely top-notch.

Take the famous "US International Development Agency," for instance—it essentially uses money to attract a bunch of "public intellectuals" in other countries or buy some newspapers and TV stations to indoctrinate citizens with the idea that "the United States is perfect."

Just like that infamous **Intention X**, even the act of taking a dump somehow becomes a demonstration of how cultured Americans are.

Of course, this is…

A kind of ideological warfare, which all major countries around the world are pretty much engaged in.

India?

Don't they love boasting about the "wild fire" love affairs between humans and animals too?

At the very least, besides wiping your butt, your left hand can make you flatbreads.

Under the "fraudulent" guidance of the US International Development Agency, almost every visitor to the United States will visit Pennsylvania Avenue to see so-called civilization.

You'll see hordes of backpackers…

And shady-eyed petty thieves everywhere.

But on this mid-May day, things were especially lively.

Right in front of the White House, there was a man who looked like a beggar, kneeling on a… wooden cart?

A foul stench emanated from him.

His beard was knotted…

His face… covered in bruises.

In his hands, he held a yellowed cardboard box with the words: "I'm not a criminal of the United States!" written on it.

Many tourists pointed and whispered, their faces full of curiosity and confusion.

"Who's that? Is it possible for beggars to appear in front of the White House? So humane?" A pair of backpackers of Asian descent, who seemed to be a couple, were surprised as the male asked.

"That man is a traitor to the United States."

Someone nearby suddenly interjected. It was another person of Asian descent, squinting slightly and standing with arms crossed. "His name is Angel Urenia, formerly the Chief of Staff to President Clinton. You know about the US-Mexico War negotiations, right? He secretly betrayed Mr. President and the United States!"

"As a result, the United States had to pay a lot of reparations to Mexico—all that money comes from taxpayers. If the United States didn't want to disrupt peace, a new war would've already started by now."

Hearing the explanation, the couple suddenly understood.

"Didn't he go to prison?"

"Of course, American law is fair. He was tried, but you know… he did work for the United States at one point. He was only forced to resign. But this man refuses to reflect on himself and instead keeps proclaiming his innocence, claiming it's all government slander…"

"Many people couldn't stand him. They say his leg was broken by someone, yet the government still provides him with subsidies. And what does he do? He pretends to be a beggar and smears the government. He's nothing but a scumbag!" The Asian man spoke with the tone of someone ready to duel.

As he spoke, more and more people gathered around to listen. Hearing his explanation, all of them believed they had grasped the truth. Staring at the disheveled, ghost-like Angel Urenia, their initial disgust deepened into collective scorn…

"Ugh! Turns out he's just a traitorous dog!"

"Look at him—filthy on the outside, could only mean he's filthy inside too."

The prejudices in people's hearts are like towering mountains.

As the backpackers sneered at him, the Asian man guiding the conversation flashed a look of satisfaction—this was his job.

He worked for…

The FBI!

On this street, he wasn't the only one. They were responsible for the security of "National Street." But now, they had an additional side task…

Guiding citizens and tourists to attack Angel Urenia!

It was a political mission.

"Are you planning to settle in the United States?" he asked.

The Asian couple exchanged looks. The woman hesitated slightly and asked, "We've thought about it, but with the previous Little Saint James Island incident and the Red Shoes Club affair in the United States…"

"Those are all lies!"

The FBI employee snorted. "I've lived in the United States since childhood. I've never seen anything like those claims—they're nothing more than slander by Mexicans. A country that isn't envied by others can only be poor and backward. We bear too much pressure."

"Take a look around here…"

He took a deep breath, "Even the air is fresh. How could such vile things exist? There's no need to worry."

Hearing this, the surrounding foreigners exhaled in relief.

"See? The United States is the beacon of human civilization—it could never be a haven for criminals. Unless the Statue of Liberty falls… Hahaha…" a tall Black man crossed his arms while laughing.

But this comment…

No one followed up. They all looked at him with odd expressions.

His companion hurriedly pulled him aside.

The Black man suddenly recalled—two years ago, the Statue of Liberty had been blown up by "drug traffickers!"

The site now…

Was still in ruins.

The man's CPU overloaded immediately, and he scrambled to defend himself, "Uh… Being attacked by drug traffickers proves the United States is righteous!"

"Uh, hahaha, yeah, yeah."

Only then did the people nearby feign agreement.

Meanwhile, confined to his small space, Angel Urenia listened to the remarks behind him, feeling utterly desolate inside…

When he returned to his homeland…

That bitch Clinton hadn't kept a single promise to him. Although he knew she would betray him after wringing him dry, he hadn't expected her to be this ruthless!

She wanted to eliminate him completely.

Did you think he was here voluntarily?

No!

If he left here, he'd die!

Clinton would make sure he was forever silenced.

His child had been shot and killed at college, and his wife had been so devastated that she leapt to her death at the hospital. The hospital said she suffered from depression…

All of this happened within just a week of the US-Mexico negotiations!