Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 931 - 488: I Just Want to Be a Good Person. _2

"Boss, should we wait until after Angel's appearance on the show to discuss this?"

"Sure, there's no rush for this; I just mentioned it casually," Victor said with a smile.

Casare took a deep breath in his heart.

Boss, don't just say things lightly; one word from you, and we're all running frantically!

...

May 18th, just an ordinary day.

No. 17 Asit Street in Mexico City, the building here is quite... old-fashioned, no, no, it should be said to have a heavy historical feel, with moss climbing on the walls.

But this is the location of the famous newspaper, the Mexico Vanguard.

The reporters of this newspaper are quite daring.

Private enterprise.

But during the US-Mexico War, it was basically at the front line. After capturing San Diego, the entrance and exit would probably be blocked to protect local residents and prevent enemy retaliation.

Yet Vanguard rushed in while some shootouts were still ongoing.

Their news van hit a land mine... Three died, two were seriously injured.

Logically speaking, that should be enough, but the boss is relentless, fully compensating with ex-gratia payments and offering high prices for people to continue, courage rises even in the face of severe injury.

The Mexico Vanguard always manages to get first-hand information.

There's no way around it...

Who can outdo their daring?

By being ruthless, they've made a name for themselves in the increasingly tense "paper media" era.

And at this moment, the first floor is sparsely populated...

Most reporters have gone out to seek news.

Recently graduated news assistant Fao Wisbrook yawned, supporting his chin with his left hand, clicking the mouse, his computer displaying the Mexico Government Official Website.

What he has to do every day is find news on there!

Assistant, assistant...

It's not human work.

Scrolling down casually, he sees a new appointment.

"Angel Urenia appointed as the full representative for North American Affairs!"

His mouse had already moved down, but the word "North America" and the preceding name piqued his interest.

He'd never heard of such a person.

He clicked to take a look.

He saw a photo of a man wearing a tie, perfectly groomed, but those stern lower-eyes made one shiver at a glance; he looked like a tough character!

Below was his resume.

Fao Wisbrook carefully glanced at it, suddenly seeing something, he shouted, "Ah!".

Several colleagues lying on their desks raised their heads quickly.

A chubby colleague in a daze: "What happened? Is it time to eat?"

Then, with a startled look, he saw a gust of wind "blow" past him, and that "wind" was shouting:

"Supervisor! Big news! Big news!!!"

Bam!

The supervisor's office door was kicked open, and the chubby guy could see his supervisor inside shudder, nearly falling off his chair.

"Fao Wisbrook!!!" the boss roared from inside the office.

The startled colleagues outside cringed but still cautiously raised their heads to look.

Faces full of curiosity, big news?

What big news could it possibly be?

The President of the United States died again?

Uh?

Why "again"?

Five minutes later...

Fao Wisbrook informed his boss of the news he found, and the originally furious supervisor hurriedly opened the webpage, indeed found that same page, and upon seeing Angel Urenia's resume, his eyes lit up.

"Supervisor, isn't it? We need to release it ahead of all our peers."

"Yes, yes, but this one piece of news..." the supervisor hesitated.

"But this is super big news, at worst an entire page. The President's Chief of Staff becoming the head of Mexico's North American affairs, there's definitely a deep story here. We can request an interview with him."

"Supervisor, let me go!"

Fao Wisbrook patted his chest.

"You? Can you handle it?" The supervisor looked at him with doubt. If it weren't for his excellent academic performance and the state's support for companies recruiting graduates, they wouldn't have considered it.

The Mexico Vanguard wants wily veterans.

Of the 10 interns recruited, only Fao Wisbrook endured the internship period for various reasons, becoming a journalist assistant.

"Trust me, supervisor."

"But we have to request an interview, at least two days, and by then the news will be old." The supervisor frowned, being sometimes decisive, other times overthinking.

Fao Wisbrook frowned, unwilling to let this opportunity slip away, hesitated, "Leave it to me."

"You?"

"How will you manage? Do you have someone in the National Palace? Or do you know this Angel Urenia?"

"Erich Ludendorff is my brother-in-law."

"What Erich... huh?!"

The supervisor looked up sharply, eyes wide open.

As a news professional, he certainly knew Mexico's big wigs; that's the Army Chief, a significant figure.

The office fell silent.

Soon, Fao Wisbrook saw his supervisor's face, as ugly as Franklin's, force a smile, stand up, his voice wavering slightly, "Sit, sit, don't stand."

"No need, supervisor, time is of the essence. Leave it to me."

"Okay, I believe in you; Fao, you're definitely the next Hernandez Award winner. If you need anything, call anytime, I'll ensure you have full support."

The other party nodded happily, "Thank you, supervisor."

He hurriedly ran to the door, and just as his supervisor was about to sit down with a sigh of relief, he saw him rush back in, his body straightening up as he stood, "Supervisor, please don't tell anyone about my identity."

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