Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 932 - 488: I Just Want to Be a Good Person. _3

"No problem!" The supervisor had a smile on his face.

Fua Visbrooke left satisfied, and only then did he wipe his forehead.

Nowadays connections...

Do they all rely on themselves?

Really...

The young man.

Fua Visbrooke contacted Angel through Rudendorf, even though they weren't from the same department, the former was an elder, and the Yanks were quite respectful.

The two met at a "coffee shop" outside the National Palace.

Hmm...

This coffee shop is a state-owned enterprise.

It should be said that the two streets next to the National Palace are state-owned enterprises, to prevent anyone from causing trouble here, and even if there are explosives, there would be a buffer zone.

Besides...

Business is also quite good.

This street is often packed.

On the second floor of the Coffee Wood House, Fua Visbrooke met Angel Urenia, who was looking into the distance. Upon hearing the footsteps, he turned around and saw the camera in his hand, stood up with a smile, and gently said, "You must be Visbrooke, pleased to meet you."

Fua hurriedly reached out, "Thank you for taking the time to see me despite your busy schedule."

Angel laughed, "I also need someone to bring my voice out."

"Please sit."

The two sat facing each other, glanced at the iced Americano in front of them, and Fua was a bit taken aback.

"I ordered you a coffee, hope you like it."

"Of course, I love iced Americano the most."

He said, taking a sip and pointed to the camera in his hand, "Can we start?"

Seeing the other nod in agreement, he adjusted the camera, making sure the lens was aligned.

"Hello, Mr. Angel Urenia, it's an honor you agreed to my interview..."

Fua Visbrooke got into the mood, holding a pen in his hand, "May I ask why you moved from the United States to Mexico to take charge of North American affairs?"

"It's simple, I have been betrayed."

After the US-Mexico ended...

The other party retold the events that happened to himself, and Fua listened, growing more shocked as the story unfolded, even the spouse was dead, living like a dog.

"I actually know very well, the killer of my wife wasn't some extreme nationalist, but Clinton, he didn't want me alive because he abandoned me, he feared I would reveal his secrets."

"Secrets? Can you tell what they are?"

"In 1989, Clinton was involved with the White Water Development Company, this company also had money laundering activities, and as you should be aware, later when they were accused, witnesses, the Commerce Secretary, and his advisor all died one after another."

It does seem to be the case.

"Clinton had them killed."

"!!!!!!!!" Fua Visbrooke widened his eyes.

"Even before he became President, he had such great abilities, besides the family's influence, there was one more thing..."

"What?"

Angel Urenia's smile was a bit... odd.

"He's a member of the United States high-level HQ (abbreviation) club."

Damn!

Is this something one should know?

"Clinton has a medical condition, he needs medication to present himself, furthermore, his wife gave him several illegitimate children, don't you think Chelsea Victoria doesn't resemble him at all?"

"When he served as the Governor of Arkansas, he once had me find women for him, of course, these were all private conduct issues."

"His greatest secret is that he is pursuing immortality, he is an honorary member of several Evil Organizations in the United States, he... personally killed 4 young girls, hoping to acquire their 'energy'."

"Energy? What is that?"

"Who knows what it is, perhaps his mind is full of shit."

Angel Urenia leaned forward, "Do you find this exciting?"

"Hahaha, Americans elected a lunatic as President, the United States is doomed to perish, the fate of North America lies in Mexico, in Victor, in the millions of people."

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