Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1154: 568: Eighteen Lords?

Chapter 1154: Chapter 568: Eighteen Lords?

“Ten thousand US dollars! I spent ten thousand US dollars to co from Africa, and now, I’ve been here for less than six months. I initially found a dishwashing job, and now? The boss has run off. I have nowhere to live, no food, not even basic dicine. Everyone is panic buying, yet I have no money. I’m just like a soccer ball being kicked around.”

In Albuquerque, New xico, a black woman with hips larger than a water tank hysterically shouted at the cara, her tone desperate, “Are we supposed to die here?”

“Why is no one helping us!”

The reporter was blunt, “Ma’am, you are here illegally…”

“My child was born in the United States; he is an Arican!”

The woman was relentless, “If you can’t solve our problems, then let the xicans do it. We now need Victor’s managent, and we also need xico’s dical insurance.”

The reporter was taken aback, mumbling, “I wish xico would enter the United States.”

His interest waned instantly. He pulled out a wad of hundreds of US dollars from his pocket and handed it to her. “Go to xico; there’s no future here in the United States.”

The woman looked at the money in her hand. The swear words she had been about to utter were swallowed back, and she burst into tears.

She watched the departing reporter, squatted helplessly on the ground, and cried out loud.

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More people in New xico began to head towards the border.

Such a population outflow was unacceptable to the state governnt.

So on May 6th.

New xico surprisingly announced a “Stop Resident Outflow Policy!”

Visa issuance stopped, and passport issuance halted as well. Entering xico or leaving New xico would automatically cancel one’s U.S. identity in the system.

Journalists dubbed this bill: “The Caged Beast Act.”

It imdiately sparked public outrage!

This place was already complicated with many ethnic minorities. If we are forbidden from leaving, are you trying to let us all die here with you?

The angry populace exploded on the spot, surrounding the governnt building with over 1,000 out of the 3,000 residents of the cultural town of Zima Yao, dragging the mayor out and beating him half to death.

This also aroused discontent from xico.

The two divisions of the 336th Army stationed in Chihuahua State began to mobilize massively, pressing into the New xico border, directly crossing Highway 10, only 20 kiloters from Las Cruces!

This was the first ti since the US-xico War of 1992 that the xican Army had once more entered the United States territory.

This made Texas and California nervous.

After all, our civil war is at most a novice pecking fight, but if you ddle, it’s different.

California and Texas quickly dispatched more troops to the border line.

The atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense.

European countries entered the fray one after another.

United Kingdom: “I know Victor is not an opportunist; he may just want to maintain safety and stability, going to the United States? Hmm… I will try my best to use my influence to resolve the North Arican dispute.”

xican Goebbels: “Who the hell are you?!”

The British were outraged, pinching their philtrum vigorously.

The other nations like Germany, France, and Italy remained silent, covering their mouths with a laugh, and everyone was smart enough to hope for more chaos in North Arica. As long as you fight your battles, I just need a bite of the leftovers.

It’s just like you British.

Now you’re eager to stand out and uphold your forr “world number one” na?

Sotis, people just can’t tell left from right and light from heavy.

May 9th.

Texas Republic, Austin.

A light rain was falling.

The misty weather was making people feel uncomfortable.

Paul Constantine Stuart frowned as he got out of the car. His secretary behind him tried to rush up with an umbrella, but couldn’t catch up.

As he pushed open the door, he saw guests had arrived at his ho.

His own younger brother, the current Texas Republic’s Minister of Intelligence and Military Officer, Lawrence Constantine Stuart, and his wife, Catherine Rumsfeld. The latter was holding a young man and crying with red eyes.

The young man patted her shoulder for comfort. Hearing the sound of the door opening, all three looked outside to see Paul standing there with a frown, his expression not good.

“Brother~” Lawrence hastily stood up and called, and Catherine wiped her tears.

Bramo stood up with a smile on his face, bandaged hand, and said respectfully, “Mr. President.”

“Why did you co here? You’re not very welco here.”

Who knows? Lawrence Constantin Stuart questioned.

Lawrence and Catherine’s expressions changed, just about to speak, but they were stared down, “You bring anyone into our ho, do you know? You’re going to get us killed!”

“And you, Catherine, you’re now part of the Stuart family. If it weren’t for my protection, you would have been taken by The Pentagon long ago. You should be grateful.”

Bramo’s eyes flashed, his expression slightly indifferent, squinting, “I’m here to save your life, you know you’re about to die, President Paul.”

Such a familiar scene.

Look at the map, this is North Arica, not Asia, right?

Paul Constantine Stuart scoffed at these words, “Arrogant!”

“Don’t think I don’t know who you’re relying on, isn’t it Victor from xico? What can he do? Does he dare to interfere? We Texans can confront the U.S. Governnt and also dare to confront the xican Governnt!”

Bramo: “What if they join forces?”

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What does the last whisper an?

These words directly silenced Paul Constantine Stuart.

He really wanted to retort, impossible.

But in political struggles, there’s no such thing as impossible. Even if soone killed your parents, if the benefit is sufficient, they can beco partners. After decades of political maneuvering, this shallow truth is still unclear?

Bramo was like a skilled negotiator. He saw Paul didn’t refute imdiately, understood, and smiled, “The black cat failed, but you’ve also caused Norman Schwarzkopf and others to lose face. The crucial point is, because of this matter, he’s rigidly confronting Congress. He has no way out. If he can’t eradicate Texas, he will lose everything completely!”

“If at this ti, xico tells them that they’re willing to help encircle you on both sides, how long can you hold out? A year? Two years? No no no, I think within three months, you will find no place for burial. Am I right?”

“We can also negotiate with The Pentagon!” Paul said through gritted teeth.

Bramo shook his head, stood up, and said to his aunt and uncle, “I’ll co to see you again next ti.”

With that, he left without stopping.

This actually shocked President Paul for a mont. He internally felt what the other said was true, but didn’t want to acknowledge it. He had been living quite flamboyantly lately, with Texas Republic’s bigwigs seeking him, dinner invitations every day.

Making him sowhat complacent.

Now being “intimidated” by Bramo, his clever intellect regained its grip.

“Wait!”

Bramo, at the door, was delighted but quickly hid it. xico’s expert team was right; as long as you show great resolve, he will doubt himself.

He stopped, slowly turned his head, but didn’t speak.

Paul Constantine Stuart’s expression changed several tis, then he took a deep breath, and started smiling hugely, walking over, warmly grasping Bramo’s arm, “Co, sit, sit, we’re family, you ca, I must host you.”

His brother and sister-in-law watched this wide-eyed but with complicated looks at the spirited young man, montarily… so lost in thoughts, it has been a long ti since they saw him, the once shy, slightly awkward young man, who now… had grown up.

Ti indeed allows people to grow.

Catherine’s gaze imdiately connected him with her own father and brothers, tears suddenly fell again, Bramo raised his head while walking to the study with Paul, speaking gently, “Aunt, don’t cry, I’m here. The Ramsfield family still has .”

Catherine covered her mouth, nodding hard.

Her gaze always on him climbing the stairs, entering the study.

Husband Lawrence tightly embraced her shoulder, comforting, “Bramo has grown up.”

In the study…

Bramo sat down like the host, Paul’s expression tightened, but he endured, “Want sothing to drink?”

“Don’t stand on ceremony, President Paul, let’s first talk business.”

Bramo said as he pulled a map out of his backpack, spreading it directly, “Look, New xico, California, and Texas Republic, you need to break out, rather than be trapped here, otherwise you’ll beco prey for others; indeed, the first to step out often gets ganged up on. I know, you’ve contacted many people, probably everyone talks nicely, but no one dares to make real progress with you.”

President Paul’s expression turned unpleasant at these words.

Indeed…

He also contacted adjacent New xico and California, but they just laughed it off, just watching the show. After all, The Pentagon still holds the moral high ground.

“Therefore, we should seize this mont to completely disrupt the situation. Only when there’s chaos everywhere in the United States, will soone feel the U.S. regi isn’t to be feared. You’ve stood up, then be the one truly raising the big flag. What’s this called? In Asia, this is called justice. Their aning is that you have this capacity and capability, stand at the forefront of the team, with ti, reputation and prestige, even vast power will surge toward you.”

“Even opposing Arica needs a leader!”

“If you help gain the position of a decision-maker in Illinois, I can join the alliance, and xico can too!”

Eighteen Lords uniting against Arica?

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PS: Really feeling weak these past days, my brothers, still feeling it now, truly can’t keep writing, don’t want to keep taking leave, let rest a bit, thank you, very sorry, really apologetic.