Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1221: 595: Bro, Don't Worry, I've Got Your Back! (Pa

Chapter 1221: Chapter 595: Bro, Don’t Worry, I’ve Got Your Back! (Part 2)

Fuck!

Such a familiar style.

I can’t help but rember a phrase, “Dad, I’m Liu Lu!”

“Besides, where can we run to? The civil war in the United States will lead to more violent conflicts. Independent governnts, gangs, corporate militias, and community guards, they all have guns. If we provoke them, do you think we’ll fare well?”

“Order has been destroyed, and trying to reestablish it is undoubtedly difficult, or perhaps… impossible. Only on xican soil, maybe, can we still survive.”

Pedro’s parents exchanged a glance. They were intellectuals, and the more they thought about it, the more they felt he made sense. Many places in the United States had indeed already collapsed.

Wealthy middle-class people even ford community guard corps to protect their families and assets, while those governnt police and armies had no ti for you. The war also caused massive unemploynt, and many joined the mafia. For “families” like theirs, with three out of four people wearing glasses, they’d be seen as easy targets.

The middle-aged man quietly thought for a mont, nodded, “Alright, we’ll listen to you. I’ll apply for new identification tomorrow.”

Pedro nodded, his eyes fixed on the television, not moving.

…

On July 7th, Defense Minister Kennedy gave an exclusive interview to xican dia. He stated that xico’s strategic goals had been achieved and that the Pentagon, led by Norman Schwarzkopf, perford exceptionally well.

“Are you praising… the Pentagon?” the female reporter asked, her expression astonished.

“Yes, even if we are enemies, we are also soldiers. I must say, Arica has his leadership, and I think that’s great. He is a respected man.”

“But under his rule, Arica has fallen into civil war…”

Kennedy shook his head, “No, no, no, that’s the society and the President’s problem. What’s wrong with a soldier whose mission is to save the United States? His fault was believing those Arican elites too much. They are unscrupulous, willing to betray the United States for profit. He was killed by his people; he was never defeated by xico, but by Aricans themselves!”

The female reporter had her mouth half open, looking very surprised.

Actually…

All these questions had been approved.

She was just good at acting.

Later, the female reporter asked many questions, including how to deal with Arican citizens in occupied areas and whether human rights would be guaranteed, etc. Finally, when it ended, he said aningfully, “The world is big enough to accommodate everyone’s developnt, and North Arica is big enough to allow for a few more countries.”

This interview was broadcasted at noon the next day during pri ti on mainstream dia.

Many xicans also found that the dia newspapers that day wrote many praises for “Norman Schwarzkopf,” well, not exactly praises, but admiration for his military capability. They sighed, if he had been born in xico, maybe he would be the next Defense Minister; he has the capability.

This made the xicans, who were shouting “Down with Arica” just yesterday, dumbfounded.

???

What does this an?

Has the wind direction changed?

Or is xico planning to ally with Arica?

Could it be that aliens have invaded?

But once this news got out, the first to be anxious was “Bramo from Illinois.” He called Victor, probed around, trying to find out if xico was planning to collaborate with the Pentagon.

Victor just smiled, “Standard diplomatic rhetoric.”

Bramo was anxious, “Bro-in-law, our goal is to eliminate Arican hegemony and build a peaceful society. This… you haven’t forgotten, right?”

“Of course! Rest assured, whatever Illinois needs, we can aid you. We are preparing to expand the Ren Lian conference to include you. Rest assured, xico won’t abandon its allies.”

Hearing his assurance, Bramo breathed a sigh of relief and hung up the call.

And Victor just shook his head lightly. Still too naive, believing everything…

Relatives?

Wasn’t World War I just a bunch of relatives fighting among themselves?

The national interest is above everything else!

Later, calls ca from independent Texas, Louisiana, Arkansas, etc., and Victor brushed them off “diligently,” saying, don’t be afraid to go ahead!

I will surely support you all from behind.

Really full of cunning and deceit.

And in a private building of the Pentagon.

This place was set up to look like a hospital. Norman Schwarzkopf didn’t trust outward hospitals, fearing assassination, so he had an internal hospital here.

Cadres of the “Golden Knights” were also here for check-ups and treatnt.

At this mont, in the north-facing south hospital room, Norman Schwarzkopf looked a bit pale, his eye bags were dark and large, and he seed much more haggard…

He was quietly watching Kennedy’s interview on television. When he heard himself being called a “respectable” opponent, he subconsciously felt a flutter. When he later heard him say, “Aricans misunderstood him, he is the true patriot,” the old man couldn’t help but cry!

This startled his wife, who was caring for him beside him. She hurriedly stood up, nervously asking, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, nothing. I was just touched that the person who understands you the most is your enemy.” Norman Schwarzkopf wiped his tears.

He felt wronged too!

He was the last one who wanted a civil war in Arica, but who knew so many things would spin out of his control.

His wife stood silent beside him, adjusting his blanket, and said hesitantly, “Why don’t you resign.”

“Nonsense!”

Norman Schwarzkopf snapped, furrowing his brow. His wife was taken aback and imdiately sat down in grievance, “I’m just worried. The dark web has people wanting to kill you and our whole family. You go to bed later than a dog and wake up earlier than a cow. The doctor said you’re under a lot of stress. If you continue like this, you’ll break.”

Seeing her like this, he felt a bit hurt, his tone softened, “You know if I hand in my resignation, I’ll quickly be dead.”

“I cannot back down now. They’re pushing forward. Everyone in the organization wants to get rich and promoted, and they recognize as their leader. But if I don’t do it, they’ll beco like beasts, rushing up to tear our family apart.”

His wife shuddered at his words.

Norman Schwarzkopf gritted his teeth, his face flushed, “So, I can’t fall, and I can’t fail. I… still want to protect you.”

His wife, Brenda Hersinger, looked up at her husband, holding his hand gently.

Those words resembled so much thirty years ago. Back then, after returning from the Vietnam War and already serving as an associate professor at West Point University, Norman Schwarzkopf t a stewardess from New York Universal Airlines. This was a girl with a pair of deep brown eyes, tall and beautiful, who is now his wife.

In June 1968, they held their wedding ceremony in the famous chapel at West Point Military Academy. At that ti, Brenda Hersinger also clearly rembered her husband kissing her and holding her hand, saying, “I will protect you.”

Just like today, always standing in front of her.

Norman Schwarzkopf got up from the bed, and Brenda Hersinger was startled, “You’re not well yet, the doctor told you to rest more.”

“Don’t worry, I am a warrior, and a small obstacle will never defeat . Help with my clothes. I feel I can continue working.”

He said as he looked at Kennedy on the television, squinting, “The sudden goodwill from the xicans is like a sesa-covered flatbread. He’s waiting for to bite, and I know, at this ti, I have no choice but to bite.”

“It’s ti to negotiate with them.”

Brenda Hersinger looked at her husband, a bit astonished. She knew he was a stubborn old man who would never bow down in his lifeti.

“People always have to compromise, don’t they?”

Norman Schwarzkopf chuckled softly.

…