Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 357 - 279: Isn’t it just money? Me, Victor, all I ha

Rivera’s "one hundred thousand US Dollar" request was quickly approved.

It’s just money, right?

A convincing face drawn on a piece of worthless paper.

What the Governor’s Mansion cared about was how many people were still hiding in their own domain.

Spies...

Without evidence, it’s tough to believe that a pancake stall guy by the roadside is actually an agent, uh... especially those who claim they’ve been at it for seven or eight years but lack the skills. It’s obvious there’s sothing fishy.

Smack~

A black bag was thrown beside Rivera, and the other party couldn’t wait to open it. He bead with joy when he saw Franklin’s ugly mug inside!

He happily kissed it without any regard for the glances of people around him.

"Can you tell us the intelligence now?"

"Of course!" Rivera laughed and nodded, handing over the prepared docunts. The recipient was the Deputy Director of the news agency, Augustine Przybylski. He took a look and hardened his expression, "Are you sure?!"

"Absolutely!"

Rivera laughed out loud, "Tijuana seems calm on the surface, but there are lots of fish ready to stir the waters below!"

Augustine Przybylski frowned.

Mainly because the list he provided had too many people.

Italy...

Spain...

France...

Germany...

Damn! With 45 countries and regions in Europe, at least 30 are operating on the Governor’s territory, plus North Arica, South Arica, and so countries in Asia!

Without knowing better, you’d think this is the center of the world.

"These people cooperate with each other, and their goal is to subvert Victor’s regi!" Rivera said.

"Why? I don’t rember us offending them."

Rivera spoke with deep implication, "They don’t want another powerful ally for the United States, and Europe has a longing for freedom."

How does the saying go?

Although we bow in respect, in our hearts we do not!

"Thank you." Augustine Przybylski nodded, looking at Rivera, "Do you still want to get rich?"

The latter looked at him.

"Work for us, and we’ll make sure your rank in the Italian intelligence agency is elevated, helping you climb up. You don’t want to remain a charging foot soldier forever, do you?" said Augustine Przybylski with a smile, "The higher up you go, the more confidential the intelligence we expect, and the higher the price we’ll pay."

"You don’t have to worry about being betrayed; we’ll take care of anyone in the know to ensure you are cleaner than anyone else right now."

Rivera hesitated, a bit uncertain, "But I’m the only one left from the Army Intelligence Agency in Tijuana; they will suspect sothing."

"Don’t worry, leave it all to us!" Augustine Przybylski asserted, patting his shoulder.

"Really, will it be a lot?"

See, for money, he’s willing to do anything.

If he’s reluctant, it just ans the price hasn’t been high enough.

During the Soviet-Arican power struggle, many defected, like the famous Major General Koschelev. He was the deputy commander of the 16th Air Army, and the Aricans promised him 100 million US Dollars.

He surrendered on the spot.

So, with enough money offered, few can resist corruption.

Oh right, Major General Koschelev was stabbed over 20 tis and died tragically in the bathroom of his Arican mansion in 1985.

That was one of the Soviet’s thods of revenge!

But it failed to deter others; those who were going to defect would still defect.

Deputy Director of the news agency Augustine Przybylski looked at the other person and said, "How about 500,000 US Dollars a year?"

"Deal!"

...

"This little canister contains uranium-238?" Casare looked at the canister in his hands, his eyes almost shrunk to pinpoints, and he even shook it vigorously.

Best hurried to hold him down, "Dude! Don’t move it around carelessly. If this breaks, I swear, your bones will still be glowing when you die."

Upon hearing this, Casare recoiled.

Forget it, better leave it to the boss. Such a great man like the boss, his body should be preserved in a museum after he dies. It’s sure to look particularly good glowing.

Victor: Thank you!

"I’ve already contacted the boss about this, he’s put fully in charge. When the ti cos, we just hand it over to the Aricans; this thing is a ticking ti bomb, better off hurting in their hands," said Casare.

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Italians want to explode!

Aricans want to explode!

The provoked Soviets in the Soviet region also had to explode.

This is the misery of being an underling, but Victor knew who the world belonged to in the future, so he was quite "hard-headed," stubbornly sticking with the Aricans.

However, after the collapse of the Northern Empire, the then dominant United States would quickly rot away. With no external foes left, who could it fight?

You could call him bad, but you couldn’t call him weak.

History has shown that when an empire is in full bloom, it begins to crumble from within, and power struggles beco rampant.

The United States won’t escape this historical cycle either.

xico must endure, Victor must endure!

The dawn will eventually belong to "Victor I."

"Alright!" Best agreed to his plan without any hesitation.

Casare set the tube aside, crossed his arms, and looked at him, "We haven’t seen each other properly in a long ti. You should rest well in Tijuana for a few days; there’s no need to run around. Stay in the north, and you can send soone else for any business that cos up."

He leaned forward as he spoke, "In the Sierra Madre Mountains and the Sonora Desert, the boss has opened a military factory to produce weapons, ammunition, and NATO standard firearms. When the ti cos for export, we need soone to manage it. I plan to send you."