Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 488 - 324: War Is But a Business!

Spaniards hit the beach?!!!

The news first appeared in the "Catalonia Newspaper" in Spain, then quickly spread.

Many people felt the thrill of drinking a glass of ice water in the midst of a scorching sumr.

Victor had gained too much notoriety; many were already displeased with him, with envy being the most important factor—he had reached such heights of power at the age of 30, controlling the life and death of tens of millions.

How were those who had muddled through life supposed to feel?

Envy, greed, selfishness—they’re all "traditional virtues" of humanity.

Especially the CIA in xico and MI6, both having suffered "hardships," were even more enthusiastic to send "congratulations" to the Spanish intelligence agencies.

Ah, you’re now our role model, don’t let us down, cheer up, you old man!

Spanish National Intelligence Centre: "What?"

They themselves were quite confused.

An intelligence agency spokesperson even openly criticized the military fools for not changing their muscle-headed ways.

Then…

He was fired.

At the intelligence center in Madrid, a sign with the acronym CNI hung outside, above which sat a globe, symbolizing an ear to the world’s voices.

Philip Andrew furrowed his brows, his physique robust, more befitting a soldier, which he indeed was—a veteran of the Franco era. He was also a staunch "Royalist." To put it simply, he was related by blood to the current King, Juan Carlos I.

"What do the military folks want to do, invade xico? Do they still think it’s the 17th century? The assistance we can offer is totally limited!" He put down the report and looked at the unwelco visitor, Alfonso Davies.

Here was Juan Carlos I’s "teacher," also an aide during Franco’s ti.

Despite his age—World War II ended just 46 years ago, making Alfonso Davies 70—he chuckled at Philip Andrew’s complaint, his age spots trembling as he tried to seem approachable. Yet his voice grated like a saw, "Our King is still young."

Young implied vigor but also… foolishness and presumptuousness!

"I can’t guarantee the xicans won’t go to war; after all, there’s no reasoning with that tyrant. Perhaps by the ti our troops arrive, Brigadier General Rudy Fernandez will have beco fish excrent!" The Director of the Intelligence Bureau was always blunt and straightforward.

He had clashed with the xican Intelligence Bureau. Let’s just say…

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The compensation payouts were substantial.

Recently, it had been a tight squeeze. Nearly 20 elite operatives had died in North Arica; even a senior staff mber had quit, allegedly "joining" the other side.

What now?

So, Philip Andrew didn’t think it was a good idea to fall out with Victor at this ti.

You still want xico back?

But His Majesty the King wanted to save face, still young, always imagining he was third only to Heaven and Earth.

Alfonso Davies, the aide, gave a soft cough, "Let the drug traffickers figure it out. There are many opposition groups in xico—if they hold their ground, we can secure external forces and fully reclaim the islands for Spain."

Philip Andrew took a deep breath, "I hope arrogance isn’t blinding you."

"Spain will be great again," Alfonso Davies said with a smile, picking up his cane and limping away.

Oh, his leg had been wounded by a bomb during World War II.

As he reached the door, Alfonso Davies paused and turned back, "Perhaps you too curse our decisions in your heart, but, Andrew, our ti is running out. The Soviet bear is about to collapse; the world order will change. Do you think the Yanks are easy to deal with? If we’re not strong enough, they’ll bleed us dry in the coming days!"

"We can only ride the montum of Victor to set sail anew."

"And if it fails?" Philip Andrew asked gravely.

Alfonso Davies raised his hand, "Then eliminate , a relic of the old era!"

After saying this, he left resolutely, his limp pronounced.

The sunshine outside cast his hunched figure in an "eye-catching" glow.

The world is a survival of the fittest.

Everyone is seeking to survive in the cracks!

Between nations, like the animals of the Amazon Forest, Victor might seem despicable, but he was also the best "prey."

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Hearing about Spain’s shenanigans, Victor imdiately felt annoyed.

What to do when annoyed?

Damn it!

Since when did Spain have the gall to fondle the tail of a tiger?

Just as he was preparing to bombard them first, Minister of Propaganda Goebbels held him back.

He thought this was a good opportunity to heighten the citizens’ sense of patriotism and also solve the conscription issue.

True to his reputation as a master of public opinion, he first thought of profiting from the situation. Such a man, even without clinging to the governnt—but going into business for himself—would surely be worth a fortune in the future.

After Victor nodded in agreent, the propaganda machine under Goebbels’ well-trained managent instantly sprang into action.

A docuntary called "The History of xican Resistance" appeared out of nowhere: 69 minutes in total, with 45 minutes on the history of Spain’s colonization of xico, 3 minutes on the US-xico conflict, and the rest on Victor.

"Under the guidance of Governor Victor, xicans will overco drugs, achieve one victory after another, and enjoy life in peace and stability. No one will dare to bully or oppress us ever again!"