Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 930: 488: I Just Want to Be a Good Person

Chapter 930: Chapter 488: I Just Want to Be a Good Person.

“From now on, this will be your office. If you need anything, you can dial extension 008 on the landline to reach the logistics departnt. This phone is directly connected to the General’s office.”

Victor’s secretary, Traudl Junge, pointed at several phones on the desk as she spoke.

Angel Urenia glanced around. The space was approximately 60 square ters, with a 40-square-ter workspace and a 20-square-ter lounge.

It was equipped with a computer, air conditioning, and a bookshelf filled with classic world literature. The walls were adorned with the xican flag.

He was certainly satisfied.

This office was almost twice the size of Clinton’s presidential office.

“Oh, by the way, in the senior official villa area at the back of the National Palace, Villa No. 23 is yours. The staff is currently cleaning it. I’ll give you the key first. The Special Service has assigned you a dedicated car, driver, and bodyguard. If you need to recruit your own staff, it has to go through the Internal Affairs Bureau for approval.”

As she spoke, Traudl Junge pulled out a key and handed it to him.

“xico… even provides villas?”

Angel was genuinely surprised.

“I thought GC ideology mandated that everything be nationalized.”

Traudl Junge raised an eyebrow at his comnt and replied in a scholarly tone, “Ideology is never dogmatic. xico has its own national circumstances. Rest assured, sir, your villa is still state-owned property.”

Angel Urenia let out an embarrassed chuckle.

Victor also understood that, no matter the ideology, complete anarchy was impossible. Humans themselves are inherently “selfish” beings.

They form cliques and factions, and they compete with each other. You have to let the vested beneficiaries who follow your lead feel a slight sense of distinction.

Otherwise…

Relying solely on faith to work?

Of course, such people exist, but unfortunately, xico doesn’t have them.

*Cough, cough, cough…*

Of course, it’s all for professional needs.

After Traudl Junge left the office, Angel sank into the soft chair. Turning his head, he noticed the large floor-to-ceiling window behind him, offering a panoramic view of half of xico City.

His gaze was dark and manic.

Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw the unpeaceful expressions of his wife and child in death.

“Clinton, I’m here.”

anwhile, in the General’s office upstairs…

Casare was still ranting, “Boss, putting soone in such an important position when he’s an Arican—if he harbors any ulterior motives, it could cost us greatly.”

Victor gestured for him to calm down by lowering his hand. “The flaw lies in Arica’s system, not its people. We can’t alienate all Aricans. If anyone is willing to join us, we must offer them unconditional trust.”

“As for betrayal?”

Victor paused for a mont, then looked toward the xico News Bureau Director sitting nearby—Augustine Przybylski. “If his wife and children were slaughtered, and he can still stay here as a mole, then I have nothing more to say.”

After all, Liu Bang-style talent is rare, which is why he’s regarded as Han Tai Zu.

Casare hesitated to refute him. Yet, on second thought, he didn’t know what to say to argue back.

“Relax, he’s a lone wolf, surrounded by our people above and below. If there’s even a slight sign of trouble, we can crush him right away. That’s easy enough, isn’t it? One grasshopper can’t stir up much chaos. Though I’m curious about this human experintation he ntioned—do we have intel on that?”

He turned to Augustine Przybylski as he spoke.

Augustine imdiately stood up.

“No, stay seated and discuss.”

Augustine sat up straight, frowning. “We do, but we lack concrete evidence. For example, the ‘Tuskegee Syphilis Experint’ targeting African-descended subjects, as well as experints conducted in Botswana. However, we have no substantial proof. What we do know is that Aricans have set up nurous labs worldwide.”

“Typical Aricans—just like the Japanese, absolute mongrels!”

Casare ground his teeth beside him.

Victor cast a glance at him. This guy had a hint of racism.

Still, it was a minor issue.

Victor shared that tendency as well.

“Once Angel finishes writing his article, use public opinion to spread it. By the way, doesn’t the xican TV station have a variety show? What’s it called again?”

“‘Into Arica,'” Casare answered from the side.

“Yes, have him appear in the next episode!”

“We need to set the stage for our new friend. After that, it’s up to him to perform.”

‘Into Arica’ was a highly popular program, with approximately 16 million viewers throughout xico…

Started in 1991 at Tijuana Television Station, its the was to break Arica’s myths.

Including…

Arica’s so-called universal healthcare requiring appointnts—if you have a heart condition, you’ll likely reincarnate before getting your appointnt.

Also, widespread racial discrimination contributing to poor public safety, police brutality, and so on.

It was arguably the world’s first “variety show” specifically aid at debunking Arica’s image.

Later, when the Northern Army entered xico City and Victor gained legitimacy, the show transitioned from a local station to the national network, skyrocketing its viewership.

Casare responded affirmatively with a simple acknowledgnt.

Victor leaned back slightly in his chair, squinting. After a pause, he suddenly said:

“What do you think about us conducting virus research?”

Before anyone could answer, he shook his head. “No, no, no, we’re different from the United States. Our research would be for the sake of humanity’s health and civilization—strictly lawful research.”

Lawful according to what law?

You’ll know once I sign it.

With that thought, all moral obstacles vanished.

Casare and Augustine Przybylski exchanged glances.

The boss was determined not to lose out.

If the enemy initiated a biological warfare attack, would Victor hesitate to retaliate with strikes on dense population centers like Washington or San Francisco? Having studied what Arica does, he’s willing to go toe-to-toe—right to mutual destruction.