Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 933: 489: What do you want? What are you looking at!

Chapter 933: Chapter 489: What do you want? What are you looking at!

“Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!!”

In the President’s office of the White House, Clinton stared wide-eyed, collapsing into the boss chair, his suit in disarray, a sweat-drenched head.

On the desk in front of him lay a newspaper.

“xico Vanguard,” with the front-page headline: “Clinton, the US President Hiding in the Sewers!”

The entire article was full of scandalous things. If it were just this, he wouldn’t be angry, he could even use legal ans to defend his right to a reputation.

But…

The interviewee was Angel Urenia, and the reporter thoughtfully labeled his forr identity, just in case the audience didn’t know who he was.

This sold out completely!

In just one day, the sales reached as high as 700,000 copies!

Breaking through the traditional dia, other xican dia hurried to catch up, but by then they could only grab scraps.

anwhile, journalists in the neighboring United States also shared the story…

Apart from that, TV news and entertainnt tabloids joined in, and in an instant…

Fua Visbrooke’s na resounded across the land.

In just two days.

It’s said that the national TV station in Cuba had started broadcasting it.

Originally, Clinton had barely stabilized his position by playing the emotional card after his wife was killed in an explosion, but now he was teetering again.

He lost control of himself, roaring like a madman in the office…

Richie Miller, the Director of the Special Service, looked at him with a complex expression.

He was in pain…

In fact, Angel being alive was partly his doing, secretly protecting from the shadows, otherwise, wasn’t it easy to kill soone without power or influence?

His relationship with Angel was also very good, but sotis… reality is so frustrating.

“Get soone to take them out, Richie!”

“Angel Urenia is a traitor, he betrayed the United States…”

Hearing this, Richie Miller couldn’t help but open his mouth, “Sir, he didn’t betray Ar…”

“He betrayed !”

“I am the United States, I am the governnt!”

Before Richie Miller could finish, Clinton suddenly interrupted him, shouting angrily.

The Director of the Special Service looked at him in shock…

He had known him for over ten years, always with an elegant appearance. Of course, he’d seen him angry, but never so hysterical, like…

A maddened rabid dog.

This taphor flashed through his mind.

Clinton pounded on the table with force, his eyes bloodshot, panting heavily, “Get soone to take them both out for , CIA or FBI…”

Richie Miller seed to be provoking him, saying, “Both departnts suffered major setbacks in xico, I fear they temporarily lack the capacity…”

“Then find soone from the black market, 1 million? 2 million? 5 million!”

“I refuse to believe money can’t solve this.”

“Sir, calm down…”

“I can’t calm down!”

Clinton circled around the desk, standing directly in front of Richie Miller, a crazed look in his eyes, “I struggled for decades to reach this position, I can’t lose, if I lose, I have nothing left, I haven’t even made money for the capitalists. If I’m gone, will they let go?”

“I will suddenly fall ill tomorrow!”

As he spoke, he seed scared, actually… actually started to cry.

This left Richie Miller sowhat at a loss.

Clinton grabbed his hand, “Help , Richie, right now I only have you, help , based on our long relationship, help , help .”

Crying and snotting.

In the past, Richie Miller might have felt so guilt, but ever since abandoning Angel, his feelings towards Clinton were only fear…

Friend?

Companion?

Even a lover?

They were all dispensable to him.

If he could abandon them, what about the ti when he might abandon himself?

If I help you find soone to take him out, if it fails, or things blow up, won’t you just push out?

So things, once done, people rember them!

Richie Miller wasn’t a fool, he withdrew his hand, looked into Clinton’s eyes, and shook his head, “The Special Service has so work, I have to go first, calm down, sir, God will bless you.”

He finished, and left the office amidst the other’s shocked and angry gaze.

Oh, and he didn’t forget to close the door on his way out.

Clinton was so angry… trembling, he grabbed the docunts on the desk and threw them on the ground, trying to flip the table, but it was heavy, how could he muster such strength…

All strength used on the intern.

“Bastard! Bastard!!”

He roared in the office, trembling as he climbed up, no, he couldn’t just give up, he needed to find soone to clarify, these were all slanders.

He wanted to make a call, but looking at the broken phone line, he angrily stomped the phone with his foot, cursing loudly.

Suddenly…

His pupils shrank, his whole body starting to break into a cold sweat, trembling all over.

Clinton tremblingly pulled open the drawer, and at the very bottom layer was a paper bag package, showing a lion stepping on both sides of the earth, but unlike the “Double Lion Stepping on Earth” from the Golden Triangle, it was colorful, and the lion had wings.

Beside it were the words: “Hell No.2!”

Ye Zhenli’s damn new drug creation, No.1 circulated globally, while No.2 targeted chiefly the wealthy and powerful.

Since the US-xico War started, this guy initially wanted to cause trouble too, but…

The soldiers he found couldn’t beat the local National Guard, instead almost got annihilated. No matter how arrogant Ye Zhenli was, you’re just holding a rifle, while they have already installed small rapid-fire cannons on Humvees.