Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 981: 510: Charm of Personality Comes from Respect Ev

Chapter 981: Chapter 510: Charm of Personality Cos from Respect Every Ti!

Old Bush is dead!

According to insiders, he was assassinated by a killer disguised as a nurse.

This news shocked the United States and stunned the world!

While xico next door is bustling, the United States is shrouded in gloom…

Every ti Victor wants to make a big move, sothing happens here!

Anyway, it’s quite eventful, and even that night, the notorious muckraker dia, Voice of Arica, invited a so-called “Indigenous Wizard” to explain on air, using theology, why the United States has been so unfortunate lately.

“Victor is a mass of resentnt. He represents the unavenged dead, here to settle scores from the past!”

Goodness, is Victor the reincarnation of Indigenous people, here in this life to collect debts?

Well, wouldn’t you know…

Many Aricans really buy into this. If it’s not because of Victor, then is it because of ?

Exactly, it’s all his fault!

The dostic “Extre White” organizations, the Klan, which were already dissatisfied with Victor, began to beat up minority ethnic groups around the world and even took the “Italian” flag and burned it…

Uh, it is indeed similar to the xican tricolor flag.

It seems like there are hands stirring up anti-xican sentint.

June 30th.

The first conference of the “Human Progress and Innovation Convention Organization” was held in xico City.

A total of 22 countries participated—apart from the definitive 11 mber states and organizations, the remaining ten were listed as observer states.

But none are significant, just so small countries from the African and Latin Arican regions.

To put it harshly…

Maybe they’re just here begging.

In the law of the jungle, the lion fights in the forefront for food, and there always have to be a few baboons clapping on the sidelines. You’re not hoping they have great skills, just that they can make noise.

However, the biggest highlight of the conference is.

“mber states and organizations have announced that drug trafficking, organ smuggling, and human trafficking are punishable by death in the 11 countries!”

“And they announced the establishnt of the Human Progress and Innovation Convention Organization’s International Forces Departnt, which will use force to combat these cris. xico and Cuba will each send 3,000 people, while the remaining mber states each send 500 people, to carry out law enforcent actions in regions like Guatemala and Afghanistan!”

This adds up to nearly 15,000 troops!

Isn’t this basically a Peacekeeping Force?

Moreover, with independent counterattack rights, unlike the United Nations troops that only take a beating, these guys are here for law enforcent, a different kind of garrison. What if they join the Guatemalan revolutionaries and beat the Governnt Forces?

Tsk tsk tsk…

Victor sure knows how to play.

“The Human Progress and Innovation Convention Organization is replacing the United Nations!”

“Interfering in other countries’ dostic affairs under the guise of anti-drug efforts!”

“Fangs from xico begin to show their ferocity.”

“Future of the world is a confrontation between Ren Lian and NATO, footsteps of war are approaching!”

“Human Progress and Innovation Convention Organization, a new ard group!!”

Various eye-catching headlines erge on newspapers and publications across different countries, thrusting this tongue-twisting Human Progress and Innovation Convention Organization into the global spotlight.

But Victor had no ti to care about the external “turmoil” directed at him. He was busy… welcoming representatives of relatives of martyrs and disabled soldiers who were invited.

In the Congress Hall of the National Palace, dozens of tables were set up, with staff bustling around, ensuring the placent of chairs was neat and respectful.

Squeak~

The door to the Congress Hall opened, and Victor appeared with a smile on his face, holding a child in his arms, while beside him, people like Casare also carried similar expressions. Around them gathered many elders and children, looking sowhat awkward about where to step.

“Sit down freely, today is a family gathering.”

Victor glanced at Casare, who instantly understood, smiling so broadly his cheeks looked round, appearing comical but friendly, and spoke warmly, “Co on, young gentlen, co with .”

Cuauhtémoc also smilingly beckoned.

Defense Minister Kennedy, Air Force Deputy Commander Manfred von Richthofen, Deputy Chief of Staff Edward Fitz Bloomburg, and others were there too, accompanying the guests.

These people… well, they look relatively “mild.”

You can’t very well invite the Thirteen Protectors’ George Smiley, with that imposing look. His narrowed eyes alone could frighten a crowd.

“Belsaria, sit with at the front,” Victor said softly to his fiancee, reaching out to squeeze her hand.

“Okay.”

The little girl in Victor’s arms, with lively eyes, spoke, “Dad, is she your wife?”

“Hahaha, yes, little Ruiwa, isn’t she beautiful.”

Ruiwa nodded vigorously, her head nearly shaking off, “She’s gorgeous, like a princess straight out of a fairy tale.”

This made Belsaria laugh uncontrollably, relieving much of her inner discomfort.

Once everyone was seated, they seed quite tense, not knowing where to place their hands.

They all ca from poverty-stricken families, when had they ever visited such places?

“Everyone, don’t say anything yet, eat first, let’s talk after you’ve all eaten your fill,” Victor shouted with his hand raised, while Belsaria scraped a piece of Squirrel Fish onto Ruiwa and other children’s rice bowls.

She already looked like a “First Lady.”

The dishes on this table included xican, Cuban, and Chinese cuisine, the chefs were invited from their respective regions due to a lack.

“Mum, it tastes great,” Ruiwa chewed a piece of Squirrel Fish, swinging her little legs vigorously, very delighted, and said to her family beside her, “You should try it too.”