Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 719 - 407: I am a Relative by Marriage! _2

"Our officer has arrived. Oh, my god, look how shiny his boots are, this guy must be a strict officer!" The previously outspoken soldier couldn't help but speak again.

The Colonel walked up to the rookies, looking at the fresh blood in front of him, nodding with satisfaction.

"Brothers!"

"I'm glad you joined the 179th Regiment!"

"I am your commander."

"My name is…"

"Otto Moritz Walter Model!"

"Our motto is: Charge! Charge! Charge!!!"

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In the office of the National Palace.

Bramo Rumsfeld sat on the couch, somewhat uneasy, with furrowed brows, and the tea and pastries laid out in front had been untouched.

He still didn't understand...

Why did his old man send him to Mexico and even said...

"Talk more with your brother-in-law, take more of his advice."

He's no fool; otherwise, he wouldn't become the mayor of Hampton, Virginia, and could even be running for governor...

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But he didn't understand, the Rumsfelds entwined with Mexico?

Isn't that treason?!

He raised his concerns, but his father replied, "We were once Germans."

That left him completely confused.

Bramo Rumsfeld sighed deeply and downed his tea that was nearly cold; the taste was truly peculiar.

At that moment, Victor walked in, apologizing from a distance, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Bramo, I was just busy."

Then he embraced the other man.

Bramo Rumsfeld raised an eyelid, looking at this man around his age, feeling the "aura" around him becoming increasingly oppressive.

He knew this was the pressure that came with power.

They say courage makes a man, money bolsters his back, without which, where would one find a wife?

Bramo Rumsfeld had seen him once, back then, he was just a Northern Warlord making waves, but now... tsk tsk, it's different, even he could not avoid feeling uneasy and tense.

It is said that he now commands an army of 200,000?

And possesses missiles, aircraft, etc.

In Mexico, besides the Southern drug traffickers, he's also influential?

It seems...

Having such a brother-in-law might not be too bad.

"Have a seat," Victor said with a smile, gesturing to the couch. "Make yourself at home in Mexico, no need to be too formal."

Bramo's eyelids twitched as he nodded vigorously, turning to Casare, who promptly got the hint and smiled, "I'll go get busy, General."

"Sure, go ahead."

Fat Casare nodded with a smile to the guest and closed the door behind him as he left, leaving the two men alone in the office, allowing for more open conversation.

"My father sent me..."

Snap~

Victor lit up a cigarette, leaned back, and said, "It seems Mr. Rumsfeld has agreed to my proposal."

Bramo shook his head with furrowed eyebrows, "I'm not familiar with the specifics."

Seeing the other person's reaction, Victor's interest in teasing was piqued, "He plans on having me become the President of the United States."

The atmosphere in the office suddenly became awkward.

It was as if crows were flying overhead, cawing loudly.

"I'm not an idiot, Mr. Victor."

"It looks like all the sense of humor in the Rumsfeld family went to Belsaria, you're no fun at all."

Victor shook his head, tapping the ash from his cigarette into an ashtray that was gold-plated on both sides and had one more corner than a jade seal.

"I help the Rumsfeld Family climb to the peak of power in the United States, and safeguard your position; you marry Belsaria to me, and in addition, I can help you eliminate some unnecessary troubles."

"Such as..."

"Miles, who is competing with you for Governor of Virginia, even though he is a scion of the Adams family."

Bramo took a breath, "What... do you mean?"

"Physical elimination or psychological destruction? It's all up to you. We've already got a handle on the scandals of Miles Adams; he once sexually assaulted three girls at a party, and most importantly, he has a serious exhibitionist streak. We have his videos of him whipping out his thing in random places, jerking off."

Such wild...

News!

Bramo was stunned, his opponent on stage, who had been attacking him, actually had such "unlimited potential" for a scandal.

"All of Mexico's power can help you and your family!"

"So what do we need to give in return?"

"In the international community, domestically in public opinion, and in the drug enforcement war, align absolutely with us; have The Pentagon issue sharp rebukes against the Southern drug trafficker government, and do not allow the sale of weapons to them."

"You also need to withdraw troops from their territory."

"Furthermore, recognize the First Republic as the legitimate government, and Ukumot as the only legitimate President!"

"Of course, if you agree, we will also appropriately return American enterprises' assets, but if you want to set up factories in Mexico, you still need to cooperate with the government. You can fully leverage this as a political bargaining chip for someone else to do, or do it yourselves, to enhance your family's favor among capitalists."

Bramo Rumsfeld was rather tempted by this.

Victor's actions nearly caused many American companies to go bankrupt, and if he could clinch this deal, oh boy, his reputation would skyrocket.

"My father must have already agreed with you; otherwise, he wouldn't have sent me here." Bramo shook his head helplessly, "You've got a grip on my father's and my lifeline; we simply have no way to refuse."

Victor smiled, "Then here's to our alliance's longevity. Don't worry, nod now, and in three hours, the latest evening news will feature the story of Miles being caught soliciting prostitutes as well as his scandal."

Bramo suddenly realized, it seems this "bastard" had quite a serious infiltration in the United States.

"If I succeed in becoming Governor of Virginia, I will designate Mexico City as a sister city."

"Then congratulations, with my help, there's only one thing you need to do now: plan your inaugural speech and think about how and in what manner you wish to take your position."

"Guarantee your ass will be mighty comfortable!"

The two men laughed together, each with their own schemes.

"So when are you marrying Belsaria?"

"That will have to wait until I propose; you know... she values the ritual."

Bramo pondered for a moment, "She's recently been funding impoverished children."

"Then I'll start a charitable foundation and let her be in charge, global donations. I'm not comfortable with her being in Washington; I'm really worried about her safety, you know, there's been way too many madmen in America lately."

Washington?!

Bramo had an epiphany, suddenly recalling a phone call he got from home saying his sister was nearly murdered by a drug-addicted lawyer. In the end, the person was stabbed to death on the street by an unnamed strong man, dying a gruesome death.

Seems like...

It was Victor's doing!

But he was smart enough not to mention it.

"Then the Rumsfeld family will also invest, we can contribute $300,000 every year to run the charity together."

"Of course, no problem. If the world had more people like us, it would always be filled with love. Unfortunately, money wolves rule the roost. But seeing the Rumsfeld family, I also understand the bad atmosphere in the United States will definitely be changed."

"If one day you really take over the White House, we would be more than happy... to assist you in drug enforcement!"

"The United States also needs a vigorous drug sweep."

"The day will come."

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