Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 431 - 301: If You Don’t Learn Math Well, You Won’t Know When You’re Being Cheated!_3

So, in fact, Victor had offended many classes in the United States, sucking blood while lying on Mexico.

They like to keep dogs, but that doesn’t mean the dogs can bark at them, Victor was like a dog trying to break free!

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"It seems our crisis is coming!"

Victor squinted, looking at Kennedy, Jason Bourne, and Horatio Herbert Kitchener in front of him and said, "The road to freedom is never smooth, but no one should expect us to bow down!"

"I’ve decided to initiate the Zeus Project!"

Jason Bourne and Kennedy gasped, while Horatio Herbert Kitchener was confused; he had risen too fast, from a battalion commander to the Chief of Staff of the army group in just a few months, and he didn’t understand many plans.

"In the meantime, the drug enforcement operations do not stop!"

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, General!"

Victor nodded and walked out of the command room; Jason Bourne watched them and then followed.

"General, what is the Zeus Project?" Erich Ludendorff couldn’t help but ask, posing the question that all the staff were curious about.

Kennedy glanced at them, "Officers below the rank of colonel can get back to their tasks."

Although they wanted to listen, when the boss spoke, the other junior staff could only walk out slowly.

"Move faster! Do I need to throw you out?" Erich Ludendorff yelled behind them, and the staff ran out quickly; obviously, his presence was quite commanding.

Only three or four people were left in the command center.

Kennedy lit a cigarette for himself, leisurely. Ludendorff, though irritable, didn’t dare to shout at him—believe it or not, General Victor might send you to watch the lighthouse on Scobetoni Island.

This island was several hundred nautical miles south of Guadalupe Island.

As he finished his cigarette, Kennedy said, "The Zeus Project involves deploying R-14 medium-range missiles at the border, targeting the interior of the United States!"

Horatio Herbert Kitchener and Ludendorff were truly taken aback, and given that the US-Mexico Border was so closely interconnected, if Victor really dared, damn! Would the Americans still have room for temper?

Mexico was too close to the United States, but likewise, the United States was not far from Mexico; would the R-14 reach Washington?

Would the Americans dare to gamble?

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Surely, the R-14 was not slacking on nuclear warheads, but even with just regular conventional warheads, the Americans wouldn’t gamble. Once fired, well, migrate then...

The Zeus Project, also known as the Seed-Shedding Project.

Let’s see who dares to be desperate!

"Of course, this is in case we completely fall out with the Americans, which we haven’t yet, but trust in American morals is less reliable than trusting our own caliber, we may not launch, but we can’t be without, am I right?" Kennedy said solemnly.

"If we launch it, a world war could ensue," Ludendorff clicked his tongue twice.

"If this world allows the existence of drug traffickers and permits their expansion, then it’s not necessary for such a world to exist anymore," Kennedy said indifferently.

Tired, let’s destroy it, die together!

Many in the Northern Mexican Army were not right mentally; Ludendorff felt he had been with them for too long and was starting to split mentally.

However...

Having such a boss at least meant not being aggrieved.

I gave you a chance, and you still cursed me, so let’s die together!

The two countries were too close...

"This matter must not be disclosed, remember."

"Understood!"

...

Lobelia Gault was furious!

As a secretary in the White House, not to mention being a public figure, at least who around her didn’t show respect?

Victor, on the other hand, had her resign, otherwise gang raped her?

"You’re coming at me?"

"I’m supposed to be scared of you?"

She didn’t take it seriously at all, only adding her emotion to the response she was drafting to the president, thinking Governor Victor no longer had the respect and reverence for the United States that he once had.

After finishing her work, she got into her Mercedes-Benz and went clubbing, completely disregarding Victor’s warning.

She was American!

At ten o’clock at night, she and her best friend just left the club after dancing, and a black man was bouncing in front of her, flipping over, making them both laugh.

The black man was thrilled—they were going to have a threesome tonight!

"Look, I can also do Michael’s moonwalk," he said to the woman, just about to flaunt his moves when suddenly, he heard a scream and a massive impact knocked him four or five meters away...

His feet dangling, he turned his head in panic and saw four or five burly men jump out of a van and pull the two women inside; Lobelia Gault struggled and was met with a slap!

Bang!

The black man was knocked into the landscaping...

"Drive, drive!" the man in the passenger seat shouted to the driver, and the van roared and sped away.

"Did you hit something just now?"

The driver, with a cigarette in his mouth and bloodshot eyes, shook his head, "No, must have been a dog."

The man playing the kidnapper in the passenger seat nodded, frowning, "Can you drink less?"

"I can’t drive without some booze," the driver said with a laugh, "Don’t worry, I’ve been driving for decades... Holy shit!" He jerked the steering wheel to avoid an oncoming car, rolled down the window, and cursed, "Fuck! Don’t you know how to drive? Can’t you yield to the car going the wrong way?"

The kidnapper in the passenger seat and the one in the back both looked distressed.

This guy...

So unreliable.

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"Don’t kill us, don’t kill us! We’ll give you money," her best friend said, her body trembling.

Lobelia Gault, however, was much calmer, "Whatever you want, we can give it to you!"

The man in the passenger seat turned around, "We want respect, ma’am!"

Lobelia Gault: ????

"Your tone this afternoon was very impolite..."

The woman suddenly opened her eyes wide, "You’re Vi—"

"Shush!" The man put his hand over his mouth, and the kidnapper next to Lobelia Gault covered her mouth and promptly knocked her out.

"Boss, what do we do?"

"Dump her in the slums tonight!"

The slums in the United States... Even clowns have to claim they’re good people here; a decent-looking woman passed out on the street, what do you think will happen at night?

Guaranteed to leave her with nothing!

"And what about this one?" the kidnapper pointed at her best friend.

"Are you going to call the police?" the man in the passenger seat asked with a smile.

The best friend shook her head vigorously, fear evident in her eyes, tears streaming down her face, pleading—any ordinary person would have been moved.

But...

"She’s lying! Throw her into the Wallace River. Liars must die!" The faces of those involved suddenly changed!

The best friend tried to resist, but the kidnapper next to her tightened his grip, twisted her neck, and with a snap, broke her neck!

Her eyes wide open, she died with a look of disbelief.

"It’s dangerous to go clubbing so late at night," the leader in the passenger seat sneered, rolling down the van window and throwing out his cigarette, which spun more than 700 degrees in the air, falling from the bridge into the river, where it was suddenly snatched and swallowed by a fish.

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