Working as a police officer in Mexico

Victor got in the car, and the convoy headed towards New York.

Sitting beside him, Casare looked tense. After some hesitation, he finally spoke up, "Boss, do you really want to challenge the Americans in fighter jet piloting? This..."

It almost seemed like doubt was written all over his face.

Of course, it wasn't rare for presidents in the world to know how to pilot aircraft. Take Bush, for instance, who served in the US Navy during World War II. He was also the youngest pilot in the Pacific Fleet at that time and flew an Avenger Torpedo Bomber.

The key point is that in 1944, his plane was shot down near Japan by Japanese forces, he parachuted into the Pacific Ocean, and was rescued by a US Navy submarine. Old Bush was also quite fortunate to become the sole survivor of his crew.

Perhaps, he was a deserter?

Life, sometimes, is really a matter of luck!

Had he died, would the world's pattern and direction have changed completely?

Victor smiled and felt a craving for a smoke. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it for himself. This action even caught the attention of the United States Secret Service employee driving the car.

"Trust me, Casare. I never lie!"

Casare half-opened his mouth, and finally nodded in agreement.

Victor was confident!

Inside Golden Finger, he indeed found a way to purchase personal skills under the [Skills] - [Flight] category, densely packed with subcategories.

Including fighter jet piloting, armed helicopter piloting, bomber piloting, carrier-based aircraft piloting, and so on, a total of 15 categories.

The complete package only required: 120 million points!

Victor made a sweeping gesture and purchased them all directly. After all, he had plenty of points to spend.

Suddenly, a series of combat terms appeared in his mind—120-degree Cobra maneuver, high angle of attack, rolls, pull-ups, dogfighting, climbing...

He felt as if he had decades of flying experience and that he could pilot an F16 to fire at The Pentagon the next second.

Indeed, a life with cheats is truly living.

Meanwhile, the convoy had entered New York.

Victor even saw a crowd holding signs on the roadside. He initially thought they were welcoming him, but his expression froze upon closer inspection.

The signs boldly read, "DM legal! DM innocent!!"

And some were pulling banners, "Victor is a thug! He's killing ordinary farmers, what's wrong with them growing some DM!"

"Americans seem rather enthusiastic," Casare chuckled nervously.

Victor gave him a glance. If you can't speak properly, you can shut your mouth.

Screech!

An emergency brake and Victor's head slammed into the seat in front, his face twitching with pain. He then saw a woman had stripped off her top, furiously writing on her chest: Tyrant! Tyrant!

She banged on the hood vigorously while the local police came up and dragged her away, cursing under their breath.

Anger surged through Victor.

Damn mutt!

The convoy started again.

The hotel was arranged near the city center at the Wyndham Hotel.

Quite a crowd had already gathered outside. When they saw the convoy, they shouted slogans. It was clear that the left side was friendly, dressed in neat T-shirts with "Drugs are the world's enemy!" written on them.

Victor saw Forest Gan, his little paparazzo in the United States.

He wore a pair of glasses, looking rather scholarly, flag in hand, waving it vigorously. On the opposite side were those opposing Victor.

If it weren't for the police holding them back, a fight would have broken out.

As the car stopped, Victor got out, raised his hand, and waved to the reporters waiting by the roadside, a smile on his face.

But obviously, the opposition wouldn't let him in so easily.

Two skinny young men, like sticks, suddenly rushed in holding banners, but were firmly held back by the police.

The bodyguards quickly protected Victor, watching the surroundings vigilantly.

"You filthy mutt! Scumbag! You're destroying Mexico! DM legal! We demand DM to be legal!"

Already furious, Victor pushed away the bodyguards, and to everyone's surprise, ran over to a blonde young man who was being pinned to the ground and kicked him in the mouth!

He knocked his teeth right out.

But that wasn't enough.

He grabbed the blonde's head and started banging it against the nearby steps, causing his head to bleed profusely.

This scene completely exceeded everyone's understanding.

Casare quickly went over and hugged him, "Boss, boss, stop hitting! This isn't Mexico..."

You go back to Mexico and beat up some drug traffickers when you're unhappy. You do whatever pleases you.

Clenching his teeth with force, Victor delivered a kick that twisted the man's nasal bones.

The reporters below were astounded; this was a scene impacting international relations!

They recorded this scene—it was live.

The sleepy TV anchor suddenly woke up.

"Er... We see, what is happening… A conflict, Victor has attacked a protester? OMG!" The male host didn't even know how to verbalize it.

The TV played the scene repeatedly.

"F***! I thought I was watching street fighting, look at Victor, he's so ruthless,"

Many viewers in front of their TVs were also dumbfounded.

In a hamburger shop.

A chubby kid was nibbling on a burger, crumbs all over his mouth. Watching the scene, the beef patty in his hand suddenly tasted bland.

OMG!

He's so audacious!

Victor undid the buttons of his shirt and gestured for a female reporter to come over by hooking his finger.

The female reporter hurriedly ran over with her colleague, the camera trained on him.

"Gimme a cigarette."

This caught them off guard, but the photographer quickly pulled out a cigarette and handed it over. Victor smoked in front of the entire American audience and casually blew a smoke ring.

Pointing at the camera, "This bastard should count his blessings that he's in the United States. If he were on my turf advocating for legalizing drugs, I'd stuff his head up a cow's ass and then shove a detonator up his ass!"

"I'm sorry, my American friends, for showing you a violent scene. I am truly sorry, but I want to tell you that drugs will always be mankind's greatest enemy, and any support for them is a provocation and insult to those fighting against drugs."

"He insulted my comrade, so I could only beat him up!"

"I have a good temper, but if any of you talk to me about legalizing drugs, remember, f*** your mom!"

After finishing his words, Victor flicked his cigarette, sending it crashing into the camera lens and igniting a shower of sparks, then he walked coolly into the hotel, not forgetting to land another kick on the blonde-haired guy as he passed by.

"He's... so cool!"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

A female classmate next to Forrest Gan suddenly blurted this out. He turned his head and saw tears streaming from her eyes.

The police hurriedly took the "victim" to the hospital.

Meanwhile, the opposition, who were initially stunned, erupted in even louder boos, continuously shouting, "Tyrant! Tyrant!"

Forrest Gan and others were excitedly chanting, "Long live! Long live!"

"F***ing bitches and bastards!" That female classmate was fierce too, rushing over to kick a drug addict in the lower body.

Now things were really heating up.

Both groups were performing a full-blown brawl in front of the television cameras.

The fight was a lively one.

As someone who had fought on the battlefield, Forrest Gan had some good moves. After knocking down seven or eight people, he was finally pinned down by the police who came to back up.

This scene was also witnessed by Victor from the window of his hotel room.

"Find a lawyer to get them out, no matter how much it costs, we'll cover it, as long as they are our supporters!"

Casare nodded with a wry smile, "Boss, you were too impulsive this time."

"I too want to kill those who want to legalize drugs, but this will affect the relations between the two countries."

Victor gave him a meaningful glance.

Some things couldn't be said openly, who knew if there were listening devices around? Although he might not be high profile enough, it was better to be safe than sorry.

You couldn't expect Jason Bourne to come and search the place, could you? And if they actually found something, the question would be whether to dismantle it or not, right?

In reality, Victor also hit the other party on purpose. He wanted to express an attitude, that Victor was a partner of the traditional "Anglo-Saxons."

These traditional white folks, they really hate drugs.

And they are proud... really believing they are number one in the world.

Victor was upholding their "morality," and that would garner more support in subsequent negotiations.

Do you think he's a brute?

No! Sometimes, brash behavior might just win him even more supporters.

The United States of today is not the United States of a later era.

The domestic atmosphere is different too.

"Don't be nervous, take a shower, we still have our dinner tonight."

...

The moment Victor beat up an American on camera instantly went viral.

All TV stations were busy seizing this hot topic.

Even the famous Blue State, Massachusetts TV, quickly linked up with a free fighter, a black boxer with a history of drug use.

Blue States suggest a political party's voting bloc, mostly made up of immigrants rather than traditional Americans.

Red States are mainly concentrated in the southern and central parts of the United States. Most residents work in traditional industries, with relatively conservative ideas, pursuing the concept of achieving the American Dream through self-reliance, somewhat old-fashioned, hence one of the origins of the term "redneck."

"Mike, what's your take on Victor's assault on the public?" the host asked, smartly omitting the label "drug supporter."

The black man with dreadlocks raised his middle finger, "F***! He's just a coward. He doesn't allow anyone to speak; he only directs his fists at the weaker. I want to tell him, Mr. Victor, come fight me! You coward!"

Beep beep beep...

American TV stations don't censor swear words, of course, they also don't pixelate – after all, millions in Massachusetts witnessed the program, harboring a clearly not-so-favorable impression of Victor.

In the Red States, however, his actions were praised by many as "cleaning up trash," and journalists randomly interviewed an elderly white man walking his dog.

Upon hearing the journalist's question about his view on the matter.

The old man was excited, "He should come to America. That idiot Bush doesn't have the capacity to enforce anti-drug laws. He should be our Governor here or even the President. Drugs will sooner or later destroy America's new generation!"

"Mr. Victor, please continue your stance, my family and I support you, I love you!" The dog-walking elder released the leash, blew a kiss towards the camera, and the little dog next to him suddenly darted off.

The old man chased after it, yelling, "Don't run, Reagan! It's dangerous ahead!"

What a... unique name.

The likers liked him even more, and the haters hated him even more.

However, his poised cigarette-flicking gesture in front of the camera was still considered by many to be "the coolest" move, comparable to Churchill's "V" sign to reporters.

Both were very high-profile.

The discussion was intensifying day by day.

Even the notorious California 18th Street Gang issued a death threat, demanding that Victor apologize!

And they warned, if he didn't apologize, they would carry out an attack on him!

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