Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! This is fake!" exclaimed the Cardinal as he shook his head in shock, almost losing his voice.

Meanwhile, some of the believers behind him had already knelt down, continuously bowing their heads in reverence.

Victor is Jesus reincarnated?

It's more likely that Hong Xiuquan shows up with a deed to the throne.

It's just too fake!

The Cardinal turned his head and swept a glance at the group of believers, his eyes laden with clear malice and frenzy.

Next to him, an Archbishop tugged at his robe.

The Cardinal took a deep breath, lowered his voice, "Cover up this statue of the Virgin, don't allow anyone to approach. I need to report this matter to the Vatican."

The Archbishop nodded, watched the Cardinal's somewhat disheveled retreat, then turned to look at the statue of the Virgin. At this time of the night, its bloody tears were chilling to behold.

Someone must be messing with it.

What happened to science, understand?

The Archbishop looked at the worshippers kneeling before him with disdain, thinking them a bunch of ignorant fools.

Is there really a God?

It's all just damn business!

The church is TMD a place full of corruption, not to speak of the millennia before, but after entering the 2000s, the FBI in 2007 raided a doll toy store in Miami, uncovering a horrifying scene.

The dolls were made with real human heads and skins, mostly of children!

In the search, they also discovered the local church's involvement in the business, with priests welcoming refugees to the church, but these refugees would mysteriously die soon after signing an "Organ Donation upon Death" consent form!

And their organs would be placed on the shelves for sale!

When the CIA wanted to investigate further, they encountered obstacles and in the end, the issue was dropped, the water runs deep inside.@@novelbin@@

It's said that the Democratic Party of the United States was involved.

You think it's a church, but it's just a tool for amassing wealth.

Faith is an outrageously profitable business, exceeding trillions of US dollars annually.

Why else would you see so many so-called sects in the United States? It all boils down to money.

Is it for love?

Good heavens, every day in the church these Archbishops touch the little hands of boys with lecherous smiles, as if God is working for them. And now, Victor is busting in.

The sky's falling!

A phone call turned the Roman Curia upside down.

And on the next day, the "Tijuana Post" published a photo featuring the statue of the Virgin and an enlarged caption.

"Extra! Extra! Free copies!!"

Kids wearing newspaper boy caps crowded the streets, waving their papers.

"Free? For real?" asked a woman carrying a shopping basket.

"Of course."

"Alright, hand me one."

The newsboy handed her a paper and helpfully pointed out a section on tiptoe, "Look here, this is the shocking news!"

Following his direction, the woman saw an article titled: "Victor, Savior of Mexico, We Are Welcoming Our Own God!"

Attributed to: X!

This X is actually the pen name of Mexico's Minister of Propaganda Goebbels.

Such a "God-making plan" of course needed his participation, a propaganda genius known as "Victor's Mouthpiece." Not using him now would be a waste.

"My God!" the woman exclaimed in shock after reading, hurriedly running home with the paper.

Victor = Jesus?!

In an open-air café on the second floor by the street, Goebbels sipped his coffee, the corner of his mouth revealing a satisfied smile as if all was under control.

Don't rush, let the bullet fly for a while.

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Kuwait. More than 40 kilometers east of Wolfrum, the area was lit up and bustling with activity. Discover hidden content at My Virtual Library Empire

Over 30,000 members of the Anti-Iraq Alliance Forces from around the world had gathered here. They were the vanguard to contain the port of Sayyid, preventing the Iraqi Army.

Rommel sat on an ammo crate, biting into a piece of military beef, which had to be admitted, tasted pretty good. He watched the distance, his gaze tinged with a hint of concern.

"Captain, tonight is the welcome party, why aren't you going?" asked his deputy, Fedor von Bock.

"A bunch of gentlemen's hypocritical pleasantries are unfit for soldiers, and besides…" Rommel paused, "with all this commotion we're making, do you think the Iraqi people will remain silent?"

"You mean the Iraqis might launch an attack?"

"It's not impossible; we are on a battlefield, not in a fashionable New York restaurant. They all think they're here for a vacation."

Fedor pondered and felt what was said made sense, no wonder their captain had stationed the troops in the open land on the west side, slightly away from the center, so they wouldn't be wiped out in one fell swoop.

"Let's keep our men alert tonight, stay vigilant."

"Understood!"

Rommel squinted and bit harshly into the beef.

Victor bless!

Time slowly passed, and at 2:20 a.m., when fatigue was at its peak, the duty officer in the room yawned, making a call to his girlfriend back home.

Suddenly, a piercing shriek tore through the air and the sky abruptly lit up. He stared up in confusion.

Then his pupils shrank, "OMG!!"

In a panic, he hit the button on the desk; instantly, the entire base was blaring with alarms!

"Darling… what's happening? What's happening?" the worried woman on the other end perked up anxiously.

No time for women now; survival was crucial. The Portuguese soldier ran out frantically!

As the alarm sounded, Rommel, already wide awake, got up in an instant. He looked at the bright light in the distance, barely blinked, and then saw the base being bombarded with explosions.