Working as a police officer in Mexico

The geopolitical landscape was fascinating.

Mexico was clashing with Spain, and drug traffickers in Latin America were on standby, itching for a fight, planning to establish a drug kingdom in Southern Mexico and Guatemala among other Central American countries. Stay updated with My Virtual Library Empire

At the other end of the spectrum, the Anti-Iraq Alliance, led by the Yanks, had initiated action.

On January 16, 1991, at 10:30 AM Eastern Standard Time, President Old Bush signed a national security directive for Commander-in-Chief Schwarzkopf of the U.S. Military Central Command, ordering a war on Iraq.

The Gulf War officially began!

Operation "Desert Storm" wreaked havoc on the Iraqi people, Saddam nearly fled, and the tactics and state of war shook the whole world!

Damn...

Could this even be done?

Even the Iraqi Tank Corps was blown to pieces without having seen a soul, enlightening the entire world on how a modern war could really be fought?!

It allowed Old Bush to vent his anger triumphantly!

His domestic popularity soared.

See!

The Black Hawk Down incident in Mexico was just an accident; the United States under his command was still immensely powerful!

Old Bush had been smiling these past few days, the wrinkles on his face never subsiding, thanks to the Gulf War. The impeachment considerations by the Parliament were also more cautious, and with the added push from his political party, oh well, he suddenly became the most X President of the United States since Roosevelt.

But there remained a thorn in his heart.

On January 27th.

Old Bush summoned CIA Director Stanfield Turner, Defense Minister Admiral Carl Vorno, and Executive Secretary Bahash Johnson, along with several staff members.

The lineup looked serious, as if meant for an internal meeting.

And indeed, it was about something big.

Sure enough, after everyone had taken their seats, Old Bush had a sip of coffee, crossed his hands, looked at them with a smile, and casually said, "The reason I've called you here is to discuss a proposal and get your opinions on it."

Everyone lifted their gaze.

"Carl Vorno, you speak."

The Defense Minister nodded.

Lucky for him, due to a distant familial connection with Old Bush, Carl Vorno was promoted to Defense Minister after an internal inquiry into the Black Hawk Down incident, even though he had served as Army Chief of Staff at the time.

Though the position could be held by a dog, it didn't mean you actually put a dog there. Did he have the ability to manage it? He couldn't control the insubordinate soldiers below him; they all looked down on him.

This made Carl Vorno a bit nervous.

"The Spanish side hopes that we can provide them with military support against Mexico."

Everyone furrowed their brows; they were veterans in this game, you could even fart and they'd know whether your stomach was off.

This was definitely Old Bush looking to regain lost ground.

After all, Victor was a humiliation that he would carry for life!

Victor must be overthrown!

No one insults the United States and remains on top.

Executive Secretary Bahash Johnson sat quietly to the side; he never volunteered his opinion. Old Bush was a proud man; he wouldn't permit dissent.

But CIA Director Stanfield Turner, being straightforward, spoke his mind without holding back. He shook his head, his expression grave, "I don't think now is a good time for action. Are you sure we can overthrow him just like that?"

"He's like a cockroach in the sewer; if we don't squash him, we will be disgusted."

"How could we undermine our own dignity? Director Stanfield, our military is the strongest. Yes, I admit the failure of Black Hawk Down was lamentable, but that was merely a small-scale special operation. If hundreds of thousands of our soldiers go in full force, we can definitely topple him…" Admiral Carl Vorno blurted out.

"Will you lead the team?"

The CIA Director retorted, leaving his counterpart utterly flustered. Carl Vorno stammered, feeling the weight on his shoulders suddenly magnified, almost crushing him.

He looked for rescue in Old Bush, whose expression was calm, but whose eyes seemed to say, "Useless!"

"We must avenge this!"

"No one can slight the United States and flaunt their success behind us; it's an embarrassment to me."

Everyone in the room was more or less on good terms with him. If it had been someone from the Green Party, they might have chewed him out.

After the North American Drug Syndicate, headed by Pablo Escobar, bombed Lady Liberty and emerged unscathed, now they were getting more "youthful" with each passing day. Rumor had it they were recruiting and arming up aggressively, having already flipped the table with the Colombian authorities.

Escobar was still alive, and Old Bush had the audacity to say such a thing.

"So, sir, what do you intend to do?"

Old Bush really wanted to shout, "Fight!"

But reason still prevailed and he calmed down, taking a deep breath, "Deploy warships to blockade Mexico's waters, prevent their ships from sailing, and furthermore, ban Mexican commercial trade. Do not allow or accept goods from countries entering the United States from Mexico, and domestically, increase business taxes on Mexican enterprises by 25%!"

Old Bush ultimately decided to wield the weapon of "trade."

"But... this will affect many American businesses."

"As long as we obliterate the Mexicans, these are minor sacrifices!" Admiral Carl Vorno declared, "I support it."

"I also support it, and I think we should ask other countries to join in and push for sanctions against him at the United Nations," a staff member suggested.

"Agreed!"