Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Mexico invades Texas!"

"Victor's iron cavalry charging towards Washington!"

HK's newspapers were very direct, "Texas misses the taste of its mother."

The printing factories for the newspapers operated 24 hours a day, nearly spitting sparks.

Every country around the world dispatched media to Mexico, and Victor did not prohibit journalists from entering, as long as you didn't look for trouble, and also, didn't act as spies for some hostile forces.

There had been instances where the Southern Drug Dealer Alliance bribed two South Korean spies, hoping they could provide some information. These two found an army logistics staff member and attempted to turn him.

For a single time, 200 US dollars…

During the second transaction, they were caught by the Intelligence Bureau…

The two South Korean journalists were sentenced to death!

Even protests from the South Korea Government were useless, they were hanged in the square, and their bodies were sent to be used as experimental tools.

Moreover, due to Northern Mexico enforcing no-fly zones, these journalists could only land in the Southern, and some in the United States, then entered Mexico escorted by a "Middleman" or so-called "guide."

3,000 US dollars per person!

Four pickup trucks drove into Mexico from the Santiago highway, carrying six media personnel from various countries and their equipment in the back.

"Kana, how long until we reach Tijuana?" The Asian descent co-driver, speaking fluent English, asked the big-bearded driver.

The driver, wearing a baseball cap and tattooed with Chinese characters on his left hand reading "A wise man adapts to the times," wore sunglasses and had the typical look of a redneck.

"Don't worry, Ye, about 30 more minutes."

The co-driver thanked him with a smile, then turned his head and saw his female colleague in the back clutching her stomach, raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong, Azhen."

"Brother Qiang, stomach hurts, I got a stomachache from the white people's lunch in America." The female colleague said with a bitter smile, her hand resting on a camera, faintly revealing the words "Southern…"

"I'll ask for you."

"Hey Kana, is there a restroom nearby? My colleague has a stomach ache and needs to relieve herself."

The big-bearded driver muttered something incomprehensible, probably expressing his discontent, and pointed ahead, "We're close to the border line, there's a restroom in the border station."

"OKOK!"

"Just wait another two minutes."

The female colleague's face had turned green, she could only nod and clutch at the table in front of her.

Poot~

A fart sound came out, leaving everyone in the car embarrassed.

Co-driver Ye Feiyang silently opened the window, he glanced at the big-bearded driver next to him, who almost vomited.

The young lady's face turned red with shame.

She lowered her head and didn't dare to look up.

"We're here, we're here!"

After driving for a few more minutes, they finally saw the border station up ahead, driver Kana honked the horn, and the tightly closed gates were opened, several soldiers directed them into the free area.

A Major walked out of the building.

"Six people in total, here's 16,000 US dollars." Kana presented the prepared money and passports.

The Major carefully counted the money, then handed the passports to a soldier to verify.

3,000 US dollars per person, a large part of which had to be handed over to the Tijuana government; for middlemen like Kana, who were fed by the government, the Foreign Affairs Bureau would give them an allowance, allowing those in their cars to have priority entry. As for coming on your own?

Sorry, personal tourists are currently not welcome.

You have to come through a middleman.

And these credentials were reissued every month, the drivers had to check their identities; if there was any problem, they would also suffer, this system was called "entry sponsor system."

So, 3,000 US dollars was not at all expensive, they also had to bear the risk, usually only doing business with acquaintances, strangers seeking him would also need a guarantor, it had all become an industrial chain.

Each month, just from this spot, Tijuana government could collect about 3 million US dollars!

After all, the more mysterious and closed off you are, the more people are curious about what's inside.

"I have a female reporter who needs to use the restroom, sir," Kana said softly.

The Major glanced and nodded slightly, letting two soldiers accompany her to the restroom and handed back the passports saying, "You're an old-timer, you don't need me to say anything, right?"

"Of course!"

Beep beep beep~

Just then, a sharp horn sounded suddenly, Kana was startled, while the Major's expression changed, "Stay in the car with your belongings, no getting out!"

"Sure, sure!"

After speaking, the Major hastily ran off.

Ye Feiyang raised his eyebrows, with his journalist's intuition, he felt that something was definitely about to happen.

Staring through the glass outside, he saw a huge vehicle drive into the border station, covered with a tarp, followed by many jeeps, some people disembarked, spoke with the Major about something, and then…

They pulled off the tarp.

Ye Feiyang's breath stopped for a moment!

"R-14 medium-range missile vehicle!!"

As an avid military enthusiast, how could he not recognize this thing, it had been too famous over the past decades, both the United States and Soviet were afraid of each other launching missiles, so they limited missiles, signing the "Intermediate-Range Nuclear Forces Treaty," and R-14 medium-range missiles were on the demolition list.

Effective range of 3,700 kilometers!

Could be topped with X warhead!

What's it doing here?

Can it be… about to launch a missile at the United States?????

That can't be right…

Is Victor that bold?

It's always been rumored that Mexico had missiles, now he was actually seeing it.

As a journalist, Ye Feiyang was trembling all over, extremely excited, if this were first-hand material, it would be a "meteoric rise."

Promotion and a pay raise, marrying into a wealthy family.

He subconsciously reached for his camera, but Kana next to him grabbed his hand quickly, the eyes behind the sunglasses staring, "Don't look for trouble! Do you want to get shot?!"