Working as a police officer in Mexico

"This is so damn thrilling, who wouldn't get fired up listening to this? I feel like I'm Mexican now."

"Don't speak." Ye Jihuan hushed, his gaze fixated on the man on the stage who was waving his arms and finishing with a salute; it was his first time seeing Victor.

But at this moment...

He seemed to see a leader he would forever follow.

The 3rd Division, according to the redeployment plan, three regiments charged through Queretaro State into Mexico State, while the rest surrounded the 1st Brigade and other units, who lost their "leader," and together with Marine Corps 2nd Division smashed them before storming into Mexico City.

Upon learning that Admiral Hastings Aik Ojinlayek had undergone a coup, he said to his accompanying staff and the 3rd Division Division Commander Alexeyevich Brusilov, Major General Chief of Staff Frederick von Paulus, and others.

"Fate is with me!"

Standing on the high platform, Victor watched the troops leave, his gaze piercing distances, head tilted back, his profound gaze seemed to see the suffering of his people.

"Long live victory!"

Just then, an attendant behind him received a phone call and hurried over, "General, something happened in the Soviet Union."

"Some armed..."

Victor's brows furrowed as he looked at Casare, "What's the date today?"

"August 19th!"

He raised his head, his deep eyes showing hesitation, "The Soviet Union, it's starting to collapse."

...

While everyone's eyes were on Mexico, a major piece of news came!

The Soviet Union had the 819 Incident!

(Can't elaborate, search it yourself).

This incident shocked the world!

Many Soviet Union member states expressed condemnation!

Even The Pentagon jumped out, "This is a shocking coup, utterly horrifying!"

But the spokesperson's mouth could barely hold back a smirk, almost bursting at the seams.

Even the most oblivious now could sense that the internal conflicts of the Soviet Union were beginning to surface.

It's dying!

All the Soviet Union's subordinates were frantic, making calls or contacting the Soviet through their own connections, but... no one answered.

Only word that there were protesting crowds all over the streets!

The wind from the East scattered the gloom over The Pentagon.

Old Defense Minister Richard Bruce Cheney was at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center peeling an apple for Old Bush at his bedside.

You think he wanted to come?

The boss had people call him dozens of times!

"Sir, the Soviet Union is about to collapse, they've started infighting."

Old Bush's eyes shone brightly, his expression excited.

This adversary, from 1945 till now, has spanned over 40 years, enduring numerous U.S. presidents, it was finally going to end during his term, wouldn't that mean he was about to lead the nation into an era belonging to the United States?!

He suddenly felt a surge of energy, moving his body up, his family members hurried to assist him.

"Is the information accurate?" his voice was weak.

"Mmm, the whole world is watching closely, that XXX is now under house arrest."

Old Bush slowly smiled, loudly laughing, but midway, his voice stuck, and he started coughing vigorously.

Little Bush beside him patted his father's back, anxiously coaxing.

"I'm fine, I've never been this happy before."

Glancing at his boss, Richard Bruce Cheney softly said, "Sir, I plan to resign."

"????!"

Old Bush's face stiffened, his eyes locking onto the other, the old defense minister slightly evasive, "My grandson was born, I want to spend my years peacefully."

Peacefully!

That word was poignant.

Old Bush instantly understood; the other did not wish to get involved with CIA issues, making him a bit panicky, "Richard, you're also leaving me?"

This…

"I'm just an ordinary old man," Richard Bruce Cheney sighed.

Words such as these from a superpower's defense minister.

He set down the apple, and gently said, "I think Donald would be more suitable as the Defense Minister, he has ambition, drive, and likewise, he holds high prestige in the military. If the CIA…"

Richard Bruce Cheney paused, "The army can quickly quell the rebellion under his command."

Using the army against the CIA!

"Take some rest, sir, my resignation letter is written, please approve it." He said, pulling the resignation letter from his pocket and placing it on his bed, then stood up to nod, "I won't disturb your rest anymore."

He turned and left decisively.

Without any hesitation.

"He's scared! Hahaha, this half-dead man is scared too!" Old Bush laughed and shook his head, his tone filled with helplessness.

"Father, CIA Director Stanfield Turner was shot with you in the office; he's unlikely to betray the United States," Little Bush hesitated to say.

"The Director of the CIA and the CIA are two different things, this department encompasses the will of the United States, you know, during the period I was hospitalized due to my injuries, the CIA took my blood, DNA, and body condition, what are they up to? Are they planning to develop venom targeted at me?!"

"My office has CIA bugs, and you've been followed by the CIA too, do they think we don't know about these things?"

Old Bush became more agitated as he spoke, and started to retch violently.

"If we want to go further, then we have to discard them and curb their power!!"

Under Hoover's ruthless nurturing, the CIA had already penetrated everywhere under 47 years of dictatorial leadership; why else would the US Defense Information Systems Bureau be established in 2023? And why organize both the CIA and FBI?

It means no other way, just to step out and re-form a new department!

If you touch their interests, no matter who you are, the President can be anyone, but there can only be one CIA, and not all orders necessarily come from the Director.

"The CIA is like a tumor grown into the bones of the United States, it's of no benefit to us now, we have to cut off their lifeline, we can't let them continue to exist!"

"When you move into the White House, I will clear any obstacles for you!"

Old Bush was very firm when he said this, as if... the position was his family's?

Little Bush looked at his stubborn father and patted his shoulder, sighing deeply.

"That new Defense Minister..."

"Suggest nominating Donald Rumsfeld, his temperament will help us stabilize the CIA."

"Understood."

Old Bush covered him with the blanket, then walked to the window, just in time to see Richard Bruce Cheney walking downstairs; the latter also stopped, looked up, and even though they couldn't see clearly, they still nodded subconsciously to each other.

The old defense minister took a deep breath, feeling incredibly relieved as he let go of the burden.

Finally, he did not have to face Victor, did not have to face the CIA, and he just wanted to go fishing now.

He got in the car, and saw a photo hanging there, with a smiling child, Richard smiled softly and kissed it.

Then he started the car...

Boom!!

The cheap car instantly turned into an expensive fireball.

The massive explosion blew out the windows below, flattened the greenery, and visible layers of "air" could be seen.

Standing above, Little Bush felt the heat rushing toward him!

His eyes widened in horror, and he sat down abruptly.

Behind him, Old Bush's eyes opened wide, shaking violently; his breathing became erratic, his eyes terrifyingly red, and his hospital bed rattled with his violent tremors.

Little Bush quickly got up, seeing his father as if having a fit.

"Quick! Call the doctor!!"

The bodyguards at the door pushed in too, a bit bewildered by the scene, but upon hearing the shouts, they went to pull the doctor.

Soon...

Special Service agents had surrounded the hospital!

Old Bush was rushed into ICU.

Everything changed too fast.

At the CIA headquarters in Langley by Potomac River.

Director Stanfield Turner was facing a white man.

"Hydra guarantees to help you eliminate those unfriendly to the CIA," Reinhardt Tristan Eugen said with a smile, several cards laid in front of him.

Old Bush, Richard Bruce Cheney, and several others who publicly spoke against the CIA.

Now, an "X" was drawn on Richard's card.

"You're pushing the limits!!" Stanfield Turner said in a lowered voice, dissatisfied.

"Don't you want to be like Hoover?"

Reinhardt smiled and collected the cards on the table, "Hoover killed many competitors."

"I'm helping you, aren't I?"

...