Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1013 - 524: The Place Where Even Jesus Needs to Wear a Bulletproof Vest!

Chapter 1013: Chapter 524: The Place Where Even Jesus Needs to Wear a Bulletproof Vest!

Carter’s "anti-crime order" immediately triggered a backlash among many citizens.

October 8, 1992.

The notorious cult organization, the David Sect, resisted stubbornly in a gunfight with local police, and the police directly brought in military-grade weapons—cannons!

They began bombarding the small courtyard.

This scene was recorded by more than a dozen media present, even reporters couldn’t stop exclaiming OMG.

Those who didn’t know might think they were watching some kind of lurid film.

It’s said that there were over a hundred people in that courtyard!

The fact proved...

Never compete with the military in firepower. The M119 howitzers fired three rounds, and even with only two guns, the resistance inside instantly collapsed.

The police, who were already prepared, charged in.

The reporters also wanted to follow in, but were stopped and could only see bodies being carried out.

"We can see that these bodies showed signs of obvious abuse before death." The reporter tried to be as tactful as possible, wanting to push the blame onto the cult leader, but what did the people watching on television feel?

Carter is incompetent!

The government is incompetent!

The White House is incompetent!

What exactly was their crime?

To necessitate the use of cannons?

Has the U.S. Government’s military become incapable of defeating Mexico and started shooting its own people?

The photo of the cult leader David Coresh was repeatedly broadcasted on television, and some malevolent media claimed, "The police killed David Coresh, along with his dozen children and about 90 believers."

But they didn’t mention...

This bastard raped a young girl at the age of 18 and massively expanded his harem, and engaged in drug abuse, public X, smuggling, illegal possession of weapons, etc. He’s a pest.

But Americans didn’t care, they only saw Carter slaughtering innocents.

On October 10, two members of a far-right organization carried more than 600 kilograms of explosives into the B2 basement parking lot of the North Tower of the World Trade Center in New York, United States, and then... detonated it.

The explosion created a pit 60 meters long and 30 meters wide, and multiple fires broke out in the building, killing 6 people and injuring 1,042!

October 11 was originally the scheduled meeting time with Mexico’s high-level officials.

But "Air Force One," during a pre-flight check, found some unidentified viscous substance in the engine, forcing the flight to be canceled.

Even easygoing Carter was infuriated.

At the airport, he shouted loudly, "What’s the meaning of this? To kill me, the President? If killing me would bring peace to the United States, then come and kill me!"

The CIA Director and the FBI Director both looked equally displeased.

"Switch to a helicopter."

Carter took a deep breath, striving to adjust his mood.

"Sir, should we change the time?" The Chief of Staff suggested.

"We promised them that we’d go, even if there’s a hailstorm. US-Mexico relations impact North America and even the global scene; I must go."

Seeing his determination, they had no choice but to call in a CH-53 transport helicopter from a nearby military base to head towards Mexico City with the delegation.

"If someone were to fire an RPG at this moment, the United States would be crippled again." FBI Director Floyd I. Clarke raised his head and said ominously.

Everyone was frightened and stared at him in horror.

"Shut up! Idiot!" CIA Director Melissa Cruz glared unpleased.

The other party didn’t retort, just gave a deep look and turned to leave.

Watching him walk away, Melissa Cruz, who had been in intelligence work for almost thirty years, felt something was amiss.

Intuition!

Moreover, what he said was too chilling.

"Keep an eye on him, watch him like a hawk, even if he’s using X-brand condoms, I want to know." She whispered to the Deputy Director beside her.

"You suspect he’s... defected?" The Deputy Director squinted and asked in a low voice.

Melissa Cruz remained silent this time, but her woman’s sixth sense made her believe that Floyd I. Clarke definitely had issues.

Otherwise, why has he been so lucky, surviving unscathed?

Mexico also received information that the President of the United States was arriving by helicopter.

This prompted the foreign affairs department in charge of the reception to hurriedly roll up the prepared red carpet and lay it out at the military camp in Mexico City, two kilometers from the National Palace, where the U.S. military’s CH-53 transport helicopter would land.

And both parties would hold deep discussions there.

At 12:30 PM, escorted by two Mexican F-15Es, the transport plane entered the city.

From high in the sky, Carter remained silent as he overlooked Mexico, seeing the masses below working like ants building the nation.

He saw a flourishing scene.

Like the morning sun.

The helicopter gradually descended and finally landed on the helipad marked with an "H," where Carter saw a group of Mexicans approaching.

Leading the way was Victor.

"Slow down, Mr. Carter." He personally extended a hand to assist, "Welcome to Mexico."

"Thank you."

The old man’s eyes swept over everyone, pausing suddenly when he spotted a familiar face not far away, "Angel, Richie, long time no see."

Both Angel Urenia and Richie Miller were there, known as Clinton’s faithful "raptors." Their "defection" to join Mexico back then was perplexing. freёnovelkiss-com

At this moment, the former was serving as Mexico’s full-ambassador for North American affairs.

And Richie Miller, the former Special Service Director, was now the Deputy Dean of the Mexican Special Police Academy and Director of Police Operations, a position of considerable power.

Miller seemed unsure how to respond, with the Mexican high officials nearby, any misstep could end his political career.

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