Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1057 - 540: The Latin American Version of "Holding the Emperor to Command the Vassals"? (Seeking Monthly Votes!)_2

Chapter 1057 -540: The Latin American Version of “Holding the Emperor to Command the Vassals”? (Seeking Monthly Votes!)_2

Carter’s personality is still too soft, not as fierce as Trump’s; he is like a ship swaying in the ocean, unable to take a firm stand between two universal values.

Doomed to fail.

Whether he can survive… is a question.

But it doesn’t mean he has no temper. He picked up the phone on the table and called Chief of Staff Everett. It’s laughable…

He now feels like an emperor who’s been put under house arrest. He has no power at all; his orders can’t even leave the “palace.”

And the chief of staff he personally chose is a “eunuch” sent by Congress to isolate him!

Laughable, laughable, laughable!

After the other party answered the call, Carter said angrily, “Get them to elect a new president; I’m old, I want to retire.”

On the other end, Everett gently comforted him, as if coaxing a child.

You don’t want to do it?

Who else would do it?

Finally, there’s a fool who jumped at the chance; of course you have to make the most of it.

After ending the call, Everett casually tossed his phone aside.

Soft, white hands caressed his chest. A female star often seen in Hollywood movies nibbled his ear, “Who was it, darling～”

“An old man, unimportant, babe, let’s continue!” Everett shouted and pounced on her.

See…

Following the big shots lets you enjoy the good life.

Meanwhile, Carter cried in his study…

“The United States is finished, the United States is finished!!”

The constant sobbing was somewhat heart-wrenching to hear.

Well, as a favor to me, let’s divide the United States into two parts, USA and USB, so no one has to fight over them, isn’t that great?

The camera zooms out—

The moon still hangs high in the sky, overseeing the earth, overlooking all beings!

The moon gently recedes as the sun slowly peeks out. All things are bathed in golden light, and a new day full of hope quietly arrives‌‌.

Stuart lazily stretched as he exited a small shop marked “Salon.”

Feeling refreshed after making love.

Of course, speaking of those like us who are three-hour performers, three minutes?

Don’t waste your money.

He hummed a tune as he found a stall to eat breakfast, “Boss, give me a taco and two eggs.”

Just sat down when he heard noisy and excited arguing.

Curious, he kneeled up and looked into the distance, seeing police driving a family of three away, the male head of the family cursing rudely.

“Inhumane! Do you want to take NC road? Do you want to emulate Hitler? This is persecution, Victor is persecuting us!”

The following policemen were rude too, hitting him on the head with a baton, knocking him down, while the woman and child nearby cried loudly.

“Don’t want to leave? Then damn it, I’ll send you to Sonora State desert to plant coffee!” The leading policeman spat on the man’s face and waved, with people pressing him into the car.

Going to Sonora State to plant coffee?

Then he’ll be dealing with heaven and earth for the rest of his life.

Stuart of course knew who they were, Mexican Israelis; he felt a bit sorry for them.

“Hmph, serves them right!”

The boss brought the taco over, speaking familiarly, “There are no good people in Israel.”

“Every country has good and bad people; you’re too extreme, haha,” Stuart said, laughing.

“Israel doesn’t have any. Didn’t the news show it? They’re slaughtering innocents in the Middle East. That Mossad even bombed our Grand Commercial Plaza. How is this different from a terrorist organization?”

The boss was still angry, his mouth like a machine gun, “Moreover, that family isn’t good people. The man worked for drug traffickers before, responsible for accounting. If it wasn’t for Mexico granting amnesty after liberation, he wouldn’t have come out. After coming out, his mouth wasn’t clean, always dissatisfied with national policies. Now he’s asked to leave, and he won’t. So he’ll have to be sent to Sonora Prison.”

Stuart chuckled, not saying much, fearing trouble.

As he stuffed the taco into his mouth, the phone on the table rang.

“Hello.”

“Brother, it’s me, Valentino. I have something to tell you, hurry over.”

Stuart’s face showed delight, “Okay, I’m coming right now!”

He swallowed the taco in one gulp, placed the money on the table, called towards the boss, and hurriedly headed to the “White Arch.” freewebnøvel.coɱ

The shutter door of “Vieri Fruit Shop” was partially open; he ducked inside. Just as he entered, before he could speak, he was forcefully pinned to the ground.

Terrified, he saw several men around him, and his old buddy Valentino stood calmly before him.

“Hey hey hey, what are you doing! What do you want to do!” he shouted loudly.

Herman Goering squatted down, took out a badge, pointed to the insignia, “Recognize this?”

Stuart’s face turned pale upon seeing the Ministry of Internal Affairs badge, his mouth trembling, “No… don’t know.”

“I like those who are stubborn; later I hope you’ll still be able to deny,” Herman Goering chuckled, indifferent.

No one can remain silent under the Thirteen Protectors’ methods; you think you’re Huang Feihong.

“Phooey!”

Valentino also approached, showing himself, “You slimy sea bass rotten egg, you wanted to turn me? What level are you at, what do you think I am, do you take grandpa for a fool?”

“Take him away,” Herman Goering waved his hand, simultaneously hooding Stuart, and before leaving, he chatted with Valentino, saying they’ll report his contribution.

“Thank you!”

Causing Valentino to profusely thank them from behind.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs people stuffed Stuart into the car trunk, driving the worn-out car away.

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