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Working as a police officer in Mexico

Four deadly choices in life: Being a cop in Mexico! Absolute justice here means getting shot, BIUBIUBIU. The protagonist finds himself in the body of a jail guard and discovers that his eyes can see a person's Crime Value! Only by outgunning the criminals can he uphold justice! This prison is called "Plateau Prison", the highest security level in Mexico. At this time, there is a man locked up inside. His name is Gallardo, nicknamed Godfather, one of the founders of the Guadalajara Cartel. If you want to survive, either leave this damned country, or climb your way to the top. Mexico can be bright!

I snore when I sleep · Urbain
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Chapter 256: The CIA is the CIA, the United States is the United States! _2

"So, do we still support Victor in fighting the drug traffickers?" Ralf Feld, with his hooked nose, looked like no good man.

"Is there a conflict?"

Richard James Curl spread his hands with a smile, "Fighting drug traffickers is an explanation to the American people; the President is doing it for votes, but he doesn't want a powerful neighbor to emerge during his term. The pain is for the people, while politicians need reality."

It's funny when you think about it; among all the past American policymakers, only two were grassroots candidates who made a surprise rise: Lincoln, the backwoodsman woodcutter from the north, and Jimmy Carter, the peanut farmer from the south. And the others?

Just nepotism.

Old Bush's descendants were bound to take over the White House, and of course, they didn't want a strong "tenant" next door.

In the United States, the elite has always held the right to rule.

The people?

They will turn on each other sooner or later!