Working as a police officer in Mexico

This kind of thing can't be hidden, and Victor didn't hide it either.

When he heard how capable the other party was, his emotions fluctuated greatly over the phone, "Alright, alright, the young master from Washington, U.S.A has reached into my new regime, fine, fine, then I'll make them die here!"

A heavy fist slammed on the table.

"Dig three feet into the ground, we must find out, and also, announce this operation to the public, and include the Red Shoes Club, Illuminati, and the KKK in Mexico's global drug trafficking wanted list, declaring them as a terrorist organization."

This pile of filth!

Opposite him, Rudendorf knitted his brows, his mouth half open, wanting to calm the General down, but the tone of the other party... tsk tsk tsk, forget it, let's not look for trouble.

"The location will be set at the abandoned airport in Petras City!"

"Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, Victor had a sullen face and pressed the landline on the desk, "Get Goebbels to the office."

Soon, the Minister of Propaganda, dressed in black, knocked on the door and came in, "General."

The other person pointed to the seat, pulled out a cigarette, and handed it to him. Goebbels stood up in a hurry, taking it with both hands. Victor lit it for him, "I plan to confront American capital, do you have any method to mobilize the masses?"

Victor always believed in the power of the people.

Of course, he didn't believe in the wisdom of the people...

This is a double-edged sword, using it too much might backfire on oneself sometimes.

"Control public opinion, strengthen the propaganda against the rich and the unscrupulous, appropriately stir up anti-rich sentiments, and we can introduce new legal provisions against capitalists."

Victor nodded, his body leaning slightly forward, "Do you think it's easy to spark a general strike within the United States?"

Goebbels, worthy of being the Minister of Propaganda, flashed a glance, and thought for a moment, "On October 21, an excessive law enforcement case against a black person occurred in Texas."

"A Black woman was coming out of a Walmart with two kids, holding a bag. When she attempted to go to her car, she was stopped by the police who wanted to check her ID. As she tried to put things in the car, the police didn't allow it, and an altercation ensued."

"Two White police officers, in front of her children, shot her dead.

"They fired all their bullets, a total of 16 rounds."

Goebbels' eyes looked very sinister, "I have a suggestion, perhaps we should exploit racial tensions, incite chaos, and then buy off some influential Black individuals, have them denounce capital as hating Black people, and fabricate some fake recordings to express Wall Street's discrimination against Blacks..."

"Then, what we need to do next is incite the mainstream composed mainly of Whites and Jews to express their dislike for Blacks..."

Victor understood the rest!

Black Lives Matter!

It would be best to incite them to riot, to attack Wall Street, Silicon Valley, though it would not cause a critical injury, it would still hurt.

Start a "revolution" in the United States!

Just thinking about it felt thrilling.

Victor was very satisfied with Goebbels' idea, "Then you're in charge."

"What's the name of the operation?"

"American Spring!"

Goebbels left, his eyes shining, already imagining the "spring breeze" sweeping across the United States, in February next year.

As he exited, he happened to see a limping person coming down the corridor. Taking a closer look, he immediately stood straight, "Mr. Cuauhtémoc."

Even he had to show the other respect.

After all, not everyone could survive a missile hit.

The most important thing is, he sincerely cared for Mexico.

"Is the General in?" Cuauhtémoc asked with a smile.

"Inside."

"Alright, I have something to discuss with him, talk to you later."

Goebbels watched the other knock on the door and go in, tilted his head a bit, thought for a moment, and left.

"Why are you here, have a seat. Just have someone call if you needed anything," Victor stood up busily when he saw the other.

Cuauhtémoc shook his head, patting his leg, "This leg is injured, so I should walk more, otherwise it'll wither and really be useless."

Victor poured him some hot water, even though perhaps now he didn't need to rely on his reputation anymore, but they cooperated well and there had never been any conflict, and the other was very sensible, so respect on the surface was certainly there.

"Is there something you need?"

"I heard about the suicide of the Mayor of Peteras City. It touched me a lot. Why would a dignified mayor help a criminal organization? I think I underestimated humanity."

Cuauhtémoc coughed a little, "We always thought steadfast warriors couldn't be corrupted, but the Americans' money tactic is too lethal, few could maintain their humanity under the sugar-coated shells."

Victor slowly nodded.

Just like that Mayor Leopold Van Buren, although he wasn't a soldier with Victor conquering battles, when Sonora State was taken down, his family placed a bet and provided a lot of help.

Medical care, food, propaganda, and so on, Victor reciprocated by giving him the position of Mayor of Peteras City. This place had a small population, thinking nothing much would happen here.

But obviously...

Victor overestimated humanity and underestimated the power of capital.

"The most important thing is the lack of control over mayors and township leaders. Relying on the limited capability of the Internal Affairs Bureau, we can at most manage up to the governor level. What's more terrifying is when those below commit misdeeds, so I thought of a plan," Cuauhtémoc said.

The boss opposite sat up straight at once, his eyes lit up, "Go on."

"We can equip mayors and township leaders with personal secretaries, who are trained and delivered by us. Besides helping with work-related matters, these secretaries also have an important duty to oversee their officers. Whenever the officers engage in any illegal or unethical acts, the secretaries can report them."