Working as a police officer in Mexico

September 2nd.

A regular American flight flew from Washington to Mexico City.

A group of people disembarked from first class, and from their demeanor, they were clearly not ordinary people.

Leading them was Peter Peterson. Many might not know this name, but they surely know "Blackstone." He is one of the founders, and also a former U.S. Secretary of Commerce. Beside him was Larry, the founder of Blackrock.

Their purpose here was because the Jewish bosses hoped to reconcile with Victor.

After all, money is something everyone earns together.

Over a dozen "Monterrey Raiders" were lined up inside the airport, their all-black lines looked particularly robust in the sunlight.

This is a brand "developed" independently by Mexico.

As the sweatshop of North America, Mexico previously had factories from dozens of large automotive companies, including Toyota, Renault, General Motors, and so on. After the relationship between both sides broke down, Victor "confiscated" them all.

Along with some technology he exchanged with Golden Finger, he manufactured the "Monterrey Raider," later rivaled by the "Paramount Raider."

The engine's torque reaches up to 1000 Nm, granting the Raider great brute strength, effortlessly overcoming all obstacles, stopping at nothing.

The thick armor can withstand attacks from RPGs, and the chassis can endure the destruction of a 7 kg TNT equivalent bomb. Bulletproof tires can still safely drive at least 50 kilometers even if pierced by a 12.7mm armor-piercing bullet.

The Raider's chassis can withstand the power of a 7 kg TNT explosion, making it one of the most formidable vehicles in the world.

Its high speed can reach 120 kilometers per hour!

The military has spent 36 million Peso to order 360 of them, which is a total liquidation. Similarly, this car has also been listed as a "government reception car," looking very imposing.

Peter Peterson looked at the rows of "Monterrey Raiders" and was stunned, "It looks like Mexicans are quite hostile to our arrival."

Larry had a somewhat worried look in his eyes and didn't know what to say.

As the group stepped down the gangway, Casare approached with a fake smile on his face, extending his hand, "Welcome everyone~"

"Hello, Mr. Casare, very pleased to meet you." Peter Peterson smiled as he shook hands, suddenly feeling his scalp go a bit numb. When he turned his head, he saw a tall, thin man standing beside Casare, whose gaze was very calm, yet there was a ruthless and unfriendly look in those eyes that made the Blackstone founder, who was used to meeting big figures, shiver a bit.

Damn...

Like a butcher looking at a wild hen?

Casare also noticed that the other side was staring at him, so he moved aside half his body, "Let me introduce you, this is Minister of Propaganda, Goebbels."

"Hello..." Peter Peterson felt a bit timid?

How long had it been since that happened?

"Hello." Goebbels didn't even offer a fake smile.

The atmosphere became somewhat stiff instantly.

"Alright, please get in the car, we can talk slowly." Casare gestured for the bodyguards to open the car doors and then unceremoniously got in first.

Peter Peterson and Larry exchanged glances; Mexicans are not very friendly.

But they could only hold their noses and get in the car, heading towards the National Palace.

Along the way, representatives of the consortium looked out the car windows and saw skyscrapers rising high, and many people on the streets. When a red light turned green, the crowd, like ants, rushed onto the sidewalks. Everyone walked briskly, yet carried a sense of hope for life.

"What are they building there?" Larry suddenly pointed at a construction site and asked.

Casare glanced over, "That will become the financial center of the Mexico City metropolitan area. We will build ten towers here, each over 160 meters tall, including offices for the China Bank, Mexican State Bank, Human Progress and Innovation Covenant Organization International Bank Agency, Military Bank of Mexico, and Cuba Bank."

"This will become the new landmark of Mexico City."

"We will also establish the largest exchange in Mexico here."

Every time Casare mentioned something, Peter Peterson felt a jolt in his heart. What did this imply? It indicated that Mexico has the capability to upgrade its financial system and issue loans without the involvement of American banks.

The three parties can complete the blood transfusion; the Chinese market is what the Jewish consortium wants the most. Anyone with foresight knows what kind of spectacle the market will present after the economic reforms.

Asian Tigers?

Just a few small countries playing around, what kind of influence could they have? Their territory and population limit their wealth growth!

"I've heard that Mexico has completed many investments in Asia?" Larry suddenly asked.

"We will invest approximately 110 billion US Dollars." Casare didn't hold back, "We are very optimistic about the Asian market, and may even increase our investment in the future."

"Our relationship is very good, and what you see in the financial district project is actually built by them," he said while adjusting his posture, "currently only Cuba and East University are enjoying this cake. Europeans are too proud and unwilling to partner with us, even lacking the basic diplomatic courtesies."

Peter Peterson's eyes flickered, "We are happy to make friends, and we have our sincerity."

"Don't rush, Mr. Peter, let's have lunch first—we have plenty of time to talk in the afternoon," Casare said with a glance at his watch, smiling.

"Will General Victor be there?"

"I'm sorry, the General has matters to attend to, so he entrusted me and Goebbels with full responsibility. In principle, he agrees to your entry into the Mexican market, but he also hopes you can abide by our rules."