Working as a police officer in Mexico

Casare is really frustrated now!

As Mexico's number two figure visiting Poland, they actually agreed, otherwise, who would dare to transit through their airspace?

But upon arrival in Warsaw, there wasn't even a red carpet, and who comes to meet him? Some Minister of Labor?

His face instantly darkened.

Damn it!

Isn't this playing me?

What's my status compared to that?

But after all, he came to Europe to break the ice, so he took a deep breath and held back.

But when he arrived at the hotel, there were people holding banners at the entrance, demanding punishment for "anti-human" Mexico Victor, burning the Mexican flag and Victor's portrait in broad daylight.

They were even singing songs insulting Victor.

The delegation was very unhappy and found the Polish, but they said...

This is called human rights!

"Let's leave Poland," Casare immediately decided to take his people and go.

"Sir, your actions are not very friendly, not respectful!" the Polish shouted.

"Screw you, bastard, don't think I don't know what you're up to, trying to disgust me in front of your American master? Do you even qualify? Remember, don't act as pawns in great power games, or else next time you'll be the ones blitzed."

These words were indeed shameful.

Blitzing Poland, 36 days surrendering, became a perpetual pain in their hearts, as a group surrounded Casare and cursed unceremoniously.

The Special Service Bureau members nervously protected him.

"Come on, kill me, I'll tell you, whether in terms of military capability or economy, none of you has the qualification to pose in front of me, you, you, and you…"

Casare pointed at them one by one, "dare to kill me!"

The Polish were so angry their mouths were crooked.

But they really dared not touch him!

What kind of person is Victor? A madman, if you really keep Casare here, the whole family will have car accidents tomorrow, the Polish wanted to give face to the United States and NATO, but it doesn't mean they want to die.

Urgently contacted Razew Palace, in the end, they could only let them leave, fearing they might encounter accidents on the road, even escorted them to the airport with police cars.

Standing on the boarding stairs, Casare looked back and said disdainfully, "Even if given a hundred years, Poland could never catch up to Mexico!"

After the plane took off, the more he thought, the angrier he got, he was very narrow-minded.

About to call the boss, he saw his private secretary coming over with a phone, "Sir, General is calling."

He hurriedly took it.

"Casare, are you still in Poland?"

Fat Casare immediately acted like a kid reporting grievances, "Boss, the Polish are unethical!"

He told everything that happened without embellishments, knowing his boss was also narrow-minded.

Sure enough, Victor paused for a moment after hearing it, then said, "Go to France, I've already contacted Mitterrand by phone, talk to him, just say that Mexico is willing to help France establish a foothold in Haiti, as long as he joins Ren Lian and withdraws from the European Community."

"Haiti? They occupied Haiti?" Casare's political sense was sharp, instantly sensing great potential in this!

"Boss, actually we can change our strategy, Haiti is too important, we shouldn't let it be entirely in French hands, we should jointly develop it."

Though impoverished, it's truly a strategic location, controlling it means what?

The Caribbean Sea's Sulphur Island, can attack or defend, if overwhelmed just flee to neighboring Dominica.

"Europeans are unreliable."

Victor thought about it and agreed, the French are prone to kneeling, today they're friendly, tomorrow they might turn against you, a missile could even aim at Cuba, indeed...

"Okay, you handle everything."

Casare responded promptly, and after hanging up, had someone fly directly to France.

On October 2, 1992, at 3 a.m.

The plane arrived at Paris International Airport.

Mitterrand personally greeted him with cabinet members, warmly exchanging cheek kisses.

"Mr. Victor asked me to send his regards, Mr. President."

"I also greatly appreciate and agree with Mr. Victor's actions, I consider him an anti-drug pioneer, moral exemplar, defender of world peace and justice."

These words made Casare feel embarrassed, but he admired the Frenchman's "composure" in changing faces.

Back at the United Nations, their shouting was fervent.

Even when The International Court of Justice in The Hague demanded the arrest of Victor and other high-level figures, France agreed too, meanwhile East University, Uncle Sam, Little Russia aren't signatories of this court, what does that mean?

True big shots… always disregard The Hague.

My rules are the rules!

After getting into the car, Mitterrand seemed unable to suppress his curiosity, "Does Mexico really support us in Haiti for…"

He wasn't sure which word to use, colonial?

Definitely not.

"Development." Casare smiled and answered for him.

Mitterrand's eyes brightened and he nodded vigorously, "Yes, development."

"Haiti has a population of 12 million, yet consistently remains among the poorest countries, which isn't good for us, we should help them establish a new order."

"Mexico is very willing to do so, and what about France?"

"France of course will also do its duty!"

The two foxes looked at each other and then chuckled while shaking hands, as for whether the Haitians agree? Honestly, that place… even East University considered their "existence unnecessary."

The Duvalier family's "cult rule" had long wreaked havoc on that country, frankly speaking, the United States even funded them for improvement, but the money ended up with the high ranks, how much did Little Du take when he fled back then?