Vienna, Austria, Danube riverside!
Victor gazed into the distance, feeling that perhaps even Little Mustache had once stood in this very place.
At that time, the destitute art student might have been struggling to make ends meet!
With his tattered bag in tow, he would mutter to the rising sun over the Danube, "Next time I come, Vienna will listen to my name!"
"Sir~" Nurnisha Kalis gently called out beside him, snapping Victor back to reality. He smiled at her, and the group walked into the Vienna International Centre with heads held high!
"Inside the conference building, there are 9 conference halls surrounded by restrooms large and small, and the vast scenery can be viewed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The complex has a total of 24,600 windows, 6,000 doors, 43 passenger elevators, and 15 freight elevators. It can simultaneously accommodate 4,000 people working and 1,600 people in meetings."
Nurnisha Kalis acted like a tour guide beside them.
As they stepped into the elevator and were about to ascend, they heard "Wait! Wait! Please hold on!"
The bodyguard at the door pressed the button to open the elevator.
Two people, a man, and a woman who appeared to be journalists with badges around their necks, came in from outside.
The female journalist turned around upon hearing her name and saw Victor hiding in the back.
Her face lit up with joy, "Victor!"
Belsaria, the journalist from the Los Angeles Times, was also a direct descendant of the Rumsfeld family.
The two had shared a bit of a flirtation back in Paris.
When he returned to Mexico, they kept in touch—in blunt terms, Victor pursued her.
A mistress is a mistress, a wife is a wife.
"You've been assigned to the United Nations?"
Belsaria smiled, pulling at her credentials, "I'm now a correspondent for the United States News Agency stationed at the United Nations."
Clearly, it's good to have connections in high places!
She had directly switched over to the News Agency.
Victor's smile grew even broader as he recounted amusing stories, and the two engaged in cheerful conversation while Nurnisha Kalis watched with a strange expression beside them—she was an old hand at this...
She could tell it was a case of mutual affection.
They'd be rolling in the sheets by evening!
The elevator doors opened, and there were people standing at the entrance of the venue.
Victor politely gestured for Belsaria to go first, and she smiled back at him.
"We need to hurry, there are five candidates and you're the fourth to give a speech," Nurnisha Kalis urged from the side.
Victor nodded and turned to Belsaria, "Shall we have dinner together after the meeting ends?"
"We'll get in touch after it's over."
Watching her walk away, Victor eyed her departing figure, straightened his clothes, and said, "Now it's our turn to take the stage!"
The group walked into the venue.
Beneath them sat representatives from...hundreds of countries, with those seated in the back turning to look upon hearing the door open, while the five central figures in the front didn't even turn their heads.
They just sat there silently.
A powerful aura swept over the room.
Victor's eyelids twitched; it had to be said, if these five were to join forces, they could sweep through the more than two hundred countries in the world.
The only thing that could slow them down was the edge of the Earth itself.
"Is that Victor?" a person who seemed like an African representative said.
"Yes, yes, yes, that's him! Brutal, haven't you heard of the nickname 'Mexican Butcher'?" a colleague beside him nodded, whispering, "Out of Mexico's 120 million people, he's devoured at least 30 million!"
Victor nearly stumbled, but Jason Bourne beside him steadied him. He turned back with a furious glare at the two Nigers, who shrank back in fear.
What nonsense are you spouting in English!
"Our seats are here," Jason Bourne indicated a spot with a sign for Mexico, placed somewhat at the rear, behind the United States.
Walking over, Victor nodded to the representatives from Canada and Ecuador sitting nearby.
They all looked at him with curiosity.
North America has produced a tough character!
"Next, we invite the representative of Iraq to the stage." As the meeting coordinator spoke, the crowd's chatter became sporadic.
Didn't you see none of the five good men applauded? You want to applaud, what's the matter, are you close with Iraq?
As the Iraq representative took the stage, he began reading from his papers with a tone that sounded more like an interrogation, "Gentlemen!"
"We are being bullied!"
"We need the help of the world, and we all know who the biggest criminal on this planet is..."
His words began veering off-track, and the crowd exchanged puzzled looks.
"Attention! Iraqi representative, today's meeting is about the establishment and election for the Drug Enforcement Department. Please stay on topic," the coordinator interjected, tapping the microphone.
But the representative ignored the prompt, and instead pushed back, "If it weren't for the United States, what would we need the Drug Enforcement Department for? It's because of crime syndicates led by the United States that there are drug traffickers and sin."
The statement caused an uproar.
Are you openly clashing with Americans at a meeting? Are you out of your mind?
Sitting behind the American representative, Victor noticed the man appeared calm, but his hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and the hand below was clenched into a fist, barely maintaining self-control.
"So...so..." the Iraqi representative looked at the startled crowd, raised his hand, "Join us, join the holy war!"
"Holy your mother's X!"
With an outburst, the shout echoed through the entire venue, and everyone, including the five good men at the front, turned their heads, only to see Victor standing up.