The man before him was the head of the Labor Party: Luz Inasi Lu Dasilva!
A left-wing individual who only received primary education and was missing a little finger due to work, and he was the current leader of the workers.
"Do you want to hear the truth or lies?" Victor asked, smiling at the man nearly 20 years his senior.
Dasilva looked at him, "Lies?"
"You could go to the police, remember, go to the official police, Brazil has too many irregular ones."
This was not at all funny!
But someone beside them couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"And the truth?" Dasilva asked expressionlessly, still looking at him.
"Implement policies like mine, make everyone understand that you are the boss. Internal corruption is just like well-fed pigs in front of the army; slaughter them, and you can take the money to develop basic education and improve workers' treatment."
The words unsettled the Brazilian government delegation standing to the side. Just how severe was corruption within Brazil?
Let's put it this way...
It is widely known that Brazil produces football stars, but when these stars begin to show talent, they would be contracted by local supermarkets, hotels, and even some car companies. If a European team took interest in them, aside from the fees given to the team, they also had to pay these companies a "development fee."
And this money would be split 80% among local officials in charge of tourism and sports, then distributed among other departments, creating a small business that could generate tens of millions of US dollars in profit every year.
Because they didn't spend a cent on the contracting, they didn't even have to pay salaries, an absolutely cost-free business deal.
What if you refused to sign?
Then you had no football to play.
From sports officials refusing to register you to gangs frequently attacking your home.
After all, even someone as talented in the football field as Ronaldo or Carlos, if they hadn't been fortunate enough to become famous, might now still be likely in the slums of Brazil, their faces masked, holding automatic rifles, dealing Cocaine.
"But the Brazilian military..." Dasilva uttered these words, then abruptly stopped, clearly still fervent, "I think we are partners on the path of anti-drug efforts."
"Of course, for anti-drug efforts, we are comrades!"
Luz Inasi Lu Dasilva's eyes brightened upon hearing this word, feeling the kinship as a leftist, firmly grasping Victor's hand, "If I am elected president, I will ask for your help. I hope you can come to Brazil and help with the anti-drug campaign!"
The faces of the government delegation turned dark.
A leftist leader plus the inventor of "Victorism", good lord, we're just embezzling some money, and you want to grind us into dust.
Later, wouldn't we be bombarded by your cannons?!
"With utmost pleasure!"
The first meeting between the two was evidently a fruitful one.
The head of the Brazil Police Department wanted to speak, but after thinking it over, whatever, this wasn't their turf, though their expressions were clearly displeased, resolving to inform Mr. President upon return that Dasilva had "ulterior motives."
Just then, the secretary rushed over and whispered something into Victor's ear.
"Very serious, the current estimated number of casualties is over two thousand!"
Dasilva, curiously, asked, "What happened?"
The secretary looked at Victor, who signaled for him to speak.
He reported the situation in Cancun City.
"My God, how could this happen!"
"Dammit, these drug traffickers..."
An outcry rose all around.
"See, drug traffickers are always vicious at any time, even if they wear a priest's robe, they are nothing but bloodthirsty wild dogs!" Victor said, looking at them.
Dasilva was shocked and opened his mouth wide.
That was Yucatan Island!
One of the most beautiful places in North America.
"Inform the nation, the Northern Army opposes such acts and demands the cessation of the riots within 36 hours, otherwise, we will take retaliatory measures to ensure the safety of civilians and foreign nationals."
The secretary standing behind him busily responded.
"I will not allow any civilian to be slaughtered by drug traffickers! They are the most precious treasure of our country, I belong to the people," Victor declared, looking at the "guests" before him.
Luz Inasi Lu Dasilva looked at him with a gleam in his eyes, deeply affirming his words.
Over in Venezuela, Nicholas Maro Moro started clapping loudly, cheering with enthusiasm.
Suddenly, thunderous applause filled the banquet hall.
As for why not send the Navy over?
One reason was the distance was too great; several states near the Gulf of Mexico had not been taken over, and traveling from the Northwest of Lower California would mean a roundabout route, by the time they arrived, people would have already been reincarnated.
And one more critical point.
How could drug traffickers killing so many spark public outrage?
How could everyone learn how good the Northern Army was?
Perhaps many on the world stage would turn a blind eye.
But within Mexico, Victor, of course, needed to widely publicize the cruelty, barbarity, and arrogance of the drug traffickers.
To make them understand, I, Victor, am the son of Mexico!
Victor was slowly progressing towards being a qualified politician and actor.
People must continually learn and grow, right?