Casare suddenly realized!
Right, in these situations, the one who speaks first holds the advantage and gets a head start.
He quickly dialed The Pentagon using a satellite phone.
Meanwhile, in the southwest of Washington D.C., along the banks of the Potomac River in Arlington County.
The old defense minister, Richard Bruce Cheney, has also been having trouble with sleep.
He still had the memory of Old Bush grabbing his hand in the hospital and saying, "Clean up the CIA!"
When he was so scared that he left the hospital, his legs were weak.
Could the old man have been hit in the head? If the CIA has traitors, why should you clean up the CIA? You should clean up the President; if you're dead, there won't be any traitors left.
Now he feels uncomfortable all over and has the impulse to immediately resign and go home to raise pigs.
Domestic strife, a huge wealth gap, racial discrimination, never-ending influx of refugees, conflicts between the two parties, etc.
Screw it, let's have a civil war!
This job as the Defense Minister is too exhausting.
At this critical junction, messing with the CIA, it's like inviting disaster!
He was now firmly holding…
The letter of resignation.
I'm quitting, that's it.
"Defense Minister! Defense Minister!" Suddenly, there was urgent knocking at the door. Richard Bruce Cheney hurriedly stuffed the letter of resignation into the drawer and frowned, "Come in!"
A frantic staff member opened the door.
"What's the matter? Calm down, has a fight broken out?"
"Yes, Defense Minister, the Northern Army has clashed with us again, frontline reports 17 members of Texas National Guard killed."
Richard Bruce Cheney jumped up from his seat, his eyes wide.
The phone on the table also timely rang. He didn't want to answer it, but it kept ringing louder and louder, so he had to pick it up, "Don't call me right now!!"
"Defense Minister, it's a call from Tijuana."
Richard Bruce Cheney paused, his mouth twitched, "Patch it through."
He heard two beeps from the other side, and then, before he could speak, a roar erupted.
"What do you want to do, start a war?! You wait, your anti-air missiles better be ready, I'm pressing the missile button right now, let's see how many missiles Washington D.C. can take!"
The old man's brain was hanging, he wasn't as sharp as the young ones anymore, and hadn't figured out the cause and effect, but seeing the other party's anger, it was obvious that they were at a loss.
"Don't panic, calm down, calm down, Mr. Victor, let me investigate this first, I will definitely give you an answer."
"Calm? You killed more than 20 of my soldiers, calm, and more than 100 of our civilians, how can this account be calmly settled? You like to start wars, then wait, tomorrow start collecting corpses from Texas."
Richard Bruce Cheney got really panicked upon hearing this.
Both the CIA and FBI profiled his psychology, thinking he's paranoid, suffering from delusional persecution, OCD; basically, if there's any mental disorder, it could be found in him.
Moreover, he lacks a big picture view, if you upset him, he targets you.
Richard Bruce Cheney softened his tone a bit, almost like pleading, "Mr. Victor, you don't want to see a disaster either, right? I'll look into this personally; if there's any issue, I will handle it fairly."
"You know well, if it leads to war, it would be harmful to both sides, the internal war progress in Mexico would be disrupted, and the drug traffickers might rise again..."
"Then I'll drag the United States down with me, I want to see if the Pacific Ocean can contain nearly 300 million people, maybe the corpses could fill up the ocean." Victor said nonchalantly.
Richard Bruce Cheney sighed, even with a hint of pleading, "Give me some time."
He didn't dare ask Texas to apologize; they're the Lone Star State, they react harshly to even slight disagreements, and even as a Defense Minister, they wouldn't care about him, apologize? Rednecks never say sorry!
And asking Mexico to apologize?
He wasn't capable of that.
A high and mighty US Secretary of Defense, now caught in a tough situation.
Victor laughed, his voice casual, "Mr. Richard, I respect you, I'll give you 10 hours, hoping for a result, and also, if you ever feel uncomfortable in the United States, come to Mexico, we can offer you a position as Defense Minister here, oh, and I can even give you a salary of twenty million US dollars a year!"
After saying that, he hung up.
Then Richard Bruce Cheney's mouth trembled, not from excitement, but from being provoked, a direct seduction to betray his country?!
I'm a five-star citizen! Four-star Admiral!
"Prepare a plane for me, I'm going to Texas," he looked up at the staff in front of him and said.
"As soon as possible!"
He also sensed the tension and scurried off to arrange it.
The old man pulled open the drawer, quietly looking at the resignation letter and a handgun beside it, not knowing what got into him, he picked up the gun, pointed it at his mouth, but shuddered immediately after and pressed the gun against his leg.
But finally, he just threw the gun onto the table, gasping for air.
He still didn't dare.
Firing a gun also requires courage.
He didn't even have the urge to evade responsibility, truly a pitiful person.
On the other end, Victor was laughing merrily.
"Order the 32nd Missile Brigade into combat positions, tomorrow morning at eight, fire the missiles into the Gulf of Mexico, targeting the Jesus Maria Waterway."