Austria. Vienna, Danube riverside.
Being able to follow the evening breeze and see people rowing in the river and others playing badminton, this place is relatively comfortable compared to other areas.
After all, the nearby United Nations building ensures that security isn't an issue.
Joachim Ribbentrop, in a gray trench coat, stands in the square holding corn kernels, continuously attracting pigeons that fly to his hand to peck at them.
His tough appearance and model-like physique are quite eye-catching.
Not far away, two female tourists with backpacks were talking to each other, and then one of them took a deep breath and courageously approached, "Hello."
Joachim Ribbentrop turned his gaze, his profound eyes carrying a trace of melancholy…
The woman had already figured out what she would name her children.
"Could I get your phone number?"
"I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend," Joachim Ribbentrop said with a light smile, hands in pockets, leaving behind an extremely dashing back.
The woman behind stared wide-eyed.
Looking at his long legs, what a pity... such a pity.
Joachim Ribbentrop walked back to the "Drug Enforcement Department building" and saw a crowd gathered at the entrance, furious, led by several Asians, yelling, "Damn it! Why are South Korea and Japan ranked among the 'top ten drug trafficking nations'?"
"Let Joachim come out! Come out!!"
Several employees of the Drug Enforcement Department hurriedly tried to prevent him from entering.
"He's here!" Suddenly someone turned their head and saw the commissioner for the United Nations Drug Control Agency standing calmly behind, and the enraged Japanese and Korean public charged towards him.
Joachim Ribbentrop struck the fire emergency glass with his hand, his fist tough enough to shatter the glass into pieces, then single-handedly took out an ax from inside, the blade facing inward, and charged towards the crowd.
He raised the ax and struck down at the fastest-running Korean!
The man was terrified!
Suddenly dodging his head, but the ax landed squarely on his shoulder blade.
The Korean let out a painful scream, rolling on the ground, crying in Korean, "Assib! Assib..."
The newcoming Japanese and Koreans immediately froze in their tracks, eyes wide with shock.
Joachim Ribbentrop stepped on the man's face, ax held flat, "I welcome those who come to the Drug Enforcement Department to reason, but if you don't speak reasonably, I can also talk to you with fists and feet."
The outsourced commissioner Victor has only one requirement: to be able to fight!
For instance, when it comes to brawling, being able to take on at least four or five people alone.
He's offended too many people.
"Joachim! How… How dare you rank South Korea and Japan among the 'top ten drug trafficking nations'? Don't you know the negative impact this has had on us?!" Someone shouted from behind, trembling but still bold.
"You think I'm talking nonsense? The Drug Enforcement Department has conducted a civilian survey; South Korea's drug circulation reached 66.6%! Japan even reached 70%."
Mexico recently crumbled an Asian channel, catching 3 Korean nationals and 4 Japanese suspects, and from their investigation, it turned out 2 out of 3 Koreans had drug habits—exactly 66.6%, right?
I have not wronged them.
What matters is evidence.
This so-called "top ten drug trafficking nations" listing was released by the Drug Enforcement Department in August.
Ranked first is the United States, second Colombia, third South Korea, fourth Japan, fifth the United Kingdom, sixth Spain, seventh Guatemala, eighth Thailand, ninth Vietnam, tenth Salvador.
Of course, there are countries that are more rampant.
But since Victor serves as the Executive Director at the Drug Enforcement Department, if this right is not used, it becomes void after expiration!
According to "Article 17, Chapter Three of the United Nations Drug Control Agency:" the Drug Enforcement Department has the responsibility to urge countries with rampant drug problems to rectify and can force interventions after voting!
And now, with Mexico holding the chair, it can completely rely on this excuse to use the United Nations' name to "sweep drugs."
This is the power granted by the United Nations General Assembly!
Otherwise, why do you think Victor fought for this position?
Every year more than 6 million US dollars are invested.
This is called: having a justified cause!
"Then why not Mexico! Is there any other country in the world more rampant than that? You… you're just abusing your authority!" The Korean tough guy shouted, lying on the ground.
"No, under legitimate government, there are no drug traffickers." Joachim Ribbentrop raised his eyes, slowly bent down, "They've already been turned into soap."
The Korean toughened up, but then, as if realizing something, shuddered violently.
"You should be thankful this is not Mexico, otherwise…"
Mr. Commissioner smiled, tapping his cheek with the ax, casually throwing the weapon aside, hands in pockets, "If you have issues in the future, please go through the proper channels!"
"I can't handle drug traffickers in Vienna, can't I handle you?"
Joachim Ribbentrop pushed past the "Japan-Korea Joint Army", neither group dared to make a move, allowing him to leave arrogantly.
"Let's go!" A short-haired Korean gritted his teeth, "Let's get Yin Xilei to the hospital first, this matter won't end here."
A group of Koreans carried him and rushed out of the Drug Enforcement Department.
The following Japanese glanced at each other and also left reluctantly.
Back in his office, Joachim Ribbentrop didn't take the incident to heart. He had just picked up a cigarette to light for himself when there was a knock at the door, followed by his secretary walking in, carrying a stack of documents.