Working as a police officer in Mexico

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How Many Disciples Does God Have?!_4 739: Chapter 413: God?

How Many Disciples Does God Have?!_4 “I hope the Republicans win; the Democrats are all idiots,” Casare mimed a praying gesture.

“The Governor position in Virginia shall be secured for Bramo.”

“That’s a Blue State, not so easy to handle.”

“Can’t a Blue State turn Red?

Precisely because it’s tough, we must do it, to show them our power.

If all else fails, we’ll just steal ballots, one way or another, we’re getting Bramo in there.”

Sure enough, from above comes a fart, and below there’s a scramble for breath.

This will be interesting to watch.

“Whoever has dealings with Bramo, find someone to smear him, seal the mouths of those in the know, okay?”

With a bitter smile, Casare nodded, “OK!”

“As long as we cut off the ties between the United States and the Southern drug traffickers, those grasshoppers won’t be hopping for much longer.

Without external support, let’s see how long they can last.”

“According to our informants, they seem to have realized the Yanks are unreliable and have found another country to design and produce weapons exclusively for them.”

Victor’s body tensed.

“Who?”

“India.”

Then he saw his tension evaporate instantly, “Oh, them.

They should manage their own affairs first before thinking about manufacturing weapons.

No offense, but as long as I’m alive, they’ll struggle to develop their military industry.”

That “Divine Gun,” the INSAS rifle, was decided for production in 1980 and only succeeded in 1994, right?

If my memory serves me correctly.

They said it’s only for the most elite troops, yet Nepal used it…

and ended up with a lot of disabled veterans, missing arms or legs.

And that BrahMos cruise missile, which directly killed five Filipinos.

Not to mention the legendary “Radiance.”

Nicknamed, the widowmaker.

Anything produced by the White Elephant, Victor would defiantly acknowledge your guts.

Casare was puzzled, but recalled a phrase, like Kennedy, the “War God,” had said.

“Give this job to George Smiley, have him take care of Idi Amin,” Victor handed over the address, “make it clean.”

“Amin?”

“Yeah, the one from Africa.”

Casare was clueless; what conflict did his boss have with Amin?

The guy hadn’t been on TV for a while now.

By the time he made an appearance, the boss was still studying.

But whatever, whoever the boss tells me to hit, I hit.

Even if it’s Jesus himself, I’ll fight to the death.

“Boss, there’s another thing, the Vatican’s Church Court plans to withdraw all clergy from Mexico, declare our land unwelcome by God, proclaiming you unwelcome.

They’re also displeased with your desecration of churches, calling out to the Believers to stand against you.”

“Religious issues are a matter of freedom; they’re demanding that you abolish the death penalty.”

“And they said, as soon as you step down, that’s when the clergy will return, bathed in the light of Jesus.

This announcement should go global tomorrow.”

“The Pope?”

Victor was utterly dismissive after hearing this, finally repeating the famous quote said by the Father.

“How many divisions does the Pope have?”

“When he commands hundreds of thousands of troops and possesses weapons of mass destruction, then come tell me to be religious.”

“If he wants the clergy to go?

No problem, let them go.”

“We will select our own people, from now on, to be known as the Mexican Christians, and have them join Cuauhtemoc’s party.

They want to believe in God but not be patriotic?”

“Ptui!”

“I will not allow this to happen!”

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