"Five billion US Dollars, I almost want to chop off my own head and send it to those who want me dead."

In the office.

Victor was polishing his Nobel Peace Prize trophy, took a breath on it, then turned his head with a smile and said.

Sitting across the table were five people: Goebbels, Casare, Kennedy, Cuauhtémoc, and Internal Affairs Bureau Director George Smiley.

Hearing Victor's sarcastic remark, Casare couldn't help but quip:

"Jews are generous; when they sold Jesus, it was just thirty silver coins. We're way more expensive than him."

"Why not hang our portraits over Jerusalem then?"

Casare always joked about religion with his loose tongue.

Once during an interview with a Syrian TV station, he told a joke to a few Middle Easterners present.

"After Germany was defeated, they began compensating all the victims. The Polish wanted land, so they took some of Germany's territory; the Americans wanted technology, so they took away many German scientists; the Soviets wanted industry, so they moved out German machinery and workers; only the Jews took 'My Struggle'"

"They simply love reading too much!"

At the time, even the Syrian reporters couldn't hold back —

This incident spread back to the Middle East, and Casare was heavily criticized by the Jewish community, labeling him as Satan incarnate.

Oh, once Casare knew that he was popular, he started a channel online.

It's called: "Casare Tells Jokes".

It gained tens of thousands of followers.

He always managed to speak up and ease tension in rather awkward situations.

That's one reason why Victor liked to have him around.

Being with someone emotionally intelligent and good at lightening the mood can uplift anyone's spirit.

Victor polished the trophy until it was gleaming, so much so that it could reflect his face, placed it back on the shelf behind him, looked around and nodded with satisfaction.

After throwing the disposable sanitizing wipe in the trash can, he picked up an already lit cigar on the table, took two heavy drags, then set it back down, patting the table with both hands.

Bam—

His eyes locked tightly on them.

He spoke:

"Jokes are jokes, but we still need caution. The savage times do not lack outlaws; history tells us that strong figures like Caesar, Lincoln, Alexander II, and Archduke Ferdinand all met their end carelessly!"

"I demand that from now on, the Internal Affairs Bureau shall comprehensively expand protection for the upper echelon."

"Personnel in urgency can be requested from the military."

He glanced at George Smiley and Defense Minister Kennedy, "Any problem?"

"No problem!"

Victor nodded with satisfaction, pulled out a chair and sat down, casually saying, "Arrange for security personnel above the ministerial level; I want to meet each one of them."

George Smiley was startled; though he didn't understand why the Supreme Leader wanted to be so hands-on, he didn't ask further.

Never guess a leader's intentions.

He nodded vigorously, "Understood, I'll arrange it this afternoon."

Victor gave a slight acknowledgement and turned his gaze towards his Propaganda Minister, Goebbels, who subconsciously sat up straight once he met Victor's eyes.

"The Hope Group donated 10 million Riyal to combat domestic terrorism, and this money can provide rewards for civilian prevention efforts, which can be widely publicized in news media; public intelligence is also a component of intelligence power."

Glowing eyes awaited from Goebbels.

Next to him, George Smiley was enviously jealous; with 10 million Riyal in new currency, how many people could the Internal Affairs Bureau recruit?

Perhaps noticing his expression, Victor said, "The Hope Group also donated a sum of money, about 8 million Riyal, but I'm not sure if I should give it to you, George, your work this year has been somewhat negligent."

They couldn't do anything, "The Grand Commercial Plaza Massacre" led to a major crackdown by the three major intelligence organizations, which punished a slew of individuals!

Year-end bonuses?

What a joke!

Everyone was bottling up anger.

A terrorist attack involving 277 people is rare in history.

At least they hadn't been dismissed, it's...

The provoked George Smiley gritted his teeth and stood up, "Supreme Leader, I guarantee—"

Yet before he could finish, Victor raised a hand, "Guarantees are the least useful. If something like this happens again in Mexico City, you should resign in disgrace."

The capital being bombed.

How many people were snickering at this? Theoriginalsourceis*.

Online, every day someone would post pictures from the scene just to provoke Mexican netizens, criticizing Victor and his regime.

Online, you find all sorts of people.

With the internet still developing, it's not chaotic enough yet; once entering the 20th century, it'll truly be an internet "demon dance."

Victor's violence cannot conquer everyone.

Of course, just don't get traced back through the internet; otherwise, that's a different story.

I may not conquer your heart, but can I not eliminate you physically?

Casare and the others beside him held their breaths lightly, not daring to make a sound, only looking at him with a "seek your own blessing" kind of eyes.

"As long as you capture 200 spies from various countries by the end of the year, the 8 million Riyal can count as your bonus."

George Smiley also had to save face, "I guarantee I'll complete the task, if I don't, I'll end myself at the Grand Commercial Plaza!"

Leaving the Supreme Leader's office.

Casare couldn't help but give George Smiley a thumbs up, "You got guts, making that military order."

The Internal Affairs Bureau Director wore a mourning expression, looking towards Goebbels beside him, "The propaganda department needs to help me out, old brother. Anyone providing valuable information, the Internal Affairs Bureau will reward at least 20, no, 50 thousand Riyal!"

"Aren't you eating, then?" Casare looked at him and said.