Chapter 402 I am Victor’s lackey!
Estonia. Tallinn!
One of the "Big Three" of the Baltic Sea.
This is also the Soviet frontline against Europe.
The missiles are placed here, and those high-ranking gentlemen are obviously polite in their words, and they are also wavering in their beliefs.
At this time, the "Tallinn National Square".
A ruin!
There is rubbish everywhere, mosquitoes are flying everywhere, and in the summer, the smell can spread far...
There is even poop!
Are there Indians in the Baltic Sea at this time?
There was a rally here. A group of Estonians heard about the 819 coup and stood up to call for national independence!
And the government was also very direct...
On August 20, it announced its separation from the Soviet Union!
In other words, this is no longer a franchise country.
The reason why I chose "Tallinn National Square" is that this place is large enough, and opposite it is the headquarters of the 65th Soviet Special Infantry Corps in Estonia!
There is also the intention to demonstrate against it.
But since August 19, the gate has been closed tightly, anti-aircraft machine guns have been set up, and sentries are fully armed, staring outside with nervousness, fear and confusion in their eyes.
At this time, there were seven or eight young men in the square. They were in rags and looked like beggars. Among them was a homeless man who was obviously drunk. He was dazed and sobbing. Burping, peeing on the sculpture of the "Great Teacher" lying on the ground.
The yellow liquid made the marble sculpture covered with dirt!
Davari is…
Do you no longer believe in me?
Dududu~
A trumpet sounded, startling the homeless man, and the tremor spread directly to his feet.
The homeless man muttered something and wiped the liquid on his pants. He turned his head and saw a Mercedes-Benz car driving from a distance. The driver handed over his ID and the other party looked at it. He opened his eyes, saluted with a snap, and then hurriedly ordered the door to open.
The capitalist Mercedes-Benz drove into the Soviet camp!
People in the square were watching quietly.
They are not stupid.
Do you know that only these few people are going to cause trouble?
It would be nice not to be fucked to death.
The military camp is very large, you can see a lot of garages and aprons, and there are even more than 20 T-72 main battle tanks, mixed with T-80!
The Mercedes-Benz drove to the building and stopped.
A group of people wearing Soviet military uniforms have been waiting for a long time. Standing in the middle is Lieutenant General Vyacheslav Tikhonov, the spokesperson of the Baltic Command and the commander of the 65th Special Infantry Corps!
A man wearing sunglasses got out of the car. His neat suit outlined his figure well.
Take off your sunglasses, and it’s Augustin Przeucil!
Victor’s intelligence chief!
"Bondarchuk?" Lieutenant General Vyacheslav Tikhonov frowned and asked in a tone of not daring to confirm.
"Hello, Mr. Lieutenant General, good afternoon, everyone~" he greeted with a smile.
After hearing his words, everyone's expressions softened, and then they all looked at the boss, with some nervousness in their eyes.
"Let's go to the office and talk?" Vyacheslav sighed in his heart.
“Of course!”
A group of people surrounded him upstairs, and some people were immediately attentive, asking him how he was when he came, whether he was safe, and whether he was in danger.
The lieutenant general walking in the front had a black line on his head and resisted turning his head to curse.
No way...
They are rich!
Yesterday, he received a call from a colleague with whom he had a good relationship, asking him if he wanted to make some extra money!
Of course Lieutenant General Vyacheslav Tikhonov knew what it meant, it was nothing more than selling weapons!
Of course this is for sale, we can’t even afford the military expenses.
No money has been paid in 13 months.
Besides, the payment is still in rubles. Nowadays, rubles are so hard to wipe one’s buttocks, so who still uses them?
There were several cases where the soldiers below used weapons to demand debts. The most dangerous one was when a second lieutenant ran downstairs with an AK and fired randomly.
What should these soldiers do if they have no money?
The Soviet Union also acquiesced that the army would raise its own funds...
Lieutenant General Vyacheslav thought it would be a small share like selling it to local gangs, but his colleague said directly, "You put the tanks and Count all the heavy weapons and pack them!"
! ! ! !
Is this the God of Wealth?
So he personally took the senior officials to greet him.
Entering the office, the general sat on the sofa and the colonel stood on both sides, his eyes shining.
"Mr. Bondarchuk, this is the list you want, compiled overnight last night." Vyacheslav handed over the summary.
Augustin Przeucir thanked him and took it, spreading it out for a look.
Oh shit!
436 T-72 tanks!
AK47: 6000 pieces!
There are a lot of missile launchers, anti-tank missiles, armored vehicles, heavy machine guns, and 1 million rounds of bullets!
This can form a main division and a ground air defense division!
Finally, there are three "Type 613 submarines" written below.
"Submarines are also for sale?"
"As long as you give me money, you can do anything." The deputy commander next to him said hurriedly.
Augustin Przeucir glanced at Lieutenant General Vyacheslav, who nodded.
The former took a deep breath, "How do you plan to sell it?"
"The T-72 main battle tank costs 1.2 million US dollars!" The deputy commander stretched out his finger, "The price of our foreign trade is 2 million US dollars, 800,000 cheaper! ”
Augustine looked at the other party with a half-smile, which was embarrassing for the thin-skinned Soviets. The deputy commander whispered, "Then 900,000?"
"60,000 US dollars per car..."< br>
"What!!! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."
The officers next to me also spoke to each other.
“Yes, 50,000? This is a tank, not a Mercedes-Benz!”
“50,000 yuan can’t even buy an engine!”
Augustin calmly spread his hands, “If I go out in a Mercedes-Benz and others think I’m rich, should I drive a tank to discuss business?”
“…but…but you don’t have to wait for a red light to drive a tank. Even a Mercedes-Benz can’t compete with the T-72!”
< br>Looking at them and saying, I stood still, he knocked on the table, "Now it is 60,000 US dollars, maybe next month it will be 30,000 US dollars."
"Gentlemen, when the Soviet Union disintegrates , these are just scrap metal, no country will want them, and they will have to be broken up.”
"Also, the one I said costs 60,000 US dollars, but you have to buy one and get one free."
Wow!
The Soviets scolded him for adding insult to injury and being unfriendly at all.
But in fact, after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, many participating countries were unable to use tanks at all. They could not fight with tanks. They also needed integrated maintenance, training of tank troops, etc. Otherwise, how could there be so many countries in the world? , half of them don’t have tanks yet?
Victor is also trying to optimize the military industry system.
Snap!
Augustin slapped a check directly on the table, "You agree, I will write it now, and I can make the decision. Everyone present can get 200,000."
He said Counting, "One, two, three, four..."
There are 9 people in total.
The scolding and scolding fell silent immediately. After a few seconds, a lieutenant colonel said, a little unsure of himself, "We don't want rubles."
There is no style at all!
These Soviet officers are like poor people who dare not ask loudly for a price at the negotiation table.
Hey~
In just a few decades, I have lost all my energy.
"How much does this 613 submarine cost?" Although the deputy commander felt that selling it for this little money was a bit of a loss, he also understood that if he didn't sell it for this little money, then it would not be his turn to sell it again. Waiting for someone.
There is also a $200,000 rebate.
Augustin frowned, "Can it still be driven?"
"Of course, although it is retired, it is very well maintained!"
Who believes this?
What maintenance should I do? Does maintenance cost free?
I'm so thankful to be able to drive it out.
But the order received by Augustin Przeucir was that as long as the Soviets sell it, we will accept it, and we will not reject anyone who comes!
He pondered for a moment and stretched out his palm.
"$500 package + 613 complete set of drawings!"
"Deal!" The deputy commander was very happy this time, and said in a mixed tone, "What about the other goods? Take a look. , how much can it cost?”
With such an officer, even if he goes to the battlefield, he will be sold to you.
He only cares about how much he can get out of it!
"AK47 is priced at 1 US dollar per pound..."
Augustin Przeucir opened his mouth wide to swallow these benefits, and quickly counted with a pen.
In the end.
32.2 million US dollars! !
"If you don't have any objections, I will ask someone to give you the money. As for how to divide it, it is your own business."
The deputy commander was about to speak, but he paused. Looking at Lieutenant General Vyacheslav Tikhonov, the latter nodded like a mascot.
As soon as Augustin Przeucir signed his name, he suddenly raised his head and said, "Generals, do any of you want to go to Mexico to become teachers?"
"The annual salary of a school officer 120,000 US dollars!”
"Major general gets $250,000, lieutenant general gets $350,000, and general gets $500,000!"
"Good benefits, annual leave, house, and insurance..." "Do you have any ideas?"
......
Half an hour later, Augustine walked out with his briefcase in his arms very satisfied.
"No need to send it off. A roll-off ship will dock in the afternoon. I hope you can help with the transportation. Don't worry, we have taken care of everything in Estonia and no one will stop it."
He went on one by one. Shake hands and say, "I'll wait for you in Mexico."
After saying that, he got in the car and couldn't help laughing.
These officers heard that being a teacher would pay such a high salary, and many of them agreed. They could earn Mexican money, spend it in Mexico, and promote the development of the local economy. It formed a perfect closed loop.
Not long after the Mercedes-Benz drove away, a Soviet Volga drove in and two Russians got out of it.
They've obviously been here more than once.
Go directly to Lieutenant General Vyacheslav Tikhonov.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Butt, but our goods are all claimed, including every bullet."
Victor Butt:? ? ? ?
“Can you tell me who the buyer is?”
"I'm sorry..."
When Victor Bute walked out with his friends, his face was gloomy, and his beard was shaking with anger.
"Utkin, find out who stole our business! Damn it, I just signed a deal with an African warlord, and now someone is cutting off my financial path!"
"It's a shame to try to steal my business from Victor Bute's territory!"
The strong man next to him responded. He had a bald head with "Third Reich" tattooed on it. symbol.
Just as the two of them walked out of the building, the phone rang suddenly. When Victor Butt picked up the answer, his expression suddenly changed, "I understand, I'll be right over."
After hanging up the phone, he Taking a deep breath, "Go back to Russia first. Our business PMC company license has been issued!"
Utkin's eyes lit up and he grinned. He looked like a bear. This smile was even more terrifying. People.
“What is the name of the company?”
“Wagner!”
…
A church district outside Mexico City.
"Come on! The Northern Army is coming. Do you want to die here?" Ye Zhenli dragged Walter White inside the house and shouted loudly.
“Wait, it’s almost.”
Seeing that he was still obsessed with experiments, Ye Zhenli went up and kicked his table, causing all the bottles and jars on it to fall off On the ground.
"Fake! Fake! What are you doing..." Walter White turned his head angrily, but he saw Ye Zhenli grabbing his collar and looking at him fiercely, "If you are caught by Victor, he will Use your body for experiments! When the time comes, you will be the experimental subject."
Why does this sound so cool?
When the wind blew, Walter White shivered suddenly, looked down, and then nodded.
Ye Zhenli grabbed the pistol on the table and handed it to him, "Don't worry, when we find a safe place, you can do whatever experiments you want. You are responsible for doing it and I am responsible for selling it. We don't work for others. , do it by yourself, work part-time, you can’t work part-time in this life, you can’t make a fortune by working part-time!”
“Become bigger and stronger, and create greater glory!”
"We want to rule the drug industry of the entire earth!"
"We want to be the king of drugs!"
Ye Zhenli's words are very inflammatory, worthy of sales, and stimulated the high school teacher His face turned red.
"Walter, don't worry, when I get rich, I will definitely find a way to find the best technology in the United States to extend your life."
Ye Zhenli paused and looked at him, "Your wife and your children are waiting for you to come home."
The words "go home" stirred up Walter White's heart, and he looked at the other person, and then nodded vigorously.
“Let’s go!”
The two ran out of the laboratory. There were seven or eight armed men outside. These were the mercenaries Ye Zhenli paid to find.
He is now worth more than 60 million US dollars...
Selling raw materials makes him rich.
With the money, he equipped himself with bodyguards, all of whom were born in the special forces.
“Let’s go!”
Ye Zhenli shouted to the bodyguards, and a group of people protected the two of them into the car, drove onto the highway, and ran towards the south.
"Don't block the road, don't block the road! Get out of the way!" he shouted at the refugees.
Boom! !
A sudden loud noise came from the city, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
A mushroom cloud... rose up.
"Northern Army! The Northern Army is coming, run!" A male voice screamed in horror.
This is like a switch, making the chaotic crowd go crazy at once.
Looking at the flow of people, Ye Zhenli felt his scalp numb, "Hurry up the path and hit them! Hit them!"
After hearing his order, the bodyguard stepped on the accelerator. The vehicle hit the person and went sideways, and went into the woods on the roadside. The refugee underneath screamed in pain, but after a while, he was overwhelmed by the crowd behind him. Trampled to death.
These refugees don’t know why they are running away...
It’s like what the newspaper said.
Victor is cruel and cruel. His rule is Satan. Anyone must be his slave. He will kill anyone who dislikes him.
People are blindly obedient...
When you see your ruling class running away, you subconsciously follow because you think his choice must be the right one.
August 21, 13:27 pm!
The fifth regiment, temporarily incorporated into the 2nd Marine Division, arrived outside Mexico City first!
Guderian, the leader of the group, had a weathered look on his face and his whole body was about to fall apart. They bypassed the battlefield and passed through the most complex virgin forest between Michoacán and the state of Mexico!
No breaks in between, eating in the car, taking off your pants and sticking your butt out when you poop, remember... to follow the wind.
It’s easy to eat shit when the wind is against you!
Finally, under such a crazy rapid march, they were the first to reach Mexico City!
And prepare to bombard the outside of the city!
But at this moment, a call came directly to his headquarters. Someone in Mexico City wanted to see him.
Guderian thought for a moment and agreed.
Then two Americans approached him.
"Sir, I think we can talk." One of the middle-aged men with a very pale face said with a smile.
"These are all my soldiers, and I trust them more."
The middle-aged man looked at his companions, nodded helplessly, and stared directly into Guderian's eyes. , "Do you want to be a distinguished guest in Europe and America? Do you want to be a master?"
"What do you mean?"
The middle-aged man handed over a gift box and motioned for him to open it. The guard next to him took it and helped open it. Inside was a pair of red leather shoes.
"Do you know Hedy Diaz? She is a very beautiful girl, yes, a future star in Hollywood. This pair of leather shoes is made of her. We are from the Red Shoe Club!"< br>
The deputy leader Douglas Haig next to him opened his eyes wide when he heard this. He was not shocked by this organization, but he was shocked by what the other party said.
"Join us, as long as you give up the attack on Mexico City, we guarantee that you will be able to enter the upper echelons of the Northern Army!"
Guderian raised his head, expressionless, "Beast!"< br>
"Tie them up, I will use them to sacrifice the flag!"
Deputy leader Douglas Haig, who could not hold himself back for a long time, rushed over and slapped the middle-aged man to the ground.
"Ah! We are guests! Guests! What are you doing, let me go, you are offending the whole world!!"
"It's so dirty."
Guderian came over, stepped on his face, raised his head, "The air is dirty."
He held out his hand, and someone next to him handed him an axe.
Guderian raised it up, and in the eyes of the other party's horrified eyes, he slashed hard with a ferocious expression.
“Victor’s Mexico, faith in light!!!”
Poof! !
The head was cut off in half.
Blood spattered on him, staining his uniform red. Another American next to him was trembling with fear and kept shouting.
"()Hi!"
"For the general's Mexico, we clean up the darkness!"
"()Hi!"
Ten, Hundreds and thousands of soldiers shouted.
"Put his butt into a cannonball, and I will use his body to break into Mexico City!"
"Glory belongs to the general!"
"Long live!!"
……
(End of this chapter)