Chapter 406 Take care, brother! Goodbye, girl! Love you, Mom!
Washington, USA.
1301 K Street NW.
This is the "Washington Building" headquarters!
On the 7th floor at this time, Bertha Rumsfeld was wearing a small black suit, her hair tied up, looking very capable, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and wearing jeans...
Tsk tsk tsk, it outlines the figure very well.
A pair of eyes squinted through the curtains in the office behind.
"Brutus, let me tell you, don't try to get her idea, she is not something you can care about." Sitting behind the office was a middle-aged man wearing a tie, looking polite, with a cigar in his mouth. .
As soon as the young man by the window let go of his hand, the curtains bounced back with a snap. This man looked like he had indulged too much, his face was very pale, and his eye circles were deep. He was wearing valuable clothes, and he still had a bag on his hand. ring.
This is regarded as a "marker" in many law firms.
"She has a very high status? Am I not as good as me?" The young man spread his hands and said with a very conceited smile. As one of the youngest partners in the "Magic Circle" law firm, he is a well-traveled scholar and has no ordinary contacts. .
Even, in a few years, he will be able to rely on this status to enter politics.
It can be said that they are young elites.
The middle-aged man was the vice president of the "Washington Post". Hearing his words, he smiled meaningfully and shook his head. Although he didn't say anything, he said everything!
"Okay, it's time to get off work. Do you want to go have a drink?"
The young man shook his head. When he saw Bertha Rumsfeld gone, he hurriedly opened the door and ran out.
"It's like an idiot whose lower body was shocked."
Seeing him like this, the vice president frowned and said, in fact, he didn't know exactly what Belsaria's background was, but his intuition told him that something was wrong...
He then withdrew, otherwise the rules would have been hidden long ago.
Is it someone else’s turn?
"Belsalia." Brutus shouted with what he thought was the most handsome smile in his life. When the other party turned around, he casually revealed his watch worth one hundred thousand dollars, "Are you free tonight? I know you are. A very good restaurant.”
"Sorry."
Belsaria shook her head with a smile, turned around and entered the elevator. The smile on Brutus's face froze. He also rushed in and got very close to her. The former's expression showed dissatisfaction and he leaned to the side.
But this person still came over shamelessly.
"Mr. Brutus, please be respectful, I have a boyfriend."
Looking at the angry girl in front of him, the promising lawyer from the "Magic Circle" felt like a bunch of arrows had penetrated his heart.
omg!
it's beautiful.
He was obsessed with semen, and he didn't know where he got the courage. He immediately pressed the other person on the elevator and tried to kiss him.
"Get away! Bastard! Get away!!!" Belsaria didn't expect this scene to happen. She screamed in horror, hit the opponent on the head with the bag in her hand, and kicked her in the lower body.
┗|｀O′|┛Ouch~~!
Brutus's face turned red and he knelt on the ground holding his balls.
At this time, the elevator also reached the bottom, and Belsaria ran out in a panic.
"Damn it!"
"Bitch!!"
Brutus's eyes bulged out. He was an elite. He was praised by others. Any woman would be honored to sleep with him. The women he had played with were not all prettier than Belsaria, but the other woman loved him. !
It's your honor to see you!
If it really doesn't work, try harder.
As a lawyer, are there any cases that lawyers can't win?
If so, put money in it!
Even a death sentence case can be overturned for you. Anyway, judicial justice in the United States is only for the poor!
Brutus rushed out of the elevator with his balls in his hands, grabbed Belsaria, and cursed. There were many people nearby who looked at this scene in surprise.
"Mr. Brutus..."
Someone came over and pulled him.
"Get away!!"
He kicked the person who was initiating the fight away and looked at the woman running out the door with fierce eyes!
But when running...
A small packet of white flour fell from his pocket.
Oh haha!
Sure enough, he was on drugs, otherwise an American lawyer who claims to be an elite would not be able to do this in public.
This "Hell No. 1" was created by Ye Zhenli and others. It focuses on the upper brain. It will gradually affect your personality within half an hour after taking it. It is not sudden, but gradual.
In other words, you have no idea under what circumstances you will go crazy!
And after taking it, violent tendencies become serious.
But it also has high combat effectiveness. Drug dealers and gangsters love this model very much, and it is popular all over the world...
There was a red car outside the Washington Post with two men sitting inside and Michael Jackson's "Dirty Diana" playing on the speakers.
Suddenly, a scream was heard, and the two people turned their heads and saw a woman running out in embarrassment, followed by a man, pulling her.
"Miss Belsaria!" The co-pilot was stunned for a moment and yelled, "Fuck!!!"
"Come on, come on, come on, put on the hood!" The driver put a balaclava on his head.
They are affiliated with the Mexican Secret Service and are mainly responsible for the safety of Belsaria. Of course, according to Director Casare's wishes, they will get rid of the men who are close to her and have bad intentions.
"What should I do?" the co-pilot turned to look at him and asked.
"Get rid of him!"
“Not everyone can bully our boss’s woman.”
"There is a U.S. Secret Service car 200 meters behind that." The co-pilot hesitated and said.
"What are you afraid of? After killing it, leave as planned."
The two of them pushed open the car door, held on to the railing, rolled over gracefully, and rushed towards Brutus.
Later, the people from the Secret Service also realized that something was wrong. Three strong men got out of the car, wearing suits. They looked awesome, but in fact...
Just like the goods!
MD, they are a bunch of trash that no one can understand.
"Help! Help..." Belsaria shouted.
Brutus' eyes were red, and the veins on his hands were clearly visible, and he tried to pull her clothes hard.
Bra…saw it! !
Bang! !
A figure rushed over and kicked him three meters away. He lay on the ground screaming in pain.
"Put it on first, madam." The driver who came from behind covered her with a piece of clothing, took out a knife from his arms, and ran over to grab Brutus' head in front of everyone's horrified eyes.
One knife!
Stab through the neck! !
Brutus's throat made a leaking sound.
Pull it out and keep poking!
With two cuts, the "magic circle" lawyer instantly exited the "biosphere".
"Ah!! Killing! Killing!!!"
The door of the Washington Post is a block with a lot of personal traffic. The crowd who were standing around watching the excitement screamed and ran away in panic.
"Let's go!" The two of them ducked into the alley against the flow of people and disappeared without a trace.
Soon the people from the U.S. Secret Service arrived to protect Belsaria. As soon as the 7-seater SUV arrived, they opened the door, got in, and drove away.
What they didn't notice was that a Mercedes-Benz parked nearby followed them.
The Mexican Secret Service is in place on the 2nd!
Soon the police came, and they were surprised when they found out that the deceased was a well-known lawyer...
But I was surprised, the speed of solving the case was really amazing.
Everyone ran away...
The only one who knows is Belsaria. You can call from the phone number left on the company's internal list. Opposite is...the Pentagon.
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…
Brush~
Victor put away the newspaper and stared hard, "You said Belsaria was attacked?"
Casare nodded, "The murderer was a lawyer, but he was killed by Secret Service agents who were present at the time."
Hearing this, the other party breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What's going on?"
"The murderer probably took too much Hell No. 1, which stimulated the brain and subconsciously stimulated the violent factors in his heart."
Casare looked worried, "Boss, this new drug from Hell No. 1 is too powerful. We conducted in vivo experiments on more than 300 drug dealers and found that this drug causes more violence, anxiety and depression than other drugs on the market. The discovery speed is 65% faster, which means that as long as you stick it on, you will definitely behave unconventionally in a short time.”
"If you take too much, your limbs will become stiff, your speech will be slurred, and your movements will become rigid, just like a zombie!"
"The most important thing is that after overdose, you will not die suddenly, but you will bite."
"In San Antonio, Texas, there were 67 cases of drug addicts assaulting people. Some people attacked the police, resulting in the death of three police officers, but 14 people were also killed."
"I think the harmful power of Hell 1 is that of an atomic bomb in peacetime!"
Casare's words made Victor startled. After the cigarette on his finger burned, he suddenly got excited and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.
"I think we should announce to the world through the United Nations Anti-Drug Agency that the harm scale has been reached, and drug traffickers who purchase, consume and transport drugs should be included in the list of "irreversible" persons."
"Okay, just do as you say and ask Joachim Ribbentrop to hold a meeting of the Drug Enforcement Administration. The harm must be clearly explained."
Casare nodded in agreement, "For us, what is really difficult to manage is the Kimahuakan slum. We don't know how many drug dealers and addicts there are among the 4 million people. Most importantly, the complex people are too dense. I I am afraid that if I show too much force, it will trigger a counterattack by the local gangs.”
What does 4 million people mean?
If you think of it this way, it is the capital of a medium-sized country, and it is narrow in scope, mostly on the mountainside, and densely populated...
You can't just use artillery to blast it, right?
4 million people!
How many people will die if one shot goes down?
Did you massacre all the people in the slums?
That good guy...
That mustache in Germany has to call you big brother.
Victor frowned, and there was some tension in the office.
Just then, the phone on the table rang.
Casare raised his eyebrows and glanced at the boss, who nodded slightly. He quickly picked up, "Hey!"
"Okay, I understand, I will convey it to the general."
He hung up the phone with a cautious look in his eyes, "Boss, the Kimahuakan gang opened fire on our troops, killing 3 people and injuring 6 others."
Sure enough, you are afraid of whatever comes!
Those gangsters have all gone to sell drugs. If you, Victor, tell them to get out, can they get out?
I will definitely fight with you!
Holding 4 million people hostage...
Just bet you don't dare to force yourself.
They are much more familiar with each other in the slums than the people from the north. They know exactly which woman sells for what price, and which way to go.
But it was clear that they underestimated Victor, which was a big deal.
"The order is to establish the Fifth Marine Division based on the 5th Regiment. The division commander is Guderian and the deputy division commander Douglas Haig. Soldiers who are willing to be transferred to the front-line troops are selected from the reserves to supplement the troops. They are recruited from the northern training camp. Recruit 20,000 new soldiers to supplement.”
"He was appointed as the military chief of Mexico City and the commander-in-chief of the Chimahuacan slum battle, with the power to order the troops stationed in the capital to cooperate."
"Tell him, I don't care what methods he uses, in 6 months, I want Kimahuakan to fuck me cleanly!"
"Your Governor's Office is also looking for ways to move the population out of the slums. New towns can be developed outside Mexico City to resettle the population and serve as forward positions."
"Okay!" Casare nodded vigorously, and he could hear from his tone that the boss was determined to take down the Kimahuakan slum!
A slum without social stability is a bomb.
When one day these people become bolder, they may rush down from the mountainside and commit evil in the city.
For safety and for political power!
Fuck you!
Casare also envied Guderian. In less than two weeks, he was promoted from a small regiment commander to the commander of the newly established fifth division!
How old are you?
26 years old!
Damn it…
The youngest commanders of the five divisions appeared.
Although they are all new recruits, they must be elites if they survived brutal street fighting, urban fighting, and building fighting such as the Battle of Kimahuakan Slums.
Hope Victor bless them.
Amen~
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Baja California Norte. Santa Catarina.
This is a coastal city.
The air is filled with a salty smell, and seagulls can be seen flying freely.
The fishing boat starts the day with its whistle.
As one of Victor's "early games", the people here are very close to him in thinking. They will do whatever Emperor Wei says!
Typical diehard.
Similarly, Baja California Norte and Baja California Sur are the places that provide the largest number of troops.
Very willing to serve as a soldier.
You can even see signs erected on the streets.
“All for a drug-free Mexico!”
"It is a great honor for one person to serve as a soldier!"
At this time, the "Santa Catarina Recruit Recruitment Camp" was playing farewell music, and there were scenes of hugging girlfriends, wives, and children everywhere.
As one of the "four major recruit camps" of the Northern Army, the number of people here has exceeded 30,000 all year round. Today, 6,000 people will be selected to join the army.
Those who are vacant will continue to be recruited.
Anyway, keep it at 30,000+, which can provide fresh blood when the troops need it.
"Jia Kebo, promise me to come back." The young and immature woman cried while hugging the boyfriend in front of her.
The other party was wearing a military uniform and a pure black balaclava. He looked at her softly with deep eyes. He picked up the girl and leaned against the flower bed. He flicked his right hand and handed over a bouquet of roses. He said with a smile, "Wait a minute." I’ll come back, wait for me to marry you, wait for me.”
"If one day, the wind from the south blows in your ears, remember, I am thinking of you."
The girl cried even harder.
"I'm leaving, take care of yourself." The recruit patted her face, put on his backpack, and rushed to the personnel carrier.
After running into the car, Jia Kebo shouted loudly and waved his hands. "Salma, I love you!"
"I love you too!!"
"Principal, should we leave it alone?" the instructor from the supplementary camp asked Nidhogg Black, who was missing an arm and had scars on his face. Looking at this scene, the tough guy also had a smile on his face.
"Let the boys say goodbye properly, maybe..."
He didn't say anything further, but everyone understood that maybe this was the last time they would see each other?
They are all from the front line. They can serve as instructors, but most of them are actually injured.
Someone like Principal Nidhogg Black, who had his arm blown off, was sometimes lucky, at least he was still alive, but it was also unfortunate that he was the only one alive in the entire company.
Guys…
Live well...
Hundreds of troop carriers slowly drove out of the camp.
Nidhogg Black looked at the soldiers leaving and said, "Salute!"
Everyone saluted them in unison.
Take care, brother!
Goodbye, girl!
Love you, Mom!
Wish you…
Good morning, good afternoon, good night!
……
(End of chapter)