Chapter 419 Men are just my stepping stones!
"OMG! OMG!"
Brammer looked at the panic scene on the TV, holding his head in horror, jumping like a monkey, shouting, and looking at Jason Bourne with disbelief. With.
"Did you kill him?"
"Physical destruction is sometimes more direct."
Bramo jumped to his feet, furious, "Assassination is a political provocation, and everyone will attack together. This is the bottom line! This is the rule!"
He pushed hard as he spoke.
"Then why does Kennedy have no objection?" Jason Bourne asked loudly. When he saw Brammer still wanting to make a move, he came up and said goodbye to him and pinned him down on the bed. Their posture looked slightly ambiguous.
"Death is failure, living is victory."
Bramo was pressed on the bed and shouted, "People outside must think I did it!"
"Can't you just admit it? Is there any evidence to prove that you are related to his death? And, look..." Jason Bourne pointed at the TV. The panicked police at the scene quickly blocked the murderer. .
A man wearing glasses, with some freckles on his face, but his face was unusually pale. He looked like a high school student. He stood on the roof and yelled at the police below. He didn’t know what to say. He was holding an assault rifle in his hand. Rifles fired randomly.
Of course the police fired back and killed him directly!
The body slipped from the roof slope and fell heavily to the ground. A group of police officers rushed over to his body and emptied their magazines before putting handcuffs on the other man's wrists.
This is…
Are you afraid that he will fake the corpse?
"Look, there is no evidence for death." Jason Bourne said in his ear, "The CIA will only find out that he is a mental patient. In three months, he has 11 medical records and two previous convictions for assault. He is still a psychopath. Extreme Republicans, that’s enough.”
When Bramo heard this, his struggle gradually became smaller, "You... started the layout three months ago??"
Jason Bourne did not answer directly. He let go of his hand, picked up the cigarette that fell on the ground, blew on the filter, then put it in his mouth again, took a deep breath, with a look of ecstasy on his face, "With the help of the general, any You don’t have to worry about anything, you just have to think about one thing.”
"How to sit in the position of governor."
"Do you understand?"
Jason Bourne looked at him deeply and suddenly smiled, "At this time, you should go to the hospital to see your opponent. Sir, hypocritical greetings are also a kind of human nature. It seems that we have to treat you." A good teacher cultivates your character. ”
"Is the governor just your goal?"
"The general doesn't like people who are unmotivated." The intelligence chief patted him on the shoulder and left.
Bramo was still a little scared.
Brother, I asked you to destroy him, not to destroy him humanely.
Political assassination…
He seemed to have seen the overwhelming attacks from the Democrats. He picked up the phone and wanted to call his father, but as soon as he pressed a few digits on the number, his hand stopped, his expression struggled, and he finally threw the phone aside. , sitting slumped on the bed.
Based on his understanding of his father, the other party would definitely make him refuse to admit it.
He rushed to the bathroom and rinsed his face. When he came out again, he suppressed his uneasiness and went directly to the hospital to visit his old rival.
When he was in the car, he put eye drops on himself. When the car arrived, there were reporters below, and they surrounded him when they saw him.
"Mr. Brammer, why are you coming to the hospital? Are you visiting Mr. Miles?"
"Mr. Brammer, does this shooting have anything to do with the Republican Party or the election?"
“…”
A group of people rushed forward and backward, and even their shoes were trampled to pieces. The bodyguards were busy blocking the people. The reporters rushed like crazy and tried to put the microphone into Bramo's mouth.
He stood on the steps and faced reporters, "I was shocked and saddened to hear the news. It is simply unimaginable that such a thing would happen in a country like ours. Although Michael is my opponent, we are more We are friends, our friendship is higher than political parties!”
When Jason Bourne in the room saw him like this on live TV, he couldn't help laughing, coughed hard, and said to the people around him, "Look, he is really suitable to be a politician. ”
Shameless Jin and Victor are the same, and they can be considered a family.
…
Victor also saw Brammer's performance on television.
"A mature man must first learn to lie." He said with a smile to George Smiley.
If you can't even fool yourself, how can you fool others?
It's like when you meet a woman and you say she is beautiful, to be honest, isn't it just to have sex with her?
Is it just a simple compliment?
George Smiley raised his eyebrows and nodded, "He is as hypocritical as a politician."
Dong~dong dong dong!
The Big Ben on the Mexico City Cathedral in the city center rang, telling the city that it was five o'clock and it was time to get off work.
Victor looked at his watch and said, "Let's go. It's Casare's birthday today. We can't be late. Are the gifts ready?"
As he spoke, he closed the notebook, put it in his drawer, locked it, and walked out of the office with his clothes on.
"Ready, a watch made of pure gold. The hour and second hands and other parts inside are all gold." George Smiley called someone, and an attendant handed over the prepared gift box.
“This gift box is not cheap.”
Victor opened it as he spoke, and inside lay a watch. It was pure gold and weighed about 400 grams. It was simply luxurious. He joked, "I have never received such a gift from this guy until now."
George Smiley helped him open the car door and said abruptly, "General, you are the best gift to the Mexican people."
Victor looked at him in surprise, then pointed at him with a smile.
Yes, George Smiley can flatter you too.
He closed the door gently, waved for everyone to get in the car, and the motorcade drove towards the villa area not far away.
It's very close, only ten minutes.
On a small hillside in the city, there is a villa here. It was once owned by a local drug dealer in Mexico City, and later belonged to Popovich. Now, of course, it is a state-owned asset.
The vehicle drove into a gate. Casare, who had received the news a long time ago, stood at the gate with his girlfriend Halil Alves and his sister Felikna. Next to them were Goebbels and Yu, the head of the general logistics department. Major General Lee Burns, deputy commander Coaster Bean Tapea, these two have been in charge of logistics from the beginning and have a very close relationship, as well as several other senior officials.
It was more of a Mexican "top" party.
Victor got out of the car and saw the French woman at first glance. I have to say...
Halo 36D!
And she also looks like an elf, very much like a later Hollywood actress: Anya Taylor-Joy!
Casare stood next to her like...Beauty and the Beast.
Of course, that's not to say that Fatty Ka isn't worthy of her. Are you kidding me? Isn't a powerful figure in a country worthy of an actor?
Victor was just curious, how could the other party like him?
With suspicion, he glanced at it with his golden finger as soon as he got out of the car, and frowned. The other party's identity turned out to be very clean!
There is no problem with the name, family members, and school of graduation. Even the crime value is only 2. This is a small crime of kicking the trash can on the roadside.
"Boss!" Casare shouted.
My sister Felicna smiled and shouted, "Brother Victor."
"Good boy! My little princess has grown taller again." Emperor Wei picked up the other person and pricked the other person's face with his beard. Like a little brother next door, he turned to look over and said with a smile, "Don't introduce me to him. For a moment? ”
"Hey, this is my girlfriend Hailier." He said and pulled the other party with his hand. The little girl looked very nervous and her ears were red. "Hello, nice to meet you, Miss Hallier."
The two men shook hands.
"Good evening, General."
Victor waved his hand, "What do you call me General? Just call me big brother like Casare."
"Big...brother."
The former nodded with satisfaction, "Let's go in and chat. Why are you all staying outside?"
Casare made a gesture of invitation, indicating that the boss should go first. Victor was not polite. When he walked in, he saw that the interior was very warmly decorated, decorated with balloons, and there were a lot of dishes on the table.
"Please have a seat, please have a seat."
"Boss, can you say a few words?"
"You are the birthday girl. This is not a meeting. It's your birthday. I'm 30 now, not 32. You want to deprive me of two years of youth." Victor's teasing words slightly diluted the slightly awkward atmosphere. .
After all, with your identity here, you will be constrained no matter how you play.
Your boss took you to a KTV to discuss business and asked you to have fun. Then you put your hand into the princess's clothes. Good guy... Do you believe that if someone changes the business, they will report you for molestation?
Just relax when your boss says to relax?
Are you serious?
"Thank you very much for coming to my birthday. The reception was not good and I won't come home until I'm drunk tonight." Casare picked up a glass of sobered red wine and poured it over himself. He stood up holding the glass and said, "Thank you, boss, for letting me do this." I lived my 32nd birthday to the fullest, rather than living like a human being in prison.”
"I still remember my 30th birthday. At that time, we bought two pieces of bread outside. At that time, you and Chris and McCoo celebrated my birthday. At that time, my monthly salary was 900 pesos, hahaha. Unfortunately, just two years later, Chris's family was beaten to death by drug dealers outside, and McCoo was stabbed to death by drug dealers in prison. In the end, we were the only good friends left."
His eyes were slightly red as he spoke.
Victor shook his hand, "Why are you talking about this on a happy day?"
"I'm just a little more sentimental, thinking about my old friends." Casare wiped the corners of his eyes. If he wasn't the boss, he would be like a mayfly, and he might not even know how he died now.
Hailier patted his shoulder and comforted him.
"How many drug dealers are left in Mexican prisons?" Victor turned to ask the others.
"There are about 8,000 people left."
"How can you celebrate your birthday without listening to the noise and having them all pulled out and killed?"
Haileel:! ! ! ! !
She lowered her head and didn't dare to say a word.
A man's casual words can determine a person's life or death.
Good…very good!
She was shaking, not with fear, but with excitement.
Hailier's eyes flashed with greed and ambition. In fact, she didn't want to be a model, she wanted to be an iron lady!
Who says women can't govern!
And…
Casare is the thigh she needs to hold, or it can be said to be the ladder for her promotion!
Upon hearing the order, George Smiley responded, got up and made a phone call. When he came back, he nodded towards the boss to indicate that it was done.
"Come!"
Victor stood up, "Drink!"
The prison system immediately became busy after receiving the call.
There are four prisons in Mexico City, located in the southeast, northwest and northwest. Due to needs, they were expanded during the Popovich era. Each prison can accommodate more than 5,000 people.
Plateau prison.
Warden Kelton Torres, wearing a hat and followed by wolf-like prison guards, rushed into the prison. The criminals who were already sleepy due to labor reform were woken up. They opened their eyes and looked at the prisoners standing outside. The policeman, who was blocked by the reflection, was shaking in his heart.
"Evan, Frank, Elio..." The prison guard outside took the list and called the names. He raised his eyes and said, "Come out."
The drug dealer's legs were shaking when he was named, which was completely inconsistent with their tall and thick appearance.
There was a drug dealer with a wrinkled old face who immediately collapsed on the ground, and the smell of urine rushed out.
"No no!! I won't come out!!! What mistake did I make? I worked diligently. What mistake did I make!"
Why did this come out of the mouth of a drug dealer, then. . . Funny?
When two prison guards came in, they dragged him. The other prisoner was still holding on to the corner of the bed, screaming, and they broke off his fingers and dragged him away.
"Don't kill me!!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong!!"
There was only one criminal left in the prison of twenty people. He was sitting upright and trembling.
"Go to bed early and get up to work tomorrow." I said to the prison guard, patting the railing.
Du Miao immediately threw herself into bed!
He curled up his body and kept mumbling, hearing gunshots coming from outside.
He shuddered, but suddenly felt lucky that he was not selling drugs, he was just committing a fraud.
A few minutes later, sobbing sounded from the bed.
well. .
Victor's soldiers were not too polite and frightened everyone else.
But it is indeed in line with humanism. As for leeks, you have to cut off a batch first, but there is no shortage anyway.
Just to let these drug-trafficking bastards know what a special surprise is!
They must have died wondering why they were suddenly pulled out and shot.
It was General Victor who pulled out and shot a group of people in order to celebrate the birthday of his good brother.
This kind of activity should be done more often in the future.
The night slowly becomes darker.
Victor, who had drunk too much, was helped into the car and waved to Casare who was seeing him off outside.
After the car started, when the attendant was about to wipe him with a wet wipe, Victor's eyes suddenly cleared up and he said calmly, "Let's go."
"Keep an eye on this Haili'er and check it carefully."
"When a beautiful woman finds an ugly man, she will always want something, whether it's his life or his money."
Casare;? ? ? ?
(End of chapter)