Chapter 430: Chaebols are like leeks to warlords!
Office on the top floor of the National Palace.
Victor tapped his fingers lightly on the table and was on the phone. On the other end, Pentagon Defense Secretary Donald was impassioned, "You have gone too far. People on Wall Street are very dissatisfied with you. How many people are you complaining about?" There was a big fuss over the chaebol.”
"Many plutocrats who came to the United States criticized you in the news. Do you know how much this has affected your reputation?"
"American capital thinks that you do not welcome them at all. They Call you a tyrant"
“Many institutions have even listed you as one of the countries that cannot be invested in!”
Donald said a bit bitterly:
“If you want to develop, you cannot do without them.”< br>
Victor's hand paused, "Wall Street, what is it?"
" Capital is a dog. If there is a 20% profit, capital will be ready to take risks. If there is a 100% profit, capital will dare to take risks. The danger. If there is a profit of 300%, capital will dare to trample all laws in the world.”
There was a strong disdain in his tone, "Even if they know that I hold a butcher's knife, they are reluctant to leave Mexico's large market of 140 million people. The plutocrats are high in the clouds, pointing at the people below and looking down at everything. I want to pull them down. , Tell them, you can make money, but you can only take it if I want to give it to you."
"You can't take it if I don't give it to you!"
"Sir, the United States is like a country. A stupid pig threatened by capital, and Mexico No, capital is the pig, and the plutocrats are the pigs. I was not happy, so I pulled them out and killed a few of them. Do you know what I got from the blood given by the 11 plutocrats? "
Victor's tone was firm. , "I gained the loyalty of the soldiers, With the love of the people, I got a sum of money that can rebuild basic facilities, and capital, as long as it is given time, it will slowly grow back like leeks. "
This is what I said. Donald was stunned for a moment.
It turns out...
For warlords, capitalists are leeks, right?
The old man really wants to refute and say, don’t you think this is very bad for your image?
On second thought, Victor’s current image is just two words: Nervous!
But he felt that what the other party said really made sense.
Capital is not a person or an organization, but a form. As long as there are people, there will be no shortage of capital.
"Mr. Donald, the most indispensable thing in Mexico is not the plutocrats, but me." Victor said meaningfully.
The old defense chief opened his mouth half-opened, wanting to speak, but he lacked confidence when he said it, "Then you can't wait until capital grows up and just keep using violence, right?"
"Who? Whoever controls violence controls money, not whoever controls money controls violence. If you say white, he is white. If I say black, he is black. If I say you destroy the market, you will destroy the market. Isn’t it easy to get evidence? "
"When the fire is not burning? When it comes to oneself, capital always thinks of luck, not unity.”
This makes sense.
Look at India, which has been trapping foreign investment for 60 years...
Is Vodafone great?
India almost lost, they just changed the law, hey, guess what? The government won. Although this pig-killing plan has made many people not want to invest in India, but look, when will there be a shortage of investors?
People would jump into it even if they knew it was a cesspool.
The geographical location of Mexico also determines that if you want to do business in North America, you cannot avoid it, especially after Victor expanded the ports, the number of ocean ports in northern and southern Baja California has changed from the original 3 to 8, and he also plans to carry out economic development. Model port.
In other words, when you order goods from here, you don’t need any tax, you just need to fill out a form. The main purpose is to stimulate the surrounding economy.
There are many people coming.
Donald saw that Victor was a little bit like a beetle, so he had no intention of continuing to argue with him about this matter.
“Just know it yourself.”
"When the recent election is over, there will be further discussions on U.S.-Mexico relations."
Victor raised his eyebrows, "The trend of the Republican Party is not optimistic recently..."
The two couples there Under the offensive, they are retreating steadily. Almost no one can fight. The only one who can fight is still lying in the hospital. It is said that he vomited blood last night.
The old defense minister was quiet for a moment, "Politics is the art of compromise. No matter what, the position of defense minister is mine."
Victor smiled when he heard this, "I wish you good luck. .”
After hanging up the phone, he began to think quietly. The only sound in the office was his breathing, as if he had expected large-scale riots since the shooting of a candidate in the mayoral election in Hampton, Virginia. and assassination.
But he was pressed down by a "mysterious force".
It seems...
The two parties in the United States are still exercising restraint.
But Victor is worthy no matter who comes to power. If you want peace, I will give you peace. If you want to play, I will stud with you.
If you don't give me satisfactory benefits, I will knock the table off!
Dingling bell~
The phone on the table quickly interrupted his thoughts.
“Hello~”
“General, I am Horatio. The latest battle situation is that Hezinter von Strawitz’s armored army has occupied the state of Morelos and captured it. The capital city of Cuernavaca”
Victor:? ? ?
He raised his head and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It read: 15:32.
Conquering a state in six hours, starting at 9 a.m.?
Are you kidding me!
Although the state of Morelos is not large, with only more than 4,800 square kilometers, this area is actually equivalent to a medium-sized prefecture-level city in China, much smaller than the capital city, and equivalent to Wuxi.
But for you to fight it off in six hours, is that too exaggerated?
Don’t you need time on the road?
Or is there no resistance?
"Is the record true?"
"Really, aerial reconnaissance showed that Cuernavaca was indeed captured. The militia stationed there, which originally numbered more than 600 people, all withdrew towards the south. Now, people on the streets are beating gongs and drums to welcome us.”
Victor's tone suddenly increased, with a smile on his face, "Okay! Well done, six hours, six hours to capture Morelos. You should be the first to achieve success. Tell Commander Strawitz that when he comes back, I will Congratulations to him.”
“Okay!”
Victor got up from the chair and walked around to the map hanging on the wall. With Morelos in hand, Mexico City no longer has to worry about changes. Being on the front line of the war, the safety level is much higher.
He put his hands on his hips, lit a cigarette for himself, and slapped his palms heavily on several southern states, with a look of confidence "between his butt and his hands" flooding his face.
The troops who have received benefits are real officers.
In fact, Commander Hezint von Strawitz was a little at a loss. He led the armored corps on a rampage, but felt that the tanks were not fast enough in this plateau area, so he ordered deputy commander Kurt Konispey to lead the tanks behind. Clean up.
He bypassed the city in front of him and led a regiment straight to Cuernavaca. The road was smooth and he did not encounter any attacks. When he reached the city, he saw this scene. .
Hundreds of people stood on the main road into the city, cheering and holding a bust of Victor, as well as banners that had been prepared in advance.
“Warmly welcome government troops to Cuernavaca!”
“Long live General Victor!”
Some people even took flowers and threw them on the military vehicles that came in first...
Eating pots of pulp to welcome the king's division!
"General, general..." When Hezint von Strawitz got out of the car, the guard held his gun nervously and looked around vigilantly. Suddenly an old man ran away When I got to him, I knelt down with a plop, shouted loudly and sternly, and lay on the ground, "Why did you come now?"< br>
“If you had come earlier, my son would not have been beaten to death by drug dealers.”
The guard stood in front of Strawitz. He looked at the crying old man, Feeling uncomfortable, I lightly patted the guard's shoulder to signal him not to be nervous. He walked over and bent down to help him up with both hands.
There was a look on his face. There was no fleshiness on the other person's arm!
It's like...two bamboo poles.
Hezint von Strawitz looked around in confusion, and everyone looked disheveled.
“General!”
“We are suffering, the drug dealers don’t treat us as human beings at all. They ask us to shovel all the food and grow raw materials, but they don’t care at all. Our rations are only one bag of less than 30 kilograms of corn for two weeks.”
The old man was still crying and gesturing with his fingers, "My little grandson starved to death less than 3 days after he was born. He weighed less than 5 pounds when he died!!!"
"Drug dealer" Let my daughter-in-law transport drugs to them, cut her belly open alive, remove her organs, and stuff them with drugs, ah!”
When he said this, he beat his chest and beat his feet, almost losing his breath, and his cry was twitching:
“My son was beaten to death by them, right in front of my eyes. Cut off your head and throw it into my arms.”
(——Excerpted from the true words of a Guatemalan refugee).
Strawitz and the soldiers around him were silent...
He felt his chest tremble.
This "Spring City", which is less than 85 kilometers away from Mexico City, is actually doing so poorly?
The South is hell.
Their class is simply twisted.
Drug dealers>officials>civilians>useless refugees!
The militia formed were more like their private army. When they saw something was wrong, they would protect them and run away.
Strawitz helped the old man up and wiped the dust off his knees. Looking at the hundreds of people, he stood on the Hummer and said, "Listen to me, everyone. I understand what happened to you, don’t worry, those bastard drug dealers will definitely die!”
< br>“We are going to drown them in the latrine!”
“Don’t worry, the general’s troops are here. You no longer have to worry about anyone standing on top of us. Bol, take us away. Give them all the food you need.”
The guard was startled, opened his mouth, and finally nodded vigorously, "Yes!"
"Children, eat." A female health worker accompanying the army took out two sausages and a piece of chocolate from her backpack. These are all quick ways to replenish energy, he said to a skinny child.
The other party was very sloppy, his face was stained with snot and sticky substances from unknown objects, he was barefoot, and he looked like a poor man without any value at first glance.
He was alone, even in autumn, still wearing thin clothes, standing by timidly, at a loss.
When the sausage and chocolate were handed over, he raised his head, and the sunlight behind her made her face unclear.
The child licked his tongue and looked around helplessly.
“Take it and eat it.”
The female hygienist tore open the sausage and handed it to him. She looked at him, thought for a moment, took out another red scarf from her backpack, and put it on The children surrounded him with frightened and panicked eyes, and used disinfectant cotton swabs to wipe off the dirt on his face.
Looking at the clean and tender face, the female hygienist nodded with satisfaction, "No matter what happens in the future, you must be clean. Life may be fucked, but living has meaning and a future, right? ”
Said, patted his head, turned and left with a smile.
"You...what's your name?" the little boy asked suddenly.
“Look here, we are an army for the people.” The female health worker pointed to her armband.
The other party nodded in understanding.
He actually didn’t know why he was standing here. The neighbor next door said that he was going to meet the government troops and he would come if he had something to eat.
On that red scarf...
It smells so good.
He raised his head and looked at the troops, and a seed was planted in his little heart. When he grows up quickly, he must... must find the other party.
……
Yucatan. Merida. National Palace.
The phone on Arturo De Sena's desk kept ringing.
"What? The state of Morelos has fallen? Waste! Waste! Where are the local militia groups? Where are the local police? Where are the local armed forces? Let them easily enter the city government? Where is the governor? Shoot me! Shoot him!"
Bang!
His roar was heard in the office. He hung up the phone with a livid face and his mouth was still trembling. This was because he was angry. It didn't go well today.
Start by answering the phone early in the morning...
They all said that government troops raided and then... disappeared.
Asked them how they were doing, they said that the opponent's firepower was too strong and they all fell.
Don’t Arturo Desena still know what they are?
They all ran away.
He wanted to send Los Zetas over for a moment, but he hesitated and quickly gave up the idea. What a joke, this army is his lifeblood, if they are here What to do if the front line is defeated?
How do you fight for power?
The sons of Abrego from the Gulf Group pounced on them as soon as they were sure.
Hey~
Headache.
“Sir~”
The door was gently opened, and Endrik Vinicius, the "Deputy Minister of Defense" and "Minister of Foreign Affairs" of the southern government, walked in. His eyes flashed when he saw the documents scattered on the ground.
“What happened?”
“Another murder occurred against tourists in Cancun. This time a pair of Filipinos died. The local chamber of commerce expressed dissatisfaction and asked us to severely punish the murderers. , making it impossible for them to continue their business.”
“Fuck!”
Arturo DeSenato heard the curse.
A murderous maniac recently appeared in Cancun. The local police have no ability to deal with it. They are just a bunch of gangsters. How can they solve the case?
Even if you rely on the local intelligence of drug dealers, you still can't catch him...
The man seemed to fly out of nowhere.
Cancun’s tourism industry has been devastated. This is already the eighth murder case against foreigners.
“Just pick someone up and shoot him. We will tell the public that we have caught the murderer and go to the slums to look for him.”
Endric Vinicius nodded, "There are more and more homeless people on the street..."
"Do you want to tell me about this too?"
Artu Luo De Sena interrupted the other party rudely, "If you don't like them, just ask a forklift to shovel them out."
He obviously...has a temper.
He sat down on the chair, took the cigarette, and wanted to light himself up, but everything went wrong today. He lit the lighter several times, but nothing happened. He was so angry. It hit the wall and made an explosion.
People who heard the noise outside rushed in, "Sir..."
"Get out, get out!"
The guards looked at each other, and finally looked at Endrick, who slightly Nodding, the group of talents slowly exited.
Although Arturo usually looks vigorous and resolute, the more radical and unstable a person like this is, what's the use of a drug dealer even if he has been a prosecutor in a certain state. When something happens, you know how to yell.
It’s all trash!
Endrick was even more disdainful of him in his heart, but he still had a very humble expression on his face. He bent down and picked up the documents from the ground, "Sir, I also know about the three border states, but I don't think this is a bad thing. "
Arturo looked over with scarlet eyes.
The other party still lowered his head humbly and twisted his fat body, "Look, the nearest Cuernavaca is only 85 kilometers away from Mexico City. Our firepower is not as good as the Northern Army. If we If you put heavy troops there, you will be beaten and the losses will be more serious."
“The most important thing is that they are all from the Gulf Group from top to bottom, and our people can’t get in at all. After losing it, the ones who are most anxious are Qiujia and the others.”
< br>“After all, we can’t collect any tax from there.”
Arturo frowned, very anxious, "But Victor obviously has a tendency to go south. After conquering the three states, the land below will be almost flat. It won't be long before he can rush down."
"On the contrary, I There are different opinions, first "Sir, wars have been launched too frequently this year. Victor's supplies are a big problem. Even if he has money from a few chaebols, he still has a heavy burden."
Well. Derek started to analyze the game for him "I think they will stop and not go south again. What we have lost are three useless states."
"The first thing to do now is to kill Georgia first. , killing him will not be enough for other drug dealers If you are afraid, you will have the final say on the southern political power. When the time comes, we can gather our strength to fight Victor to the death."
"It is not certain who will win, the final victory is the real victory."
"If you think the tanks of the Northern Army are too fast, we can lay mines. We can lay 10,000, 100,000, or hundreds of thousands of mines on the border, which can hinder them for a long time."
This The trick is simply cruel.
No consideration was given to civilians.
Arturo Desena was obviously fooled into lameness by the dog-headed strategist. When he thought about it, he really was.
The depression in my chest couldn't help but become wider.
"You're right!"
"When will Giorgia go to Thailand?"
"The original plan was the day after tomorrow. By then, he would be in the east of the Chao Phraya River (Chao Phraya River) in Bangkok, Thailand. I met with Zhang Qifu’s people from Myanmar at a coffee shop on the shore to discuss the transportation of drugs.”
Zhang Qifu also has a stage name: Kunsha.
Arturo Desena's eyes flashed, "Send the news to the United Nations Anti-Narcotics Agency, and then send our people there. If he is not caught, find someone to kill him!"
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He couldn't wait any longer...
Half of the country had fallen into Victor's hands. If he wanted to resist, he had to discuss it with Giorgia. It was very unpleasant to live in partnership with others. He wanted to be the boss.
Many times history has taught us that there can only be one boss...
No matter which entrepreneurial organization will end up fighting each other internally.
“Don’t blame me, Giorgia.” Arturo Desena said with empty eyes.
Endric also had evil intentions. He lowered his head and tried not to laugh out loud.
Let's kill, let's have internal strife...
Those who are killed will all perish. When the time comes, I will benefit from the fishermen behind.
With so many people harboring strange ideas, a small political power will be destroyed sooner or later.
……
Colombo, Sri Lanka, international airport.
“Ding dong~”
The voice of air traffic control sounded in the airport, “I’m sorry to inform all passengers that due to force majeure, the airport will be temporarily closed and all flights will be cancelled. We Hotels and meals have been prepared for you. Please go and book a hotel under the guidance of the staff. I am very sorry.”
I also played it again in English.
Colombo is a tourist city with many backpackers.
After hearing this, many people were very dissatisfied and chirped.
One Indian guy even pushed the staff hard and shouted something unknown, but he was very emotional. The staff could only comfort them as much as possible.
"I want to go home today! Arrange a flight for me immediately, immediately, I order you!" A woman wearing sunglasses suddenly screamed loudly, "My father is the president of South Korea's Hanjin Group!"
The attendants standing next to her did not dare to speak.
唔唔唔~
A group of armed soldiers rushed to the terminal. The leader was a Sri Lankan lieutenant colonel. He obviously heard the woman's screams. He looked over with evil eyes and said in a deep voice, "From now on, the airport is under military control. Please follow the plan..."
"Damn it!"
"You pig, Assi, prepare a plane for me. I want to go back to South Korea. I will never come here again. This is a garbage place." The man who calls himself Han Jin The CEO's daughter suddenly rushed over and cursed.
There was still a strong smell of alcohol on her body, and she reached out to scratch the lieutenant colonel's face like a shrew, but he dodged it.
The Korean next to her quickly grabbed her and said nice things to her, but she still pointed arrogantly, "I will let my father kill you."
The Sri Lankan lieutenant colonel laughed angrily, raised his hand and slapped her, knocking her to the ground with a bang, kicked the opponent on the head, took the rifle from the soldier's hand, and hit the opponent hard on the head with the butt of the rifle. superior.
“A country founded on a US military base, why are you so arrogant!”
“Hanjin Group?”
“I’m a fucking Sri Lankan!”
After three or two blows, his head was bleeding.
"Come on, Assi, General, don't do anything, General..." The Koreans next to him shouted, but they were also pushed to the ground by the soldiers and started to fight.
The Sri Lankan lieutenant colonel looked around with evil eyes, and finally stopped on the Indian guy. The latter shivered and shrank his head.
"Is anyone still dissatisfied?"
No one said anything...
Look, you don't listen to the good things I say to you, and when you get beaten, you know it hurts.
Buzz buzz~
Passengers in the terminal heard the sound coming from outside. The engine was very heavy. They turned their heads one by one and saw the plane emerging from the clouds in the sky.
It is different from ordinary passenger planes...
They all have "fat heads and big ears".
“C-130! This is C-130!” A knowledgeable person exclaimed, “There are so many.”
Everyone looked at it in surprise.
Some children started counting, "One, two, three..."
But their parents quickly covered their mouths.
No wonder martial law is required. It turns out that the US military came to Sri Lanka?
What are they here for?
Some people subconsciously picked up their cameras and started taking pictures. They glanced at the army from the corner of their eyes and saw that they didn't stop them, and they became more courageous.
Under the control of the tower, the C-130 began to land and taxied safely.
When the cabin door opened and a beam of light came in, Erich Manstein took a long breath. It was only more than a day, but it felt like he had been there for a long time. The smell of the plane... was really unpleasant.
“Okay, get off the plane in order, everyone puts on their masks, and check to see if the badges have been cancelled.”
This is the requirement of the Sri Lankan military...
After all, it doesn’t sound good to say that foreign troops are coming to help you exterminate terrorist organizations. If the outside world doesn’t know who it is, wouldn’t it make you look better?
Small-headed melons are easy to use.
Tourists in the terminal saw armed men wearing "gangster hats" and clothes from unknown countries getting off the plane.
In the toilet on one side, the door was closed, and his eyes were fixed on the soldiers coming down. He picked up a phone and dialed a number.
“Hello.”
"The Mexicans are coming!"
......
(End of this chapter)