Chapter 447 Justice is also a business!

Chapter 447 Justice is also a business!

National Palace.

Victor wore glasses and took a pen to scribble on the name. When he was quiet, he received a phone call. His hand shook and he scribbled on the name in one go...

Frowning slightly.

Forget it, it’s all painted, let’s kill it!

Anyway, everyone on this list will die.

The phone kept ringing and he picked it up.

"General, there is a call coming from the United States and I hope to speak to you."

"Get in."

The other person responded, and after two rings, a familiar and tired voice came, "Victor, enough trouble."

Emperor Wei paused and frowned, "Mr. Rumsfeld, what nonsense are you talking about?"

This was not the first time that the old man had done something wrong. When Victor started to name the capitalists one by one, his tone was commanding, asking him to stop this "immoral" assassination.

I was hung up on. I called several times but didn't answer. The authority to answer the phone was transferred to the Secretariat.

After hearing his words, Rumsfeld couldn't help but complain, "Do you know how much trouble you have caused me! You are challenging a class. They asked me to launch a war against you. Do you want to You know, I’ve saved you a lot of trouble.”

"Then I would like to thank you." Victor said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Who told you to start a war? Tell me and I will shut him up for you."

The old man almost didn't lift his breath.

"Don't you understand what I mean? You must, must stop this behavior, otherwise..."

"What else?"

Emperor Wei's tone was harsh, "Are you going to threaten me? From what angle are you threatening me!"

"Rumsfeld, let me tell you, those dirty politicians are mixed with capital. Do you think what they are doing is right?"

"There is no business under the sun, Victor, you know, this matter will never be completely slaughtered. Even if you kill them all, new people will come up, and they control the world economy. You are the enemy of the world, you It’s asking for death!”

"If the world has always been so dirty, then let the earth be buried with it."

Rumsfeld's brows were trembling and he was beating faster than a typewriter. He seemed to have thought of something and took a breath. Listening to the busy tone coming from the other end of the phone, his chest felt a little painful and he was frowning.

He is indeed under a lot of pressure...

The capitalists who had been tickled by the King of Hell had been scared to death for a long time. In just one week, more than 40 powerful people with huge influence in the world died...

Even on the Internet, someone initiated a poll and would come up with ten people. What these ten people had done was clearly written down. Each one looked at it with gnashing of teeth, and then let the netizens choose who to kill first.

This has become a national carnival game.

The American BBC radio and television found a legal expert, who shouted in pain, "This is the regression of human civilization, and this is a challenge to justice."

Then after he left the show, he was kidnapped. His body was found at the door of the police station the next day. It had been tortured into a human shape, with evidence of his guilt written on the side in big-character posters.

It has made people panic, and even if the BBC finds people to speak out, they are afraid to speak out.

The top elite circles in Europe and the United States were scared of being killed by barbarians. They could only ask their grandfather to sue their grandmother, and then vigorously develop the security around them, so much so that the price of security soared during this period.

A rich man spent tens of millions of dollars to find a team of retired poster commandos to protect him, and they were the kind of people who could legally hold guns.

The entire social order has entered a state of carnival and tension.

Rumsfeld was cornered and wanted to ask Victor to stop, but the other person's last words made him feel scared...

Is Mexico conducting a "tectonic movement" experiment? ?

No, no, we must find out!

Victor, who hung up the phone on the other end, suppressed his smile and said, "It's not that."

Even during the honeymoon period with the Rumsfeld family, this must be done. He must reverse the situation in this era. Although Mexico is increasing its international influence, in North America, the United States is still the "white moonlight" for some refugees.

Many people consider him a "savior."

This has brought them a steady stream of talents and labor. Relevant Mexican departments have predicted that after the fall of the Soviet Union, the national strength of the United States will increase exponentially.

What Victor has to do is to kill the American filter before the Soviet Union collapses!

You say it is heaven, but I say it is hell, a hell where capital does whatever it wants and the poor howl in misery!

You say that the government over there is connected with the people and I want to show you how much collusion there is between government and businessmen? !

Break the filter, step on the "face" of the United States and ascend to the "sacred throne", and create a good impression of Mexico as "hating evil as much as hatred".

Victor has seen the benefits of personality and traffic, and this "hype" is just a little bit useless.

Then we can only ask those rubbish to die.

Under the leadership of the navy, Mexico's reputation has slowly changed from a "country of drug dealers". More people say that Victor's methods are just to maintain peace.

Have you ever seen him bullying civilians?

Victor looked at the time on the wall...

December 11, 1991.

The Soviet Union... doesn't have much time left to live.

He took a deep breath, held down the phone, "Tell Casare to make the next plan and speed up."

"Understood." The other end was connected to the Internal Affairs Office.

On December 12, an article titled "Is the President of the United States for the World or for Capital?" "The article caused an uproar after it was published by the Mexican News Agency...

Question them from above...

In their eyes, what are the people? If you think they are bugs, please send them to Mexico. Here, they are people, they are people with emotions, peace-loving people who want to live a good life.

Send it to everyone for free, and the pressure from public opinion will instantly increase.

Don’t you Americans like to play wars of public opinion?

The one I hit was the old master.

As a result, Zi Zhidun, who is new to the stage, has a head as big as an ox.

He was on the phone, shouting a lot, "No, no, no, you want me to shoulder this responsibility, Fake Squid, what are you talking about! You want me to be the first one?" A president who will leave immediately after taking office?”

"This is simply outrageous. Do you think the United States can afford to throw this person away?"

"We need someone to take responsibility..."

Zip paused, furious, "Then why me!"

"Wouldn't it be enough to kill Victor? As long as he is dead, no one will care about this kind of thing anymore."

The capital representative was on the other end of the phone. He laughed when he heard this, "Kill him? Then you might as well get a gun and kill yourself. The military won't take action."

"Then use mercenaries, recruit them, and then enter from the southern and eastern regions of Mexico, catch him off guard, confuse the situation, and then send a small team to assassinate him. The military is stubborn, so there is nothing you can do about it?"

Zipperton is very eloquent. After all, he is a lawyer. "He is just a piece of candy. We must get rid of him. Otherwise, if we escape this time, what about next time? What about next time?"

"Using mercenaries, we will cause destruction and bring Mexico into chaos."

Good guy, this is a typical example. Even if I die, I still have to drag you down. Even if I shit my pants, I still have to make you look like shit.

The other party was silent for a while and then said, "I will convey this matter to them. The specific operation will be decided by them. You and I are friends. William, you... better be mentally prepared, but I hope you will use your relationship."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone. Zipton angrily tore off the phone on the table and threw it on the ground. He, who was very gentleman to others, was full of obscenities and was very angry.

When the door suddenly opened, he turned his head sharply and wanted to yell angrily, but when he saw the person coming, he suddenly became excited.

"Diane!"

He looked at his wife helplessly like a child, his eyes not daring to look at her, a little erratic.

A typical liar, his whole life depends on one word: lying.

Seeing him like that, Diane Rodham said expressionlessly, "Get out."

The secretary who followed behind him hurriedly ran out, closing the door behind him.

There were only two people left in the room, and Zipton felt uncomfortable all over. He hated this kind of atmosphere, but he didn't dare to speak loudly to his wife. To be honest, if it weren't for her, he would have been a prisoner long ago.

"Here, someone wants to destroy me. If you can't bear it, I, I... we can divorce..."

Diane Rodham put out her hand to block his words.

"No, I will not divorce, I will help you continue to sit in this position."

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Zizi was stunned for a moment, but then he grabbed her hand excitedly, "Diane, you are so good to me, I swear...I will definitely change it in the future."

"I want you to do something."

"You said."

"Say in any public place that I am your only wife, we are very loving."

"No problem."

Diane Rodham took out her hand, nodded, took out the contract from the briefcase and handed it over, "Then sign it."

"Sign...sign?"

Zipperton picked up the contract and looked at it, his eyes trembled, it said that Diane Rodham was recognized as his first legal heir...

"No...it doesn't have to be like this." He sneered, but after meeting Diane Rodham's eyes, he signed quickly. He could not lose his position as president.

After he finished signing, the latter grabbed it, looked at it, stuffed it into his briefcase and left. He stopped when he reached the door and said, "Remember, we are a legal couple."

Zizier opened his mouth, and finally lowered his head in despair. He was not an idiot. He actually understood what the other party meant.

I don't care if you cheated or not, I do care, I am the only first lady!

I want my husband to be president.

I want to use your position to help me realize my political ideals.

Diane Rodham is a very typical heroine. If anyone has read her information, they will know that her goal is very accurate. Is she interested in zippers?

No, she just thinks that the other person has potential, and she also believes that she can send him to become the president, that's all.

The story of an investor and her product.

My daughter is not a zipper...it doesn't look like it.

He sat in the presidential chair, the panic in his eyes finally calmed down a lot, and the emptiness in his heart suddenly arose. He hesitated and pressed the phone, "Lewinsky, come to my office."

Diane Rodham took a long breath as she walked out of the White House.

She got into a BMW and Foster, with whom she had an affair, sat inside.

"Is it going well?"

"It went very well. He is like a giant baby who needs his mother now." Diane Rodham said without any respect for her husband. She rubbed her head, "I have to wipe her butt again, can you?" Help me?”

She said looking at Foster expectantly.

But the other party's expression was very calm...

Then he shook his head and said, "Sorry, Diane, you should know that I don't have the ability."

"It's okay." The woman smiled reluctantly, of course she understood.

Seeing his beloved woman like that, Foster felt a little uncomfortable. He pondered for a moment, "There is nothing you can do with anyone, because a wolf is always watching. The best way is to negotiate with the wolf."

"You mean, looking for Mexicans?"

Diane Rodham frowned.

"I have to admit that none of us can compare to Victor when it comes to playing with public opinion. His method of stirring up people's emotions is unique."

"Then we can't sanction him on the Internet?"

Foster looked at him, and Diane Rodham also knew that she just asked a nonsense question, and her step was slow. In fact, every step was too slow.

Now if you make something that others have eaten, can you be better than others?

Suddenly, for a moment, the woman thought of a figure, that fat man...

When I went to Mexico, the look in his eyes made me feel "occupied".

"You don't have much time, so do it as soon as possible if you can."

"I understand." Diane Rodham said softly.

Of course, Casare didn't know that he had been targeted. He was busy in the office without touching the floor. There was writing on the wall: Seize time with the United States.

"Invest another 2 million US dollars. Just tell the propaganda department that you will send out some videos today and then guide the trolls to attack, mainly targeting government figures."

After he signed the document, he handed it to the secretary and said.

"Okay, sir, here is another piece of news about a nationwide crackdown..."

“After the Ciudad Piedras incident, the remaining states launched severe sweeps, and whales were found in the whale sanctuaries of Huachnera in Sonora and El Biscaino in Baja California Sur. Two small drug-transporting submarines and several large warehouses containing drugs ready to be transported through the port.”

"A total of 16,711 unclaimed corpses and 77 tons of various drugs have been seized across the country. Local officials have also been investigated, including 7 mayors and one deputy governor."

"Where is the army?" Casare asked hurriedly.

The secretary hesitated, "There have been traces of people buying drugs in the local army."

"!!!"

"Let Defense Secretary Kennedy send a letter to the troops, and let them conduct self-examination. If they find anything, they will be dealt with seriously and the whole army will be notified!"

"Also, the first batch of personal secretaries have been placed everywhere. They have opened my eyes. If anything happens, I will open my eyes. If they want to be promoted, they will catch their boss's problems for me."

Sixty people were recruited from the military, colleges and intelligence bureaus. They were all trained and knew where to look.

The Sword of Damocles was finally released.

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(End of chapter)