Chapter 466 "The times are not allowed to stop, sir ..."
"I disagree!"
Yican Island. Cancun.
In the conference room at this time, a man wearing glasses stood up angrily, pointed at Arturo Desena who was sitting in the main seat and roared.
The people next to me were all silent and didn't dare...
Didn't you see that "Loszels Commander" Abutro's face was all iron?
"Sit down! Iturbide, what are you going to do? Are you going to rebel?" Endrik Vinicius, the "Deputy Defense Minister" and "Foreign Minister" of the southern government, slammed the table, pointed at the other party and cursed.
But his eyes kept reminding him to stop talking.
My life will be in jeopardy later.
But the man named Iturbide was still very stubborn, "The war between Victor and the United States is a war of national subjugation and genocide. Even if we don't help, we still have to go north to attack Puebla. What kind of behavior is this?"
He tapped his fingers on the table hard, "Shameful! Despicable! American lackey!"
Every time he said a word, the faces of the people below him would tremble, and their hearts would tighten.
The eyes glanced at Eiturvid, and then looked at the boss, all lowered their heads.
"This person must be stupid because of reading..."
Iurvid is the Minister of Culture of the Southern Government. He has influence in the Mexican literary and educational circles. Go south.
But he ...
Very old -fashioned!
Very, very hatred.
But after the southern government knew that he was coming, they sent people to invite him to join them again and again.
They were all rejected by Iturbide.
But you drug dealers also know that they will not give up until they achieve their goals and threaten to kill his whole family if he does not cooperate!
A scholar who is also afraid of bullets, he had no choice but to hold his nose and take the position of Minister of Culture.
No matter what, just three days of fishing for two days, but this meeting, Abutro Derner intends to sneak in Victor's site when the "American -Mexico Battle".
This made Iurvid very dissatisfied.
"Shut up !!"
Endric Vinicius yelled, and then looked at Arturo Desena, "Boss, that's not what he meant..."
"What does he mean?" The latter's eyes were gloomy, pinching his fist, holding on the anger, and the corner of his eyes pumped.
He sat in this position. No one dared to stare at himself except the bays of the Gulf Group.
"That's what I mean!" Iturbide stood up straight, with a red face and thick neck. "I! I don't agree to attack Victor. This will make us lose the support of the people and make all Mexicans hostile to us."
"If you want to do this, you are a rape in Mexico history. Everyone will spit at your body in the future ..."
Bang!
A gunshot!
The person sitting below covered his ears in fear, startled.
Abutro Derner shot a pistol with a pistol, and the muzzle faced Iurvid, gritted his teeth, "I don't believe your bones can be harder than bullets."
"I don't allow our own people to stab us in the back when the country is in crisis. Do you really like being American slaves so much?"
Iturbide puffed out his chest, "I'm done, you shoot."
"Boss..." Endric Vinicius looked nervously.
This cannot be killed.
He represents the academic faction...
If you want to be the ruling class, they can't move. As for Victor?
He is crazy!
Obviously Abutro Derner went on, scolded, and shot the bullet at the other party!
Iurvid opened his eyes, his body fell heavyly on the ground, his glasses fell on one side, and it was instantly covered by blood.
"Who else disagrees!"
Arturo Desena's scarlet eyes swept across everyone and asked sternly.
Everyone he stared at lowered their heads.
"That's it, the logistics is ready, the army cancels the holiday, the meeting will be scattered!"
He pushed the chair with a somber face and left directly.
But ...
He didn't find that he didn't follow him alone.
Endric Vinicius looked at Iturbide on the ground and shook his head, "Let someone bury him properly."
As he spoke, he squatted down and closed the other person's staring eyes.
He sighed and walked out of the conference room.
After he left too.
Only the ministers who were still sitting dared to look at each other cautiously.
No one said anything, but everyone was a little sad.
This is the fourth minister Arturo has killed!
Since Qiaojia's face with Gulf Group, the Southern Government is equivalent to ... internal division.
The boss is also becoming more and more schizophrenic.
Although some Colombian madman Burello stopped the further conflict behind him, it was clear that the two sides had been old and dead.
Regarding the incident in Thailand, the trust between both parties has completely disappeared.
Therefore, the so -called north and south confrontation has become a three -legged tripod!
Doesn't Arturo Desena know what consequences this situation will have?
Because he knew, he couldn't help it.
If we don’t take advantage of this moment to give Victor a sap, if he wins the Mexican-American War, it will be a disaster for the South...
It's a nightmare!
Victor will definitely hit the south in 1992.
After he returned to the office, he locked the door.
He took out a Bible from the drawer with a phone number inside, and he dialed it.
Two times, someone on the opposite side took it up.
"Hey, is this Mr. Pizza? Yes, help me. I need a batch of missiles, a big one?"
Arturo De Sena hesitated for a moment and nodded, "No problem, Asian, yes, guaranteed to be virgin, okay, drugs are no problem, I'll send them to you."
"Small goods are not easy to do now."
"No, no, no, Mr. Pizza, don't worry. If you wait for me for a week, I will get you 100, yes! It must be, this missile..."
Arturo De Sena was delighted when he heard the confirmation from the opposite party, "Okay, thank you! Thank you, sir."
After the other party hung up the phone, he hung up.
On a heavenly drug dealer, I saw charming just now.
Abutro Derner leaned back and gave himself a cigarette.
His eyes were deep, and after he finished smoking the cigarette, he stood up, pressed the phone, and said, "Call Javier in."
Soon, a black man with dreadlocks walked in, with a tattoo on his face, like...an eye.
"Boss."
The first of Abutro was handed over a cigarette to the other party. "You go to the welfare home to pick 100 skin better. Children who have no birthmark on the outside and send it to Canada."
This Harveil is his "confidant" and specializes in gray production.
"Boss, orphans ... We all used it, all of which were sold, and all of them were sold. The not good -looking has chopped their legs to ask for food. This ... there are not many orphans." The other party said embarrassed.
"No orphans?"
"Then go steal and rob! Isn't it up to us to decide whether you are an orphan or not?"
Abutro pointed at the other side, his eyes were fierce, "That group of crushing and play is comfortable, we only want to give us what we want."
Javier scratched his head and frowned, "The north has been severely punished recently, and many of my men have been beaten to death."
"Then go to Guatemala, Brazil, Germany, and Europe. No matter what, 100 small goods are found for me."
“Victor thinks that by mobilizing public opinion and letting people know about the Red Shoe Club, he can make those powerful people step down?”
"The real hell has just opened up. They are just the people who are brought out to take the blame, and the powerful... just changed their address from the United States to Canada, that's all."
"As long as I have their support, I have the possibility of making a comeback!"
The drug trafficking business has been hit hard recently, with the "Two Lions on the Earth" crowding the Latin American and European markets. Because of this, the drug addicts often fight with the "reckless men" from the Golden Triangle.
Therefore, "Loszesas" is now part -time ... population trafficking and smuggling.
Arturo De Sena took out a stack of U.S. dollars from the drawer and threw it over, "I hope you will do well."
Looking at Aburo, who was crazy, Harvery opened his mouth, but did not dare to speak, he nodded sullenly.
Silently he collected the money.
He looked at Franklin's disgusting face, but felt very comfortable ...
US dollars ... Amen!
For the sake of money, God will let me go to heaven after death.
…
"I want to give the U.S. noble aircraft air strikes at the United States at the memorial service. Is there any way?"
Victor supported the table with both hands and looked at the information war expert Hermut Mochi.
Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener and Deputy Chief of Staff Edward Fritz Blomberg raised their brows when they heard this.
It seems ...
The general has tasted the sweetness.
"General, don't hide it, I have also thought about penetrating into the United States with drones, but we thought about it, and it was difficult to achieve it."
"PCHELA-T2 bombardment of unmanned long degree and width is close to two meters. The radar can be seen clearly. Even if we break through the radar scan on the border line and want to fly to Washington, we lack the transit station ..."
"Does that mean it's technically unreachable?"
There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!
Hermut Mochi nodded with a sneer.
He also had some regrets.
If you fire one at someone's memorial service, no matter whether it hits anyone or not, Americans will definitely lose face!
Victor frowned...
"Actually, I personally have a clumsy opinion."
Edward Friz Blomburg said softly.
It immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"I'm not so sure..."
"It's okay, just say it. Speak boldly. We are not like the United States. We are not democratic at all." Victor said with a smile.
Between Bolomburg, he bowed his head and coughed, moisturizing his throat, "We can use ... toy plane."
"As long as some high-performance bombs are stuffed into the aircraft, bombing can be carried out at short or medium distances."
"Our existing technology can achieve a gamepad to operate multiple toy aircraft?"
The office was quiet.
The whole Bolomburg was a little overwhelmed and laughed, "I just propose a means not to be very mature."
Victor looked at the other person... more and more like a terrorist.
Isn't this the method that some people in the Middle East like to use?
Of course, there are definitely differences between small drones and toy airplanes, but there are three issues.
Can you fly?
Can you put a bomb in it?
Can it explode?
As for the accuracy of whether to explode or not, it is typically left to fate.
Cheap…
Do you want a bicycle at dozens of dollars?
"This proposal is good, but just a problem, the toy aircraft in the distance is at a distance of up to six or seven hundred meters. If it is a memorial service, the protection methods and police forces will definitely radiate more than a thousand kilometers ..." >
Hermut Momi frowned and asked the center's question directly.
This is a bit tricky.
You can't fly...
No matter how good the method is, it is of no use.
Victor frowned and held the cigarette in his mouth.
"It would be nice if... one of the activities at the memorial service was flying a toy airplane," Horatio Herbert Kitchener joked.
It can be said that the speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention...
Victor raised his head and looked at him, his eyes were bright, "You are right."
"Huh? General, I was just joking." Horatio waved his hand hurriedly.
"We can't decide the problem of the program list."
"Who said that?"
"Do you forget that Heinrich Louisant?"
Nine -headed snake!
"He must have a way to get it. No one can think that the CIA boss is a nine -headed snake. Is it not easy to get some means in it?"
Several people looked at each other.
"You can try!"
"The staff immediately made a plan, and all departments cooperated unconditionally. When will their memorial service be held?" Victor asked.
"February 15th." Lieutenant General Breomburg replied.
"How many days have you left it there? Are you no longer afraid of the smell?"
Victor's first thought was this, killed on the 2nd, memorial service on the 15th?
Tsk tsk tsk...
Rich people are good, the ice coffin can be put for so long.
"There are only a few days left, today is the 9th, and the schedule will be released before the 11th."
The two staff officers looked at each other helplessly and stood up in unison, "Promise to complete the mission!"
"Don't say that I'm too impatient. As long as it's done well, you won't lose the credit. It doesn't matter if you want military spending or personnel. Funds for the second half of the year will be given to you first."
Victor waved his hand and signaled them to sit down.
"Of course, don't be too reluctant to do this kind of thing. I am very satisfied with killing a lion root. I am the main problem now ..."
He said, his eyes slightly drawn in, "How about taking the opportunity to swallow up the southern government!"
"General, this ... fighting our pressure on both sides is too great. If one party collapses, it is a dangerous ending." Huo Leixiao did not agree with this approach.
"Yeah, if we war again with drug dealers, we can only move now the 5th Army, the first, third, and fourth arms are playing local, and many people are hiding in the ravine, and they are waiting for the opportunity to make trouble." Bolomburg also responded.
The U.S. military dare not say two -sided operations ...
Victor got up and walked in front of the map to signal them.
"I know my opponent, the bunny drug dealers in the south will definitely fall into the lower stone. Instead of being passive, it is better to take the initiative. Isn't it good to have a good relationship with the local guerrillas in Guatemala? Let them attack the opponents from the East. Our 5th Army The third army stationed in Gralo directly goes south with a thunder! "
"Use a pincer-shaped offensive, attack from both sides, quickly occupy Oaxaca and Veracruz, and hold the Tehuantepec Canyon. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. The terrain is like a small waist. With firepower, it can be completely defended. It’s impossible for them to come out.”
"We then recruited 15,000 militiamen from the seven northern states to set up a reserve division to cooperate with the local National Guard to suppress the local area, and ordered Erich Falkenhan, commander of the Second Army stationed in Guadalajara, to lead his troops north to support the United States. Mo battlefield.”
Victor pointed to the map to tell them his plans.
"Didn't Cuba support 20,000 of us?"
"Those 20,000 people were trained by the Soviet Union and performed well in the Angolan Civil War. They were deployed to Juarez and were under the command of Rommel, the 4th Army. Then the entire border had more than 200,000 soldiers. The United States wanted to eat us in one bite. Impossible, as long as there is a stalemate, victory belongs to us.”
"The international column's troops followed the troops south to attack the southern drug dealer government and liberate the whole territory!"
Victor squinted.
"Our strategic intention has never been to capture the United States, but to hold them to death at the border. As long as we capture the south, we can sit down and negotiate."
Liberate the United States?
Dogs will bite when they are anxious.
What if they are cornered and dropped an atomic bomb on you?
We haven't reached the last step yet.
Or ...
The American elites are a little afraid of death. They know that if they use that thing, Victor will really launch intercontinental missiles towards Wall Street and Yellowstone Park.
The people wearing shoes were reluctant to fight with their feet.
North America is a wolf and a tiger.
Both sides are exercising restraint...
No way...
Too close, open the door to see each other.
You can rely on various means to bully Iraq on the Gulf battlefield, but... it won't work when facing Mexico.
"What do you think?"
Huo Lexiao's qi and embarrassing eyebrows, "We have to go back to discuss this."
He still didn't dare to decide.
Victor also understood the danger, and he didn't urge it, but let the Staff Department discuss it.
"Time does not allow us to stop, sir ..."
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(End of this chapter)