Chapter 489 I just want to be a good person.
"From the future, this will be your office. If you need it, you can transfer the logistical department to the landline 008. This phone is directly connected to the general's office."
Victor's secretary Trough ·Jongge said, pointing to several phone calls on the table.
Anger Urenia took a look and found that the area was about 60 square meters, with an office area of 40 square meters and a seating area of 20 square meters.
It is also equipped with computers, air conditioners, bookcases with world famous works, and the Mexican flag is pasted on the walls.
Of course he was satisfied.
This is nearly twice as big as Clinton's presidential office.
"Oh, by the way, in the villa area of the senior officials on the back mountain of the National Palace, No. 23 is yours. The staff are cleaning now. I will give you the key first. The Secret Service has equipped you with a special car and Drivers and bodyguards, if you need to recruit staff yourself, you need to be reviewed by the Interior Bureau.”
Trough Jonge said and took out the key and handed it to him.
"Mexico...is still sent a villa?"
Angel was really surprised.
"Don't all GCism have to be confiscated?"
Trout Jogger raised his eyebrows when he heard this and said in a very academic tone, "ism has never been a sensible person." According to the script, Mexico has its own national conditions. Don't worry, sir, the property rights of your villa are still from the country."
Anger Urenia smirked a little embarrassedly.
Victor also understood that no matter what kind of ideology, it was definitely impossible to be anarchy, and people themselves were "selfish" groups.
They will form cliques with each other, and they will compete with each other, and you have to let the vested interests feel a slight difference.
Or...
Or it depends on faith?
Of course there is, but unfortunately, Mexico cannot.
Cough cough cough...
Of course, this is a job requirement.
After Secretary Troud Jogger left, Angel sat on a soft chair. He turned his head and the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him were large, overlooking half of Mexico City.
He had a sinister look and was crazy.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw his wife and children's expression of death.
"Clinton, I'm here!"
And in the general's office above his head.
Casarre was still muttering to him, "Boss, give an American an important position, this...if he has any unfaithful intentions, it will be a great loss to us." br>
Victor reached out and pressed down, indicating that he was calm, "What is bad is the American system, not the American people. We cannot push all Americans to the opposite side. Since someone is willing to join us, of course we must give it to you. Unconditional belief. "
"As for betrayal?" Victor calmed down and looked at the director of the Mexican News Agency sitting next to him: Augustine Pureuchil, "If his My wife, children, and the elderly were persecuted and died. He could still be undercover with me so calmly, so I have nothing to say."
After all, Liu Bang’s talents are a minority, otherwise he would be Taizu of Han?
Casarre wanted to refute, but when he said this, he really didn't know what to say. "Don't worry, he is a lonely man, and we are all our own people on the top, bottom, left and right. Isn't it easy to press him to death if there is a sign? A grasshopper cannot jump, but I'm sure I was curious about the human experiment he mentioned. Is there any such information? "
He turned around and asked Augustine.
The latter stood up after a while.
"Sit and say." Augustine sat straight, frowned, "Yes, but there is no evidence, including the "Tuskegi Syphilis Experiment" against Africans, which was once in Botswana, Africa. We have conducted experiments, but we have no substantial evidence, but Americans have deployed many laboratories around the world..."
"Sure enough, Americans are all hybrids, just like Japanese!"
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Casare gritted his teeth beside him.
Victor glanced at him. This guy is a bit racist.
However, this is a minor problem.
So too.
"After Angel's article was written, he used public opinion to find a way to launch it. By the way, does not Mexico TV have a variety show? What's the name?"
" "Into the United States," said Fatty Ka from the side.
"Yes, let him play in the next issue!"
"We want to set up a stage for new friends, and then we will watch his performance."
"Arriving in the United States" is a program with high ratings, with an audience of about 16 million in Mexico. ...
It started on Tijuana TV in 1991, focusing on breaking the American filter.
Including…
The so-called universal medical care in the United States requires an appointment. If you have a heart disease and you have a heart attack, everyone will be reincarnated.
For example, the public security problems caused by racial discrimination everywhere, violent law enforcement by American police, etc.
It is the first "variety show" in the world to remove filters for the United States.
Later, the Northern Army entered Mexico City, and Victor became orthodox. The variety show was transferred from local stations to national stations, and the ratings exploded.
Casarre responded and said hello.
Victor leaned slightly on the chair, squinted his eyes, not knowing what he thought of, suddenly said:
"How do you think we are also studying viruses?"
Before they spoke, he shook his head, "No, no, no, we are different from the United States. We are conducting legal research for the health of human civilization. .”
What method is used to combine?
When I sign it, you will know which method.
When thinking this way, isn’t there any moral barriers?
Casarre and Augustine Pureuchil looked at each other.
The boss is not losing at all.
If the other party comes to a virus war, he will dare to throw it into densely populated areas such as Washington, San Francisco or not. He will do whatever the Americans do, just to die with them. "Boss, should you wait until Angel appears on the variety show?" "Okay, there's no hurry to do this, I'm just talking casually." Victor said with a smile.
Casarre took a deep breath in his heart.
Boss, don’t fart easily. If you fart, you will be busy and die!
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May 18, a very normal day.
No. 17 Asset Street, Mexico City, the buildings here are relatively...old, no, no, it should be said to have a sense of historical heaviness, and green moss can be seen crawling on the walls.
But this is the location of the famous newspaper and the Pioneer of Mexico.
The reporters in this newspaper are all more desperate.
Private business.
But in the US-Mexico War, it was basically on the front line. After the capture of San Diego, imports and exports should be blocked, in order to protect local residents and prevent enemy troops from attacking.
But Pioneer rushed up before some of the gun battles were over.
The interview car hit a mine...
Three dead and two seriously injured.
In theory, this should be enough, but the boss is just trying his best to save a pension, and he will pay a large price to continue. If he is seriously injured, he will have a brave man.
The Mexican Pioneer can always get first-hand information.
No way...
Who can have their life to fight?
Relying on ruthlessness, they have also made a name for themselves in the increasingly tense era of "paper media".
And at this time, there were few people on the first floor...
Most reporters went out to run for news.
Fo Westbrook, a newly graduated journalist assistant, yawned, supported his chin with his left hand and pressed the mouse. The "Mexican Government Official Website" on his computer.
What he has to do every day is to find news on it!
Assistant, assistant...
What you do is not human work.
Stay down and see a new appointment below.
"Zener Angel Urenia serves as the sole responsibility for North American affairs!"
His mouse had already slipped down, but the words North America and the name in front made him a little curious.
I have never heard of such a person. He clicked in to see.
I saw a photo of a man wearing a tie and meticulous, but the lower three white people looked at him and suddenly shook, looking like a cruel person !
There is his resume below.
Foo Westbrook looked carefully, and suddenly he seemed to see something, and he screamed.
Several colleagues who were working on the table were lying on the table and quickly raised their heads.
A fat man was confused: "What's wrong? Have you eaten?"
Immediately when he opened his eyes, he saw a gust of wind "blowing" from his side, and the "wind" was "I will also call: "Supervisor! Big news! Big news!!! "
Bang!
The supervisor's door was kicked open, and the fat man could see the boss working inside tremble and almost fell off the chair.
"Foeu Westbrook!!!" In the office, the boss roared.
The colleague outside was so scared that he shrank his head, but he still looked up carefully.
Curious, big news?
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
What big news can be found?
Is the US president dead again?
Uh?
Why use it again?
Five minutes later...
Fo Westbrook told his boss the news he found. The angry supervisor hurriedly opened the web page and found that one. When he saw Angel Wu Renia's eyes lit up when she was in her resume. "Supervisor, isn't it? We have to send it out in front of all our colleagues." "Yes, yes, but just this message..." The supervisor was a little hesitant.
"This is super big news, and the worst thing is the entire page. The chief of staff of the US president serves as the spokesperson for Mexico's North American affairs. There must be a deep story here. We can apply to interview him." br>
"Supervisor, let me go!"
Foeu Westbrook patted his chest. "You? Are you okay?" The supervisor looked at the other party with some doubts. If it weren't for the other party's academic performance and the country had some support for companies that recruit college students, he wouldn't have found it. .
The Mexican Pioneer wants old fried dough sticks.
10 interns were recruited, but in the end, only Foo Westbrook, who had survived the internship for various reasons, served as the journalist assistant.
"Believe me, supervisor."
"But we have to apply for an interview, it will take at least two days, and the daylily is cold." The supervisor frowned. He is sometimes very decisive, but sometimes he is also Thinking too much.
Foeu Westbrook frowned. He didn't want the opportunity to slip away from his hands. He hesitated and said, "Leave it to me."
"You?" >
"How do you do it? Are you in the National Palace? Or do you know this Angel Urenia?"
"Erich Rudendolf is my brother-in-law."
"What Erich...ga?!"
The supervisor raised his head suddenly and stared.
As a journalist, several big men in Mexico know that they are the chief of the army and are quite a good person.
There is a silence in the office.
Then, Foo Westbrook saw the ugly face of the supervisor, who was like Franklin, squeezed out a smile, and stood up, his tone as if he had several tones, "Sit, sit, don't stand." "
"No need for supervisor, time is the most precious now, you can leave it to me." "
"Okay, I believe you, Foo, you must be the next one"Mexico Essay The winner of the Ernandez Award, call any time you need, I promise to support you."
The other party nodded happily, "Thank you, supervisor."
He yelled anxiously He opened the door and ran out. As soon as his boss breathed a sigh of relief, he was about to sit down when he saw the other party running in again. His body collapsed and he stood up. "Supervisor, please don't tell others about my identity."
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"No problem!" The supervisor had a smile on his face.
Foeu Westbrook left with satisfaction before he wiped his head.
The current relationships...
Does all rely on their own?
It's really...
young people.
Fo Westbrook contacted Angel through Rudendolph. Although both sides were not in the same department, the former was an old man after all, and the Americans were still very proud of their face.
The two of them crossed to a "cafe" outside the National Palace.
Hmm...
This cafe is a state-owned enterprise.
It should be said that the two streets next to the National Palace are all state-owned enterprises, in order to prevent people from causing trouble here, and even if there are explosives, there can be a buffer distance.
Besides...
The business is also good.
This street is often full.
On the second floor of the coffee hut, Foo Westbrook met Angel Urenia. The other party looked into the distance, heard footsteps turning around, and saw the camera he was holding. , stood up with a smile, and said in a gentle tone, "You are Westbrook, I'm glad to see you."
Foobeng reached out and said, "Thank you for taking the time to see me in your busy schedule."
Anger smiled, "I also need someone to send my voice out."
"Please sit."
The two of them sat face to face, and looked at the Ice American style in front of them, and Foo was stunned.
"I ordered you a cup of coffee, I hope it suits your taste."
"Of course, I like ice American the most."
He said and took a sip, pointing to the camera in his hand, "Can we start?"
Seeing the other party nodded in agreement, he put the The camera is ready and the lens is straightened.
"Hello, Mr. Angel Urenia, I'm honored that you can accept my interview..."
Fo Westbrook got into the state, holding a pen in his hand. , "Can I ask, why did you serve as the head of North American affairs from the United States to Mexico?"
"It's very simple, I've been betrayed."
"After the US and Mexico end..."
The other party said what happened to him, and Foo became more and more shocked as he heard it. His wife They were all dead, he was alive like a dog. "I actually know that it's not the extreme ethnic group who killed my wife, but Clinton. He doesn't want me to live because he gave up on me and he's afraid that I'll tell his secret."
"Secret? Can you tell me what it is?"
“In 1989, Clinton was a Whitewater Development Company, which had money laundering activities, and you should also know that when they were accused, witnesses, the Secretary of Commerce, and his consultants all died one after another. ”
It seems that this is the case. "Clinton was killed." "!!!" Foo Westbrook opened his eyes wide.
"He was able to have such great ability before he became president. In addition to the influence of his family, there is another thing..."
"What?"
Anger Urenia smiled a little strangely. "He is a member of the American senior HQ (abbreviation) club."
Fuck!
Can this be heard?
"Clinton Yang X, he needs medicine to show himself, and his wife has given him several illegitimate children. Don't you think Chelsea Victoria doesn't look like him at all?"
" When he was Governor of Arkansas, he asked me to find women for him. Of course, these are all personal style issues. "
"His biggest secret is that he is pursuing immortality, and he is not the United States The honorary member of the Shaoxie X organization, he... has killed 4 girls with his own hands in order to get their "energy"? "
"Energy? What is that?"
"God knows what that is, maybe his head is full of shit."
Angel Urenia leaned forward, "Do you think it's wonderful?"
"Hahahaha, the Americans chose an evil disciple as president, the United States is destined to perish, and the fate of North America is Mexico, in Victor, in the millions of people. ”
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(This chapter ends)