Chapter 503: It’s better to be a little mediocre.

Chapter 503: It’s better to be a little mediocre.

"Butterfly! They are butchers!"

An Israeli man was crying loudly at the camera. He could see his face covered in blood, and his eyes were filled with horror. The people behind him ran in panic.

Looks like...

It's like a place for a terrorist attack.

When he finished speaking, the camera turned and saw an Asian female reporter with a long face, like a shoehorn, and raised her eyebrows back, looking very fierce.

She is very famous, Chen Jiayun, a famous overseas reporter of the Washington Post!

Victor has been evaluated more than once: "A beast in human skin!"

And claiming that Mexico is now a country ruled by the devil, they are FXS.

Because of its bold criticism, it has attracted many people, especially in the European and American elite circles, and has many activities.

Does it look like...the later environmentally friendly girl?

Chen Jiayun looked at the camera with a sad and angry expression, "This is a terrorist attack. This indiscriminate attack on ordinary people is an insult to morality and a trampling on civilization!"

As she said, she actually cried in front of the camera.

"What I see is the child who has lost his parents, what I see is the mother who has lost his children, Palestine, you are committing crimes!"

The photographer also cooperated and swept towards the people around him...

You can see…the people carrying weapons, regardless of men or women.

"Chen Jiayun reports to you on the front line!"

Casarey held his hand and tsk twice, "I don't know that she thought her father was dead, she cried so much... touching, and my tears are about to fall."

Captain Kennedy smiled and looked at Victor sitting behind the table, "I just returned what Israel had done to him, and some people couldn't help it."

"American, it's really good to raise dogs remotely."

This is really not nonsense. Mexico has cracked down on 11 "illegal organizations", including provoking "men-female opposition", "class opposition", and organizations in the name of environmental protection and sanitation...

They infiltrated and then supported some journalists, celebrities, professors, etc. in your country, affiliated with the United States Agency for International Development...

I fell into a big fuss in Mexico...

They found a professor at the National University of Mexico. After finding ways to get closer, they hoped that the other party could say some "views" on TV, such as "releasing" some crimes in a tactful way, and not every crime would be executed.

It is commonly known as: human rights!

But the professor is timid...

Your grandma's legs, do you ask me to refute the general's will?

Do you really think I have an anal clip on my forehead?

I immediately called the police, and then followed the clues and dug out 11 "dog farms" supported by the United States Agency for International Development. If it were other countries, they might have let them go for the so-called "spy unspoken rules" and in Mexico...

I will kill them all for you.

What is the main one?

It is necessary to make it a "dangerous profession" to come to Mexico.

"Our guys don't know that public opinion can kill people, but we have to know, don't they create an image? We can do it, Goebbels, and another battlefield will be left to you." Victor looked at the propaganda minister sitting next to him without saying a word.

The other party crossed his hands, shaking a little?

"Are you... cold?"

Goebbels shook his head quickly, "No, no, I don't know why, General, when I think of dealing with the Israelites, I always feel that I am excited all over. My cells are telling me, rush up and kill them."

Victor looked at him with a strange expression...

Mad, it's abnormal!

"Then make their image disgusting online, you can do it, right?"

"Of course! This is my major!"

Victor nodded with satisfaction. He was really not afraid of public opinion...

In order to adapt to the increasingly complex situation, there is a "public opinion war situation" under the propaganda department, which is mainly to fight public opinion wars, especially on the Internet. They are still building "new ways", such as... using mobile phone information.

The person in charge is: Neil Papawo.

A senior engineer poached from Vodafone.

Add with the little technology received by Victor, it won't take long to go, and the first smartphone will be released, of course, these are all proceeding in an orderly manner.

Public opinion is a little girl who can be dressed up.

The person who holds the position says you are good, you are good, and you are evil, you are evil.

How can there be so many right and wrong in the world?

People have the concept of right and wrong, but at the national level... there is always only interests.

Whether Palestine is a beast or the Israelis are a bastard, it depends on which side do you support?

However, Victor certainly stands in the former...

Why?

Just hate people simply because of the fact that they hate them.

Yeah, hate it.

Victor is Mexico!

"I plan to issue new currency in July and gradually eliminate peso, but it will be slow. We have recovered Cantaler Oilfield, Trion Oilfield and Mars Oilfield, etc., which can be fully pegged to the New Coin, same..."

"Venezuela is considering using riyals to its currencies and ores, but the controversy in China is relatively large at present, only Nicholas Marro Moro, who has served as a member of parliament, supports us , If we use the new currency settlement at the same time with Venezuela, it will be a major blow to the United States."

"I will talk about this at the 30th National People's Congress!"

Goybels still looked calm, Casarre still looked like I listen to what the boss said, and Kennedy had a little sad face...

Finally, from the hot war to the currency war, the confrontation between the United States and Mexico will be even more intense.

The Americans will not give up their dollar hegemony!

That is the lifeblood of Americans.

Mexico's foundation is still too weak. To be honest, I definitely don't really like it...

He hopes to take it step by step.

It is best to raise the domestic economy. The GDP in the first quarter has come out. The government's actual control area is about 260 billion pesos, about 150 billion US dollars, and the best economy is North and South California.

At that time, the south had not yet taken back. For example, this year, the country will be unified, and it is expected to be about 1 trillion pesos.

South...is still too rich.

Several people discussed the situation in the office, and suddenly heard a hurried knock on the door, and then the guard commander Joseph Xiafei came in.

"Sir, Director Jeff Bennett wants to see you."

"Invite him in."

The chief guard nodded and went out to bring the director of the Mexican Counter-Intelligence Bureau waiting on the other end of the corridor, who looked cramped and anxious.

You can see it on your face. "What's wrong? Man, is there something urgent? Is Clinton dead?" Victor joked, signaling him to sit down and smoke a cigarette first.

Casaré and others smiled in response.

Jeff Bennett opened his mouth, "Defense Secretary Donald... was shot dead by Clinton in the White House."

Boss...

Your father is dead.

! ! ! !

The office suddenly became quiet.

JFK's eyes widened...

Goebbels twitched his lips and looked at the general.

Casare opened his mouth and his pupils shrank slightly.

Victor was about to light a cigarette and squinted his eyes, "Tell me carefully."

...

It's raining heavily in Washington.

The pedestrians on the road cursed and covered their heads and ran quickly.

The rain hit the ground and made a jumping sound.

In the rain, I saw a man wearing a gray windbreaker, a hat, and a mask on his mouth, looking a bit strange.

He walked into an Indian restaurant. "Welcome, how many sirs?" the waiter came over with a smile.

"Look for someone." The man glanced left and right, found someone by the window, and walked straight over.

It was a middle-aged man, very sloppy, but his eyes were bright. He raised his head when he heard the voice, was stunned when he saw the other person's dress, and then he smiled and said, "Gavin, no need to do this. We are a news transaction, not... an intelligence transaction. You make me think I am a spy."

The two of them were obviously very familiar.

The man named Gavin shook his head, "You don't know how shocking the news this time is!"

The other party raised his eyebrows, "You want to raise the price?"

"100,000 US dollars! I will tell you a news that is now blocked, which is absolutely shocking."

The middle-aged man became interested immediately. He was not afraid of the other party asking for the price. It is definitely big news to dare to ask for it like this. Although he looks very sloppy, he is a famous contributor of the Washington Post. He wrote about the "scandal" in the American politics that he wrote about has exposed a lot, which made him enjoy a great reputation.

Most of it comes from the opposite one, Gavin. Smith, a Secret Service security officer.

"You talk first, I won't lose your money."

Gavin hesitated and nodded. The relationship between the two was good, so there was no need to make unhappy for the $100,000.

"Donald was dead, shot by Clinton in the White House, shot six times, two shots in the head."

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Mid-aged man: (⊙⊙)!

He couldn't believe it, and his tone was quick, "Donald? Are you talking about Donald Rumsfield?"

Gavin nodded.

"OMG, my god!"

"It is not ruled out that Clinton smoked drugs when he met him. Now Donald's body is in the hospital for rescue. They dare not announce it to the public. Look, maybe tomorrow, they will say that Donald was unwell and was admitted to the hospital."

The middle-aged man was very excited and his whole body was trembling. "Then...what about Clinton?"

"He must be stepping down, but maybe he was also retiring from the illness. This scandal is absolutely impossible for him to appear in public. We are all ordered not to spread it."

Judgment?

The Rumsfield family will definitely be dissatisfied.

This matter will not be a good idea.

But the real owner of America will find ways to shut up.

Gavin looked at him, "Actually I'm hesitating whether to tell you, because if you report it, someone will definitely want you to die, Osvaldo."

The other party's eyes flashed, "The people need the truth!" Gavin nodded, "Then I wish you good luck. By the way, I'll transfer the money to the old card number." After he finished speaking, he took his hat and prepared to leave. "Let's have something to eat first." Osvaldo said hurriedly, pointing to the "dish" on the table.

The yellowish thing made Gavin feel a little unappetizing. He almost resented his taste and shook his head, "I heard that Indians like to grab it with their shit hands and eat it directly? I'd better go back and eat my California roll."

After saying that, he left the other party with a chic back.

Osvaldo looked at the food on the table and felt nauseous. He raised his hand and stood up, "Pay the bill!"

Peng! ! !

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a van rushing into the window outside and knocking him away hard. The car kept pressing over his head, and in an instant... his head exploded like a watermelon.

People screamed in the Indian restaurant and shouted to save people.

When they opened the car door, they smelled a smell of alcohol and the driver fainted.

Gavin, who had already walked out of the hotel and went to the sidewalk opposite, turned around when he heard the movement. When he saw the vehicle smashing the glass, he was stunned, and then his expression suddenly changed.

Intuition tells him that something is wrong.

He subconsciously ran away.

I saw a black man emerging from the alley and raised his gun.

Bang bang bang!

Descend in a pool of blood.

Gavin watched the other person run away, his eyes were a little confused, and finally, his head tilted and he died.

After the police arrived, they seemed to have received some news, but they just restrained the body and destroyed the scene. They arrested the drunk driver, and left without saying a word.

Inside... there is a little mystery.

Fayetteville, West Clinton Road, Arkansas.

It looks very small...

Clinton got married here in 1975.

At this time...

But I can't feel warm at all.

In the dark house, even the curtains were pulled.

After shooting Donald, he was brought here by the "mysterious power".

He curled up on the bed like a dog.

Squeak~

The elderly bedroom door was pushed open, and I saw a man wearing glasses and a suit, but... he had a little bald forehead?

Clinton, who heard the movement, raised his head. He couldn't see clearly at night, "Larry, is it you?"

The other party opened the window, and the cold moonlight shone in, making his whole face look gloomy. He looked at the other party and shook his head, "You disappointed us."

Clinton was panicked...

"No, no, no, this... this time it was a misunderstanding."

Larry stared at him, "Do you know how much we spent on you? You idiot!"

He cursed, holding a whip in his hand, and directly whipped the other party!

Clinton howled loudly.

"BlackRock has given you so much money and supported you to this position. What about you! What are you bringing us now? A bunch of nonsense, you are simply a waste."

"I am the president, I am still the president."

"President? President? Bastard President!" Larry continued to hit with a whip. After two minutes, he was finally tired. He gasped, threw the whip, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes, "A president without any value is worse than a black man."

Clinton, who had a pain all over his body, suddenly panicked. What does this mean?

"Yes, useful, Donald, Donald is a Mexican spy, yes, he must be, he colluded with Victor to sell American interests, aren't you going to start a war? No problem, I start a war, don't kill me, I'm still useful."

Larry just looked at a president crying like a dog, his tears and snot gathered together, looking at him condescendingly, his eyes full of disdain. "You have made us lose a lot of money. The government can't cause scandals anymore. You can't be tried. This is the United States, not the Blue House. The president can be decent, but he can't be in prison anymore." "Don't worry, I will take good care of your daughter."

! ! ! !

Clinton opened his eyes suddenly, he wanted to speak, but rushed into the door, holding a gun, and a muffler in front of him, and then shot at him.

Puff puff puff puff puff puff...

A random shot to death!

Clinton stared at her eyes and died with his eyes closed. "Let him be buried. I have to discuss the next president. I'll leave it to you."

"Yes, sir."

Lari got into the car without even looking at the bodyguard and left under the protection of the bodyguard.

Clinton…

It's really disappointing.

The various consortiums supported them after exchanging interests with each other in order to make money for us. As a result, they did not make money and there were a series of scandals.

Drug use, affair, corruption...

Don't it meant that you can't do these things. Which US president has never done them?

But, your value is gone.

This time the shooting of Donald will definitely not be spread, so he can only help him get rid of his illness with a decent illness. "I hope the next one will not take drugs. At least, I can be a smart person." Larry looked out the car window and said to himself.

Two bodyguards put Clinton's body into a sack, dug a hole in the back, and buried it directly.

This legendary man who has gone from a country boy to a president of the United States.

It's so sloppy.

Sometimes, it is also good to do nothing.

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(This chapter ends)