Chapter 207 Forrest Gump, Ivy League anti-drug ambassador!
Sandra Cisneros could definitely hear such an obvious rejection.
But this woman pretended not to understand, and instead attacked Victor intentionally or unintentionally.
It made him feel a little uncomfortable.
It's not that he doesn't like women, he just doesn't want anything bad. Especially for such a shrewd woman, if she wants to succeed, she must control her belt.
How many men died here?
Business is business, don’t mix emotions.
The most important thing is that Victor wanted this character to attract female reporter Bertha Rumsfeld.
A heroic anti-drug policeman who is always on the front line is extremely powerful in Mexico, but he is also clean and self-sufficient, and he is also a Nobel Peace Prize winner. What do you think of this kind of character?
A man’s body is sometimes a bargaining chip.
But don’t be like Martin Luther King. He slept with three women before he died. His private life was extremely chaotic. It is said that he also had a little mysophobia-liked to eat shit? !
Of course this is hearsay, who knows.
That’s right.
If "A Life of Struggle", a self-narrated history, could win the Nobel Prize for Literature, would it be a big deal?
But just think about it, this name is so stylish.
"Director, the American guests have finished visiting the anti-narcotics center and have arrived at the city hall. The dinner is ready." The secretary trotted over and said to Victor.
I was a little overwhelmed by Sandra Cisneros’s “attack”. When I heard this, I smiled and said to the other party, “Let’s have a meal first. It’s about the Nobel Prize. We can talk when we have time."
Sandra nodded obediently, "Of course, I'll be there anytime you need me. Sorry, um, I'll go to the bathroom first."
Victor nodded and made a sign of please. Watching the other person's hips swaying away, he suddenly had an idea and wanted to use his golden finger to look at the other person.
This was not a good look, and his eyes could not help but narrow.
"Keep an eye on this woman. Wherever she goes recently, you have someone to keep an eye on her!"
These words made Casare startled, "Boss, do you suspect there is something wrong with her?"
"You have to remember that if a woman wants to have sex with you for no reason, she can't be interested in your 10 centimeters. She just cares about what you can bring to her."
"Maybe it's just love at first sight. What?"
"Do you believe it?" Victor asked, "All love at first sight is just lust after weighing the pros and cons. Even if you want to fuck her, it doesn't matter." Victor patted her. He said something meaningful on his shoulder.
"Never, never, never, never trust someone who approaches you for no reason."
After he finished speaking, he walked towards the banquet hall with a serious expression.
Hmm...
How to say it?
A non-staff "Intelligence Broker!"
Mainly serving about 6 intelligence agencies around the world, she was recently assigned by the CIA to get close to Victor and become his woman, and then get more information from him.
Thankfully I have a golden finger, otherwise I would have thought someone really coveted me.
Hey... women are all natural actors, and it is easy to act like a man.
After listening to Victor's words, Casare nodded in understanding. Jason Bourne next to him glanced at him, "Do you understand?"
"Of course! ”
"The boss's meaning is very obvious. Don't trust others, but you can make others trust you and discuss the value before doing X."
"Is this the reason for you to go whoring?" Jason Bourne pick frown.
“I just rescued a fallen woman. You’d better think about how to check the background of that female writer.”
“Under the eyes of the Mexican Ministry of Information, no one has any Escape!”
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Colombia. Santa Fe Bogota.
In Blanco's mansion.
Ethan Hunter looked at the two strong men in front of him, raised his brows, and extended his hand politely, "You are the ones sent by Mr. Pablo to help me kill Casare Gonzalez. "
The two strong men had scorpions tattooed on their faces. They looked very scary. Facing his extended hand, the one with hair hesitated and stretched out his hand to shake it. " Benjamin."
The other bald man had a sinister look in his eyes, as if he didn't see his hand at all, "Elvis"
After he finished speaking, he paused and suddenly asked, "Are you Blanco's pretty boy?"
"Elvis!" Benjamin frowned and called out in a low voice.
Asking like this, doesn’t it mean giving him a slap in the face?
Who is a shameless man?
Ethan Hunter stretched his hand back with his eyes wide open, "I am Blanco's husband, not a pretty boy, sir."
"Husband?" Elivis sneered, but his companion pulled him. He glanced at Benjamin, who blinked at him hard, and he had to swallow his words.
Sat down on the sofa.
“That’s just the way he is,” Benjamin explained.
Ethan Hunter smiled and nodded, "I understand, please sit down."
But he had already carved a "1" for the other party in his heart.
After sitting down, he politely offered cigarettes to the other two. Benjamin took it politely, while Elvis didn't even look at it. He took out his own cigarette and smoked it, lit it, and looked weird. , 'Sorry, I only like to smoke my own cigarettes. I'm a pretty boy and I'm not used to it. "
2!
I added a number in my mind.
"Mr. Pablo asked us to follow your arrangements. Do you have any plans? "Benjamin saw something was wrong in the atmosphere and asked directly.
Ethan Hunter nodded and said in a low tone, "Blanco is dead. She is my favorite. I must take revenge. Thank you very much for your help. …”
Before he finished speaking, Elivis suddenly said, "Oh, don't thank me, we just listened to Mr. Pablo, we are not here to help you."
Ethan's smile slowly faded.
"Also, I don't believe in the plan of a gigolo. We are responsible for the actions of our team ourselves. You don't have to worry about it. You just need to stay at home."
"Do you understand? ?"
"3".
Ethan Hunt softly called out the number. Benjamin next to him was confused. Suddenly, he saw the former grabbing the ashtray on the coffee table, standing up, and swiping it with his backhand!
Hit it directly on the head.
Grabbed Elvis's shaking neck, pressed it on the coffee table, and hit his head with a ferocious expression, "Fuck!"
"Your mother! I gave it to you three times. Chance, you are still beeping, what do you think I am? "
Three times, the ashtray is rotten, and the bones can be seen on this face.
Benjamin stood up suddenly.
“You fucking XB, sit down for me, do you want to be beaten too?” Ethan Hunt pointed at him and asked with red eyes, “Say one more word and I’ll beat you too! "
Gulu...
This look...
Benjamin calls himself an elite killer, and seeing this is a bit scary, as if he can swallow himself.
puff! Chi!
The three centimeter thick glass ashtray cracked directly.
As soon as Ethan Hunter let go of his hand, the other person's body fell limply to the ground. He stepped on the face with his foot, "Remember, Blanco is my...lover!"
"I am his husband. If you don't respect me, you don't respect her. No matter who you are, I will fuck you. I am very polite to you. Why are you so rude!"
"Did I offend him? Yes!"
Benjamin's face turned red at this questioning voice, and when he met his eyes, he hesitated, "Elvis wrote a love letter to Blanco, and Blanco thought he was ugly..."
That's it!
Even a fat pig despises you for being ugly!
Do you think everyone has the talent to be a duck?
Do you think you can make a woman happy just by being an individual?
Ethan Hunter was silent for a moment, "This is the last time. If he is rude to me again, I will kill him. Mr. Pablo has nothing to say." After saying that, he put down his foot and said, "Take him down. "Tomorrow, we will go to Mexico!"
Benjamin nodded and helped Elvis go down to find the doctor.
Ethan sat down on the sofa. This is how you treat drug dealers. To make them listen to you, you have to be more ruthless than them. Even if this matter comes to Pablo's ears, he still wants to protect himself. "Wifey" reputation.
As for why you are so vicious?
Are any Latin American men gentle?
Pablo might have to praise himself for a job well done. Miso miso miso.
Ethan Hunter looked up sharply and saw Corleone standing at the corner of the stairs holding his little bear. The two looked at each other and swiped at each other. He ran upstairs.
"Sooner or later I will send you to see your mother!"
Ethan murmured to himself, very softly.
Corleone?
Do you think this name means you are the godfather?
In front of Mr. Victor, the real Italian Mafia must surrender!
Having lived long enough, Ethan Hunt is the only one with a good heart. If the boss were here, he would bury you on the spot.
This is called eradicating the roots!
He leaned back on the sofa and had to think carefully about how to kill all these people in Mexico.
But...
That guy Casare is not a good person either. Do you want to kill him directly?
Then push it to Pablo.
Well...
...
"Sneeze!"
Fatty Ka, who was following Victor, couldn't help but shiver and sneeze.
"What's wrong? Do you have a cold?" The boss in front turned his head.
"It's okay, maybe someone is thinking about me." Casare said with a smile.
Victor nodded and walked into the banquet hall. Sounds could be heard outside, but as soon as he entered, everyone inside suddenly became quiet.
The reporter from the Mexican News Agency was recording the video and planned to broadcast it during prime time. In the camera, Victor was seen with a "kind" smile on his face, raising his hand and preparing to say hello.
A young white man jumped up and raised his hand, "Hi! Victor!"
That's not right!
Can't be like this!
Victor's expression also froze, and he glanced at the reporter. Casare walked over in a hurried and sensible manner, patted the other person on the shoulder, and said a few words in his ear.
The reporter very wisely said that he would definitely delete it!
This stuff cannot be spread.
But who knew that after the young white man finished speaking, others also stood up.
The shouts immediately echoed throughout the banquet hall.
Americans...
Are they playing so directly?
You should be saluting.
“A very spirited young man.” Victor could only say with a smile, and clapped softly.
“Sir!”
The young white man suddenly left the table and walked over, but was stopped by the bodyguard. Victor stretched out his hand to indicate that they didn't need to stop him. The other person was jogging, looking at him with bright eyes, his tone was trembling, and he was obviously excited.
"Don't be nervous, what's your name?"
"Forrest Gan!" the other party said excitedly
Victor patted him on the shoulder, " Very nice name, Mexico welcomes you, sir.”
My idol calls me sir!
Forrest Gan's eyes were bursting with hope, "Excuse me, when will you liberate the United States? Come to the United States to fight drugs?"
This question made Victor stupid.
Is your "sect" so radical?
Have I become a conservative myself?
“My personal power is very limited. You know, the Mexican and Colombian drug traffickers are complicit. They are trying to build a world full of drugs. This is something I cannot tolerate. I want to fight with them. Fight to the death.”
Victor looked at them, "Maybe, I will die in battle, maybe my head will be hung on the bridge."
"No, sir, you will not fail!" Forrest Gunn shouted .
"Even if I am destined to fail, I will not fall down and surrender. This blue world is mine and yours. In the end, it is still yours. Of course I want to give you any help in the United States. But...I have to guard the gate of North America, and my power is limited."
"Then let us join you!"
Forrest Gan patted his chest." Sir, I previously served in the 1st Brigade of the 82nd Airborne Division of the US Army. I went to Panama to fight. After I retired, I was admitted to Cornell University to study philosophy. I have the ability and confidence to contribute to the anti-drug cause. Your own strength! ”
This is talent!
The 1st Brigade of the 82nd Airborne Division of the US Army?
Those are elite troops.
This unit was the vanguard in the 1999 operation nicknamed "Just Cause" that overthrew Noriega's military regime.
Unexpected…
This Forrest Gump is so awesome?
And he was admitted to Cornell University.
If you graduate normally, maybe you will become a proper political elite!
He has a resume of serving in the military, he is white, he is a famous graduate of an Ivy League university, and he is a major in philosophy... which is very suitable for the political arena. It is full of BUFF!
It would be a pity to be sent to the front line of drug control.
Could it... be able to support a promising rising political star in the United States?
Victor's expression changed and he touched him with his golden finger.
Forrest Gump!
22 years old!
Served in the 1st Brigade of the 82nd Airborne Division of the US Army. During the battle, he killed 37 enemies and rescued 6 wounded comrades. After the war, he received the highest Medal of Honor in the United States!
…
No, buddy...
Are you kidding me?
U.S. Medal of Honor Why didn’t you tell me?
Do you want to be so low-key?
If you have such a resume, you must join politics!
Victor also looked at him with bright eyes.
"You are a real warrior, Gan."
"Thank you!" the other party said happily.
“But real warriors have to unite more people, make louder voices, and incite greater emotions. We need the entire society to support us.”
Victor put his hand on his shoulder, as if giving him strength.
"I think you are very suitable to be a politician, because you have enough conscience."
"Politician?" A-Gump frowned.
"Status determines the voice, what do you think?"
The other party thought for a while, nodded slowly, with a troubled expression on his face, "But I still need to study."
"Then you should make your voice heard in school and in society first."
"For example..."
"Carry out a lecture cycle within the Ivy League school. I believe in your eloquence. Absolutely Let more conscientious elites join this war, and you don’t have to worry about any funding issues.”
“Leave the money to us, all you have to do is appeal.”
“Calling for an anti-drug campaign!”
"Calling...the CIA to delete candidates overseas, just like it did to Nogale in Panama, to catch all these drug-trafficking warlords!"
Add some more workload to these birdmen.
I’m not going to disgust you to death.
I have to give Forrest Gump money.
Don’t Europeans and Americans just like to engage in god-making movements?
Regarding environmental protection, human rights, etc., I will do something about drug control!
Let’s see who is politically correct!
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(End of this chapter)