Chapter 216 Don’t be stupid, Victor didn’t say he wouldn’t hit women.
August 2, 1990!
The Middle Eastern tycoon Sha Damu enters Kuwait!
The intention is to turn it into the 19th province.
War clouds suddenly filled the Persian Gulf, European bosses went crazy collectively, and the Americans issued four serious warnings in three days!
Of the 20 largest oil fields in the world, 11 are in the Gulf region. Why are you doing this? Have you asked us?
Kuwait is a creditor of Iraq. It received a lot of money from him, probably tens of billions of dollars. When Silly Damu looked at it, he thought, oh, it seems he can’t afford to pay it back, so let the creditor disappear!
Tutu tutu…
As for Victor, he is very relaxed. During this time, he has already "remotely commanded" and created a "Baja California Economic Think Tank" with his golden fingers. There are about 15 people, almost all of whom are at the national team level.
This is... a professional.
After direct research, they felt that they could stud oil futures!
According to their words, "The war will definitely lead to the appreciation of oil. All we have to do is throw money in, and then...just wait quietly for the American soldiers to send troops."
Victor Believing it, my wife and coffin were both smashed.
As for another thing, 36 hours after the "Statue of Liberty" collapsed, that is, a day and a half after he gave the press conference, the United States directly contacted him.
I hope I can give him some sponsorship to fight against the Pablo terrorist organization!
Yes, that's the word used, a terrorist organization, directly upgraded from a drug cartel.
Whatever you use for Vic's trusteeship, he doesn't have any objection if you call him a bitch, as long as you give me sponsorship, it doesn't matter what you do.
But when I heard that the CIA was contacting me.
This expression suddenly became wonderful.
Holy shit!
Encountered a ghost.
He had a few things he wanted to say, but he didn't know whether to say them or not.
The two sides cannot say that they will fight to the death, but they are also dissatisfied with each other. The Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency is labeled as the U.S. judicial department and does not deal with the CIA itself.
The most important thing is that the death of former CIA director William Webster was also related to Victor and the others to a certain extent. If it weren't for the 31 corpses suspected of being FBI, would there have been a confrontation between the two sides?
It's all Victor's fault!
I'm afraid the CIA will get in the way of this. It won't necessarily ruin the conversation, but it will definitely make me sick.
Do you want to endure it?
The afternoon of August 4th.
Tijuana City Hall.
Victor met CIA Deputy Director Rosie Dragon who came to discuss sponsorship. As you can tell by her name, she was a woman. She was not pretty, she was older, almost in her early 40s, and she was sagging.
With shoulder-length short hair, she looks a bit like a strong woman.
Following him was the head of DEA North America, Milovan Garner, an Algerian who had actually met and collaborated with Victor before.
"Operation Gothic Snake" was actually driven by him behind the scenes. After all, he was in charge of North America, and Jonathan Panier was his subordinate.
He is very open and direct, and is relatively comfortable to work with.
It is said that he is going to be promoted. When Jonatan comes back from Ecuador, he will take over his position and he will go to the headquarters.
She and Victor had a "profit" cooperation relationship, so when they met him, the other party looked polite, and the two even hugged each other.
If there is a relationship of interest, then it makes sense.
Rosie Dragon, on the other hand, always had a serious face and looked very mean.
As soon as we sat down, the other party immediately took the initiative, "The CIA is willing to provide weapons, equipment and personnel to the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency, but we have the following requirements."
Victor He crossed his legs, smiled and nodded.
There was a trash can next to him without an ashtray. Casare had the ashtray removed when he was decorating the venue.
This is the diplomatic etiquette of Baja California.
If this thing were placed here, the boss's anger value BUFF would be almost full.
"First, we will send consultants to join your anti-drug force."
Victor nodded, "This is no problem."
"Second, any action must be approved by the CIA."
Victor raised his brows and began to squint.
"Third, the CIA has the power to control anyone in the anti-drug force."
With this condition, Milovan Garner, the head of DEA North America sitting next to him, looked a little ugly.
Isn’t this just deliberately looking for trouble?
Casare was sitting in the back, his legs were a little weak, sisters, can you please stop saying that?
"Is there anything else?"
"There is one last thing. We need to arrange a person in charge of the anti-drug force with the same authority as you."
CIA It's really not a joke, this is really how they play in other organizations. The consultants, weapons, and senior officials are almost all CIA people, and they have to listen to others' arrangements in everything they do.
You say you are a dog, but in fact you are a grandchild to them, and you lose all your autonomy.
This is one of the reasons why the CIA is so aggressive overseas.
In addition to the US military, they really have their own "arms", which is why later American speakers will find ways to disperse their power.
The power is really too great!
"Equal power? What do you mean?" Victor asked with a laugh.
Rosie Dragon looked at him, "Under any circumstances, I have the authority to command the anti-drug force on your behalf."
Victor couldn't help hearing this and looked around.
"Boss, what are you looking for?" Casare said from behind. "Where's the ashtray?"
"Fuck XMD!" Victor couldn't help but kicked the coffee table over, and looked at Rosie Dragon in disbelief. , grabbed her hair and pulled her over like a dead dog.
The CIA employees who came with him immediately stood up.
"Don't move!"
Casare took a deep breath. The ashtray was gone, and he directly took action himself. Although he was mentally complaining, he still stood up, pointed at the CIA people and warned, "Don't be impulsive! Or I'll kill you, little bastards!"
They should understand the bastard's Spanish, right?
Casare doesn’t speak English anyway.
Victor pulled Rosie Dragon, who was on the ground on her hands and knees like a dog. He raised his right hand and slapped her!
"Bitch X, your period is on the head - you have a brain hemorrhage, right? Or did you make man X confused yesterday? Didn't you sleep well this morning?"
"Ahhh!"
< br>The pulling scalp and the pain on her face made Rosie Dragon couldn't help but scream. The slap was not light, and her ears were still buzzing and trembling.
Do you really think Victor doesn’t hit women?
Don’t be stupid!
We are almost in the 21st century, and we must achieve equality between men and women.
DEA's Milovan Garner was sitting with his hand on his hands and he didn't know where to put them.
I heard that Victor from Mexico has a bad temper, but you don’t have to be like this, right? If we can’t negotiate, what about such a slap?
But...
If you hit her, you can't hit me.
Victor is not afraid of the Americans looking for trouble. Can a deputy director allow the United States to send troops to fight him?
At most, it will leave a bad impression on Bush.
There is a saying in the United States that as long as you have a thorough understanding of the United States, you will actually understand the United States. "You can show your confidence in front of the president and tell him that he is an idiot, but you must not touch it." Wall Street capital tycoons will not do anything without profit.
Unless you tell them that oil has been discovered under Victor's butt, he will have to ascend to heaven tomorrow.
This slap tells the FBI and DEA that I have retreated and we are on the same side.
We started work and gave the girl a big gift package. Her face was swollen and two of her teeth were loose.
The force is not light.
I was slapped to death.
Victor waved his numb hand, picked up the half-remaining cigarette from the ground, blew on the filter, stuffed it into his mouth again, looked at Milovan Garner, that A face with a smile.
"The DEA should also be able to negotiate, right?"
Mirovan Garner glanced at the CIA people, and Victor understood immediately, and said to Casare, "Please ask our CIA guests to sit next door. Waiting for dinner. "
Fatty Ka nodded, the two layers of skin on his chin were particularly obvious.
Even if the CIA employees don't agree, they have no choice but to be "driven" to the next door half-heartedly. As for that stinky bitch, find a doctor for her.
NMD is so cool!
The CIA is arrogant overseas, but it has actually been done by others. Colonel Cardano once committed the act of burying the opponent alive. I can cooperate with you and even protect your American assets and interests, because I can't defeat you.
But you and the CIA are jumping over my head. Some people with bad tempers will fuck you, not to mention someone like Victor who is mentally ill.
After the CIA people left, Milovan Garner raised his thumb towards Victor, "I have long wanted to blow their heads off."
"My friend wanted to I can do everything.”
Mirovan Garner smiled and nodded. , "Don't worry, I'm on your side. Jonatan Panier told me about you. You also helped me with a lot of things. I was able to get promoted with your help, but this matter is very serious." Small, but if the FBI is brought in, there is no need to worry about pressure from the CIA.”
When Victor heard this, his heart was very open, knowing that the other party was expressing goodwill, or... asking for benefits!
Say directly, "What do you want?"
"I don't want anything. Pablo has angered the American people this time. He must be taught a lesson, DEA The focus will also be mainly on the North American Drug Association. When the time comes, if you make more contributions, I can also take advantage of it."
"There are several other deputy directors in the DEA who do not have a good relationship with me. I hope you will. Any intelligence information or military exploits can be signed with my name.”
That’s it!
It seems that the DEA is also competing with each other for power and profit.
“No problem!”
“The new FBI Director Floyd I. Clark’s wife likes gambling and owes about $3.5 million in Las Vegas. "
"How did you know about this?"
Victor frowned. He understood what the other party meant and hoped to get to the bottom of it and start from his wife. .
Milovan Garner looked at him, and the two just looked at each other.
Finally, the former spoke.
“I’ve had sex with her!”
“So moist!”
CNMD!
The North American head of the DEA had an affair with the wife of the FBI boss.
Americans... really know how to play!
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(End of this chapter)