Chapter 228 The locals really want Victor dead!

Chapter 228 The locals really want Victor dead!

The reporters outside were bored, and some of them were planning to pack up and leave.

I saw a group of Secret Service agents coming out carrying a "thing" with a fast food cloth covering it. What is this?

It seems to be a person?

The reporters immediately smelled the smell of "big news" in the air and rushed forward, but were held tightly by the local police.

But don't underestimate the...bravery of reporters.

There was once an American reporter who went to the Middle East to meet with the "Big Brother" and interviewed him personally by sending him a plane.

They may be doing it for traffic, but what they say is for the truth!

The two do not conflict.

A young reporter sneaked around behind and pulled open the covered "tablecloth" while the Secret Service was not paying attention.

A group of reporters hurriedly pressed the shutter button, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

“This, isn’t this Chris Farley?” Someone recognized the fat man lying down and shouted in surprise.

This guy is not a simple guy. He is a relatively famous comedy star in the United States and has many fans.

How come you were beaten into a pig head by...?

"What are you doing!" The Secret Service man pulled away the young reporter, pushed him to the ground, sat on him, and cuffed him.

The others carried Chris Farley into the car and went straight to the hospital.

"Sir! Sir, what happened inside? Why did this happen?"

"We reporters have the right to know!"

But these Secret Service agents If people don't like you, what can you do to sue them for "raping" you with their thoughts? Or are you suing them for discriminating against a transgender person like you?

At this time, I’m not that crazy yet.

These reporters are not leaving!

There must be news.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall was very strange. Victor "scared" everyone. In a society that calls itself civilized, a beast rushes in. What would you do?

Fidgeting.

Victor chatted with the Mayor of New York and the others very calmly.

He's not afraid of society at all.

After taking a bite of steak, he suddenly said, "Will he accuse me of harming him and let me go to jail?"

This question...

Everyone was startled, how can I say this?

“But I don’t think I did anything wrong, sir. The drug problem is a problem for the world. As a beacon of civilization, the United States should play a role, especially the North American Drug Association represented by Pablo. How dare Destroy the Statue of Liberty!”

"Damn it!"

"You should put this bastard back in his fucking belly!"

"The most shameful thing is that there are people like Chris in our United States. A public figure like Farley still feels pity for drug dealers? Fa XXX! If I see him outside, I will kill him!” When does the United States need this kind of human rights? "

"For drug traffickers, the greatest human right is to let them die. No matter what the occasion, if anyone can say who sympathizes with drug traffickers, I will smash your head with a stick!”

"My America shouldn't be like this! Lighthouses have the need for civilization."

Victor angrily slammed his knife and fork on the plate, and the sound scared the woman at the next table. A shake.

Seeing his indignant look, the mayor of New York and several officials at the table looked at each other, MD, are you an American or am I an American?

How did you achieve such outstanding results?

It has great potential to be a "dog".

This welcome dinner is actually a meeting that will spread Victor's attitude to Washington. Obviously, he is an active "anti-drug activist."

The mayor of New York also added a psychological word, "extreme."

He would do anything to drug dealers.

"Don't be too angry, Mr. Victor, every country has such scum, but it cannot deny the United States' determination to deal with drug traffickers. Pablo must die!" said the mayor of New York.

Victor nodded and stared at him, "For the United States and the world, I am willing to charge into battle. I also hope that the United States can give me more help."

This is the purpose.

Give me more, I'm hungry.

"I will forward your request to Mr. Bush."

"Thank you."

Victor smiled and picked up a small piece of steak, "Very good The taste.”

The dinner lasted until nine o'clock in the evening.

A group of talents came out one after another.

Impatient reporters who had been waiting for a long time swarmed over.

"Steven, Steven, what just happened in there? Why was Chris Farley injured?"

"Tom, here, this is The New York Times "Kevin, can I ask you a question?"

"Mr. Victor, does Chris Farley's matter have anything to do with you?"

Celebrities don't dare to say much. They never take sides easily. Victor likes to be surrounded by spotlights, and he is about to speak. , George Forman, the Secret Service officer in charge of Victor's security, pushed aside the reporter, opened the car door, and half-pushed him into the car.

"It seems that our Mr. George is afraid of me talking." Victor joked to Casare next to him.

After the local police pushed away the people and reporters blocking the road, the motorcade headed back to the hotel.

Victor was a little bloated. Eating too much steak was not good. When he was flipping through a magazine, he saw George Foreman turning his head suddenly, which shocked him.

"What's wrong?"

"There is a van behind us that has been following us for more than five minutes." George Foreman paused and pressed the headset, "Jack, enter from the reserve lane."

When the leading car passed a corner, the steering wheel turned to the right, but suddenly there was a loud bang.

A dump truck came out of the corner and knocked over the lead truck of the Secret Service, blocking the road ahead.

“Withdraw! Fall back!”

"A group calls for support!"

George Foreman calmly gave the order.

Casare's face turned pale next to him, but Victor was still in the mood to pull out the cigar and hold it in his mouth. He squinted his eyes, glanced at him, and said in Spanish, "Why are you panicking!"< br>
“The person who can kill me, Victor, has not been born yet.”

The tires of the vehicle rubbed hard on the ground, and it hummed backwards, and the cars behind it also followed suit. , directly hit the van, and the heads of the Secret Service employees in the car were ringing.

As soon as the car door opened, I saw an M2 Browning machine gun, and a black man wearing a mask pulled the trigger directly!

Thud, tug, tug, tug… The powerful recoil made his face twitch, and the scorpion tattoo on his face was trembling.

The bullet penetrated the rear glass and the five employees in the car were directly killed.

Blood mist filled the car.

The penultimate car was occupied by Jason Bourne and two Mexican intelligence agents. As soon as the M2 Browning machine gun swept away, they subconsciously shrank their heads.

An agent opened the box in his hand, which contained an Uzi submachine gun.

Actually, the United States does not allow Victor's guards to carry weapons, but Mexico definitely disagrees.

Damn it, Boss Victor must be the number one target of drug dealers and gangsters in North America. If the guards don’t carry guns, what should we carry? Bringing French bread?

In the end, the United States agreed, but only allowed 3 guns.

In the end the guard settled on the Uzi submachine gun.

Short range charge and fire speed is fast.

Jason Bourne stuffed the magazine, pulled the bolt of the gun, pushed open the door, and threw himself towards the bunker next to him. He rolled over, knelt on one knee, and faced the man operating the M2 Brown. Nico Ning's machine gun fired three rounds in a burst.

Hit the forehead and killed him directly.

Nico... ascended to heaven.

He waved vigorously at the driver, and the employees of the US Secret Service also cooperated tacitly. He kicked the accelerator and knocked him to the ground, then hit him hard backwards, first hitting the tail car of the convoy, and then hitting the van. The accelerator was very loud.

Forcibly push out a path.

Mexican agents leaned out and fired at the van.

Victor's car and another car sitting in the middle took advantage of the air attack and ran away, turning around and leaving the battlefield in a dashing way.

"Get in the car! Get in the car!" The Secret Service agent in the co-pilot shouted at Jason Bourne twice and waved his hands vigorously.

After the latter fired all the bullets, he took off in three or two steps and jumped directly in through the window of the back seat!

This scene was clearly seen by a couple enjoying the evening breeze on the roof.

They were watching the excitement when they heard the gunfire.

Seeing Jason Bourne's actions, the man couldn't help but say, "What a fucking runaway!"

"Have you filmed it?"

My girlfriend nodded.

"Oh yes! Post it to BBS, it will definitely go viral!" The man kissed his girlfriend excitedly, ran back to the room with the video recorder.

Hmm... It was late at night, I brought my girlfriend and a video recorder, and I didn’t know what to record.

Americans like to shoot empty guns.

The Secret Service employee driving the car stepped on the accelerator and ran away.

Protecting the safety of important personnel is their primary purpose. The front is the job of the police. Don't think they are very powerful. They don't have heavy machine guns or RPGs. All they can do is protect the target and find the large forces.

If the Guards were so powerful, the presidential profession would not have become a high-risk profession in Europe and the United States.

Sometimes, I really don’t blame them.

It’s just a matter of probability.

“Beep!!”

The unknown person in the van honked the horn vigorously to express dissatisfaction.

At this time, the New York Police Department helicopter had flown over. They were shocked when they received the support message from the Secret Service and responded quickly.

"Come on, the police are here, CTMD, these foreign devils react so quickly, hurry up!" An Asian man sitting in the back, probably wearing a mask, but his skin and eyes can be seen , almost Korean.

Only Koreans have eyes that look like... dumpling wrappers, soft and soft. (Actually, it looks like an X lip)

The driver glanced at the sky, raised his middle finger, and drove into the alley.

"Sir, are you okay?" George Foreman looked at Victor nervously.

The latter smoked a cigarette and smiled, but his expression was very gloomy, "It seems that many people want me to die, but it's a pity that God doesn't want me."

" We will definitely get to the bottom of this matter."

"Thank you." Victor said with a smile, turning his head and looking at Casare, his expression suddenly turned gloomy, "Local. The people are not very friendly. Find some people and show them what the Mexican "gangsters" are like."

Casare understood.

Get some police officers to come over and give the local gangs a little "North America" ​​fear.

Don’t you like playing with guns?

For you to play!

People say that Mexico is too close to the United States and too far from paradise. In fact, we can also look at it the other way around. Who the hell does it say that Mexican "gangsters" can't invade your territory?

The United States is also very close to Mexico.

What the hell, just take two steps to get there.

Since we don’t know who the murderer is, let’s blame the local gang.

Victor’s tone will kill many people.

…

The mayor of New York was on the phone with Washington, but suddenly his secretary rushed in and told him that Victor had been attacked!

"Wang Defa?!"

He stood up in shock, knocked down the coffee at hand, got wet all over, and cursed loudly.

"Honey? What are you talking about?" Someone shouted a few words on the other side of the phone.

The mayor of New York quickly answered the phone with a serious tone, "Sir, Victor was attacked and a gunfight broke out."

After a moment of silence on the other side, he spoke, "Are you injured? ”

The mayor of New York looked at his secretary, who shook his head and said quickly, "No."

"This matter must be investigated strictly! The security in the United States has become worse and worse recently. What does the FBI do? Food, we must not let anything happen to Victor.”

“Understood.”

The mayor of New York looked very ugly after hanging up the phone.

"Let the police warn those bastards not to cause trouble for me, Fuck! Hand over the people, otherwise, I will ask them to get out of the United States. If they don't teach me tomorrow, I will let the National Guard The team went to sweep them.”

"Damn gangster bastard!"

His curses and roars echoed in the office.

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(End of this chapter)