Chapter 229 Reporter: Victor, are you dead?
The busiest people tonight must be the reporters.
After running here, run over there.
They haven't figured out the reason why Chris Farley was sent to the hospital. They are disappointed. Good guy, there is news over there that Victor was attacked when he returned to the hotel.
It is said that he is dead!
Even the large intestine and anus were blown out. The scene was extremely tragic and the bodies were incomplete.
A group of reporters rushed to the scene of the incident, where the FBI and local police cordoned off the incident.
The scene was horrific. One car was overturned by a dump truck, and the A-pillar was broken. In the car behind, a body was taken out. Look at the person he was wearing, he looked like he was from the U.S. Secret Service.
My body was beaten into a sieve.
But this is not what reporters want.
"Officer, is Mr. Victor dead?"
The FBI's face twitched as he was dragged away. Looking at the other man's excitement, he took a deep breath and said, "No comment."
American reporters are eager for big news. If Bush dies today, they can laugh. At least the news will be popular and they can get year-end bonuses.
When Kennedy’s skull flew off, some people laughed and said they thought the coconut had been pried open.
The reporters who did not ask for the news were obviously not satisfied. They even knocked on the door and planned to ask the residents nearby.
"Wow! Such a loud gunshot. My husband is deaf, and he heard the impact and the gunfire." An old woman said excitedly, pointing to her husband in the wheelchair next to him, who gestured with his hands and opened his mouth. , wanted to speak, and finally...the dentures came out.
"Then what else did you see?"
"Oh, you scared me to death. How dare I look? What if I stick my head out and get beaten to death?"
The reporter was helplessly preparing to leave when he saw A yellow guy came with his girlfriend and stood at the scene of the incident, shouting loudly, "Hi! Ladies and gentlemen, I have a video tape in my hand with the story of what happened. Which one of you wants it? The one with the highest price will get it!" The starting price is 2,000 US dollars! ”
Take a look!
This is called business.
"I want it! I want it, give it to me!" A middle-aged reporter shouted loudly, and he quickly took out the money and was about to hand it to the other party.
When the colleague saw this, he shouted directly, "2500 US dollars!"
"3000 US dollars!"
"3500 US dollars!"
Upon seeing this, the other small newspapers quickly called their bosses and applied for funds.
Victor is more popular than some Hollywood stars.
His temper and remarks are explosive.
Fellow journalists, roll up!
The Wyndham Hotel at this time.
Victor received several "condolence calls", some from the United States and some from Mexico. Bush even called personally to say that he would investigate the matter strictly.
After Kwaukmot heard that he was safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief and carefully asked him to pay attention to his safety.
In the end, he hesitated and told the story about Kennedy sending police to blockade the Spanish office in Tijuana.
When Victor heard this, he immediately raised his brows and said with a smile, "Kennedy is very courageous, I like it very much."
Kwaukemot rubbed his temples with a slight headache. He moved the ashtray aside and leaned on the table. "This is a very serious diplomatic incident."
"Diplomacy? X diplomacy is not enough. Their Spanish intelligence agency wants to overthrow me and there is a rebellion in my territory!"
"What!"
Quauquemot is true He didn't know. After all, Tijuana was far away from Mexico City in the south. He received a call from the Spanish ambassador saying that the anti-drug forces had surrounded the office "without moral integrity."
He was surprised to hear it.
Actually, it was mainly due to his good luck. Originally, as long as he waited for the rebellion in Tijuana to succeed, the remnants of Mexico City jumped out to pull Cua Uquemot and dismount, but the "forward swing" failed to continue. Naturally, the ultimate move cannot be used.
"He wants me to die, can I let him live?" Victor said in a sinister tone, "I have to let that bullshit king understand that now, TMD is not an imperial era."
"Victor, what are you going to do? "Don't be impulsive." Quaukmot asked nervously.
"It's okay, just a few people died. Let the Spaniards collect the bodies tomorrow." Victor hung up the phone directly.
He has a bad temper now. I have been "wronged" in the United States. Spain wants me dead, gangsters want me dead, and drug dealers want me dead.
CNMD!
I just want to see who dies first.
It doesn’t matter whether the Americans have installed monitors in the room, even if they listen, tell the Spanish, what can they do to Victor?
Can he instigate Victor to be wanted by the International Court of Justice?
“Call Kennedy.”
Casare nodded hurriedly, not daring to get into trouble. I just listened to what the boss said.
The call was put through, and Victor took it over directly, "I already know what happened in Tijuana. You should understand that I am very angry and have a bad temper. Mexico is not the Mexico it used to be. Anyone who dares to touch us will have to pay the price. Tell Brothers, the great white sharks in Tijuana also have to feed the fish and throw the Spanish in."
"As for the other traitors..."
"I hope that when I come back, the city will be full of them. Shout my voice!"
"I understand," Kennedy responded solemnly.
Inviting people to come to the United States to join gangs. Victor didn’t say anything on the phone until he got back.
Italy once relied on "Mexican" ideas to kill the Mafia.
Victor lets American gangsters understand what it means, "Two batons break up a father-son relationship of twenty years" and "Dad's name appears 50 times in a three-page transcript".
Kennedy on the other end hung up the phone and frowned.
"Boss, what did the director say?" the adjutant asked from the side.
“The boss said he was worried about the hungry great white sharks at home.”
? ? ? ?
The Director still cares so much about animals when he travels far away?
“Let James Ryan throw everyone in the Spanish office to the sharks.”
The adjutant’s face stiffened, holy shit, I’m just saying, the director’s got one If a dog can be a drug lord, how can he ask his family how the great white shark is doing?
Tsk, tsk, tsk... Even if God believes in Buddhism, Victor cannot change.
"Tell them not to wear police uniforms and dress up like drug dealers."
"Understood!"
At this time, at the door of the Spanish office.
James Ryan was holding instant noodles. He drank some wine and his stomach felt a little uncomfortable. He drank it in a few sips and drank the soup. Then he saw his police staff officer running over, "Chief Inspector .”
"Say."
The other party whispered in his ear.
James Ryan's eyes lit up, "MD, I've been holding back my anger, and I can finally kill those Spanish people."
"Ahem, they're drug dealers. Drug dealer." The police officer said hurriedly, "I've prepared the clothes."
"Yes, I am Guzman now! Detlev, bring your police officer to change into civilian clothes today. I’ll take you to vent your anger.”
A superintendent standing at the other end responded quickly.
And in the Spanish office.
The atmosphere is getting more and more wrong.
Diplomats made more than a dozen calls. People at home said they would contact Mexico, and those with close ties to Spain said they would help coordinate.
The result was a direct shutdown.
Hold!
Do you want to be so decisive?
The biggest thing under siege is mental pressure.
The calm military attaché was also nervous at this time, "No, Spain will not give up on us."
Just as the diplomat was about to speak, he heard shouting outside the corridor. Voice.
"Who are you! What are you doing? What are you doing!"
Bang bang!
With the sound of gunfire.
The muscles of the two people tensed instantly, and after a while, they saw a group of people rushing in.
"Sergeant James Ryan? What are you going to do?" the diplomat shouted, which confused the other party, but then he thought about it, they want to find trouble, mainly several anti-drug forces He must know the higher-ups.
You might even sleep with his photo at night.
I also plan to play Guzman.
Looks like it’s of no use.
"Gentlemen, do you like seafood?" James Ryan grinned.
……
The sky began to whiten.
Gradually, some people started to get up early to go to work.
Many people noticed that there were many more police officers on the streets, armed with live ammunition and looking around with sharp eyes.
At a breakfast stall.
The residents pointed at the patrol officers and gossiped in lowered voices.
"You don't know, but my cousin is in the National Guard. We were playing cards yesterday and were recalled overnight. Something big must have happened." A fat man ate corn tortillas and whispered to the people around him.
"Kamais, then your cousin didn't say anything?"
"Can we talk about the anti-drug force to the outside world? But I think it is not a small matter. You think, How long has it been since there were gunshots in Tijuana? Drug dealers and gangsters were running for their lives. Yesterday, armed helicopters were dispatched, buzzing over my house, scaring me half to death." Camais shook his head.
Gossip is the nature of ordinary people in all countries. Just don’t eat yourself when you eat melon.
"Stop talking, everyone, I don't want to be invited to drink tea, don't talk about this." The boss said with a smile.
The people eating breakfast around me were all neighbors from all over. When the boss said this, they were very cooperative and stopped talking.
"Tijuana morning news has finished playing..."
The news was playing on the hanging TV. The beautiful host inside was just about to finish when he saw the director running up and handing her a piece of paper.
The other party looked at him, his expression obviously startled, but he quickly returned to normal.
“I just received news that the traitors led by Demetrius betrayed the anti-drug cause last night and intended to capture the city hall. They were shot dead on the spot by the anti-drug troops!”
"Nighttime military control will be implemented from today until August 17, and no entertainment venues are allowed to open beyond ten o'clock!"
"No one is allowed to go out on the streets after eleven o'clock in the evening, and violators will be severely punished !”
In just a few dozen words, the news is really shocking.
Tijuana, a city with a population of 3 million, is going to implement a "restricted" curfew?
Were they rebels last night?
Damn it, is this Mexico or Africa?
People are dumbfounded. This kind of thing can also happen in their own country? The last military coup in Mexico was in 1920. How many fucking decades has it been?
Still doing this.
"This bastard is so cruel! Didn't Mr. Victor do something bad? Betrayal? XX!" Someone yelled, and there was an endless stream of responders.
Swearing people can be seen everywhere on the streets.
But there were also people who cursed, but their eyes revealed disappointment. These ambitious people wanted Victor to die.
When he dies, the situation will be chaotic, and only in chaos will there be opportunities to make a fortune.
How to say something.
The world is a grass-stage troupe. Everyone wants to go on stage and sing a big show. Whether you can play a role depends on your ability.
Will those old guys be pushed down by the waves?
It also depends on your ability.
Don’t be caught up, and don’t be pulled down.
Below the Caotai team, you have to clap and applaud, but the sound is not loud enough for the bosses above to hear, and you don’t even have a chance to be a customer.
So don’t say Victor is ruthless.
Whoever sits in this position will be more ruthless than him.
(End of this chapter)