Chapter 230 Are you the bastard in the American wishing fountain?
US time, August 9, 1990.
Sunny day.
Liberty Island, New York.
In front of the ruins of the Statue of Liberty, there was silence and solemnity. About 200 people from ordinary people and government departments paid their respects at the scene.
After emergency repairs, this "girl" finally held up, but if the next generation of Americans wants to see her original appearance, they can only read it in textbooks.
Of course, maybe the French still have it in their warehouse.
The memorial ceremony was supposed to have 1,000 people.
But your fucking Victor is so hateful. After the attack yesterday, the local police raided the branches of the Aryan Brotherhood, M13, and AsianBoyz (Asian Boys) overnight.
In a residential area, a series of follow-up sneak attack plans against Victor were discovered. The tasks above were very clear, and even the escape route was clearly written.
If necessary, an explosive attack can be launched. As long as Victor is dead, everything will be fine.
There is a $6 million reward for his head on the American black market.
Really...
Can you be more generous? Uncle Victor felt uncomfortable hearing this.
After all, the bounty amount is too small, which can easily make people feel "inferior".
Later, when the "Wolf of the Caucasus" Basayev was wanted, he was very dissatisfied when he heard that there were only 300 million rubles. He thought it was too little and even mocked, "If you don't have money, I can lend it to you, but please Be generous, my head is worth more than that.”
Then... he died.
For fear of another incident, the FBI directly controlled the number of people who came to mourn at the scene. Brother, we are already being pushed to the ground and embarrassed.
We are Fobole, not the CIA!
An official of a country?
Victor should forget about it. When he came to the United States for a visit, he was attacked one after another. The old face of the FBI didn't know where to throw it.
And in order to prevent another explosion attack, helicopters were hovering in the sky.
Bush, who came from Washington, talked a lot on the stage, making everyone want to doze off.
"Now, please let us say the last prayer, may God bless them to rest in peace."
Victor closed his eyes and prayed. Everyone was dead, praying for wool.
After the ceremony, George Foreman ran over and said, "Sir, Mr. Bush invites you to meet."
Here he comes!
Victor straightened his clothes and said, "Okay."
When he was about to follow the other party, he saw a middle-aged man wearing glasses coming out from next to him and grabbed him by the arm. Shoulder.
"Mr. Victor."
He looked at the other person in confusion, "Excuse me, what's the matter?"
"My name is David Koresh, do you believe in the end of the world?"
I understood immediately.
Fuck!
MD, what kind of American sect is it?
Perhaps many "gurus" see the potential value of the United States.
You are stupid, you have a lot of money, come quickly!
In the 1960s, an Indian named Bhagavan Shri Rajneesh established some kind of "Osho Cult", which was a weird combination of free love, Eastern spirituality, temperance capitalism and pop psychology. , attracting thousands of believers.
Also has its own police station, fire station and airline.
They all plan to subvert the local political power in the United States.
There are smart people in the Lighthouse Country, but there are also more lunatics like this.
What Victor hates the most is the kind of people who advocate the end of the world. They don’t do anything but chatter every day. His face suddenly turns black. He curses David Koresh at this, “Get out!”
This response was also unexpected.
You are a celebrity after all.
So vulgar?
David Koresh still wanted to speak, but was pulled away by the FBI who had already gathered around him. He shouted unwillingly, "Sir, join us, the end of the world is coming!"
"If you don't manage people like this well, problems will occur sooner or later!" Victor said to George Foreman.
“Are there no such people in Tijuana?”
“Their beliefs require my approval. Without my signature, any sect is illegal.”
"Including God!"
George Foreman paused and looked at the serious expression of the other party, but the latter immediately laughed, "You're kidding, how can I be so dictatorial."
Casare standing behind him and Damon Hessef Zola, deputy commander-in-chief of the Air Force Police Force, looked at each other.
This is called Victorism, not dictatorship. If you say it wrong, you will be shot.
In a room next to the Statue of Liberty, Victor met Bush, one of the two most powerful people in the world.
No matter from which aspect, financial, political, or so-called mysterious background?
The Bush family are giants.
If you include his son, later George W. Bush, their family took the oath five times in the white house.
His father-in-law is a manufacturing tycoon, and his mother comes from a family of financial tycoons. The Bush family's industries have spread to oil, banks, military enterprises and even sports projects.
With this background, no wonder there are rumors that when he crashed into the sea as a pilot, there were people salvaging people in the target sea area 24 hours a day. Anyone could die, but not him.
However, by this time he had become an outstanding politician.
In the room, Victor also saw an acquaintance.
Berthalia Rumsfeld of the Los Angeles Times! !
"Long time no see, Mr. Victor." When the other party saw him, he smiled and stretched out his hand to say hello.
Sure enough!
The background of these girls is different.
This kind of private place is so close to the old Bush. If you say you have no background, who will believe it?
"Hello, Miss Bersalia."
"Do you know each other?" Bush asked with a smile.
"Yes, sir, I once interviewed him."
"That was really a good encounter, and it was also my most perfect day." Victor also said next to him , glanced at each other, it was bigger again.
His words obviously startled the two of them, and then Bush glanced at Bertha Rumsfeld with a strange expression, and the latter's ears... immediately turned red.
"Let's get down to business. I only have ten minutes and I have to return to Washington."
Victor sat up straight.
"We are very satisfied with your crackdown on drug traffickers, but it is far from enough. We need to retaliate against them, yes, revenge! They made the United States cry, and we will let them bleed. In addition to the previous Besides the aid plan, do you have any other requirements?”
The real drama begins.
"I allow the United States to send military advisers, but I don't want the CIA to interfere with my police force. This is the first point."
"The second point is that I hope to deliver our "Mustang" P51, the model is dive "
"Third..."
Victor was stuck for a moment, smiled sheepishly at Bush, and took out a piece of paper from his pocket, with the reverse side visible. It is written densely on it.
This confused everyone in the room.
We are just being polite, are you just so rude?
"Ahem, let me see for myself."
Victor handed it to Casare next to him, who handed it over with both hands.
Old Bush squinted his eyes. He is old and his eyesight is not very good. "Article 3, we hope that the United States will sponsor a regiment of individual equipment."
"Fourth, I hope the United States can sponsor 10 M1A1 main battle tanks and 20 M113 armored personnel carriers (APC)!"
......
You are pretending that Bush is a wishing fountain! Where is the tortoise?
I didn’t see the old man’s veins popping out.
The price of the M1A1 "Abrams" is not cheap. It cost more than 8 million US dollars at the last time. You asked him to sponsor 10 of them in one go?
You...
You...
Bush Sr. was still polite, at least he didn't curse.
Victor was shameless, smiling and looking at the other person expectantly.
"I think we need to be pragmatic, sir, these weapons and equipment..." The office employee standing behind Bush saw this scene and directly came to resolve the conflict for the boss.
I'm not afraid of you bargaining, but I'm afraid you won't give.
"How much can you sponsor? Pablo's firepower is very fierce, I think more firepower is needed to defeat him."
The acting director of the CIA has been watching from behind. Richard James Kerr stood up, "If you need so much weapons sponsorship, maybe the United States does not need to support you. Anyone can kill Pablo, and you can't provide anything to the United States. Sorry, I said it very directly, but wasn't it?"
"I can offer my loyalty," Victor said seriously.
"This is not funny at all. There is no one in Latin America who is not loyal to the United States." Richard James Kerr sneered.
Victor ignored him and stared at Bush, "Everyone in the world knows about the war in the Persian Gulf. I also believe that the Iraqi soldiers cannot stop the Americans, but you need to maintain local order and will always enter the counter-terrorism stage. , At that time, I can send my police officers to maintain local security.”
As we all know, the most intensive war deaths are urban anti-terrorism after the end of large-scale wars. Americans have a deep understanding of this in Vietnam. The casualty rate at that time was unbearable for four generations of presidents from Kennedy to Ford.
The domestic anti-war wave is fierce.
But if it’s a Mexican who is responsible for the killing and a Mexican who dies, what does it have to do with you?
Public support is the most important thing.
"So many weapons..."
"I know the price of tanks is very expensive. I can buy them, as long as they are cheaper than the market price." Seeing the hesitation of the other party, Victor said directly, "As long as The United States agrees. "
In fact, we also understand that it is definitely impossible to get the other party to agree to such a large amount of "aid". What he wants is just a way. For example, if you don't agree, then please allow me to buy.
I will go and negotiate with the defense department of Chrysler Automobile Company. When the time comes, I will buy a few cars and then exchange some points for some. This is also a good idea for the outside world.
Then I changed the iconic paint, magically changed it, and sold it to Africa. Do you know how many cars I have?
Bush frowned and looked at his watch, "I'm sorry, time is limited. I need to discuss it with my staff and will give you a reply as soon as possible."
"No problem, sir, I like the United States very much. , I will stay here for two more days." Victor behaved very obediently.
Get up and send Bush out. As he was leaving, the CIA boss looked at him with a fierce inverted triangle.
"It seems that Mr. Richard doesn't like you." Belsaria said from the side.
Victor glanced at the other party. Because of his height, he could just...see...
But being a gentleman, he quickly withdrew his gaze, "There is only one thing in the world that will be liked by everyone."
"What?"
"Bills." Victor rubbed his fingers. "I'm not Mr. Richard's mistress. Of course he won't fall in love with a man."
Belsaria was startled and smiled happily.
"This is my first time coming to Free Island. Do you have time? Maybe you can take me around. Of course, I can treat you to lunch."
"I still want to go back to work..."
Belsaria glanced at Victor, with disappointment in his deep eyes. She didn't know why, but she felt guilty in her heart.
"Actually, yes, I can take leave."
Victor smiled, with dimples visible at the corners of his mouth, "Thank you very much, I think I saw an angel."
"No...no, we are friends, aren't we?"
Casare can feel from behind that the boss wants to pick up this woman!
A few words can make a woman fall?
MD, can you do whatever you want if you are handsome?
He looked down at his belly. Fatty people are cute too, okay?
……
Jalisco, Guadalajara.
A village near the sea.
The room was dark.
The weather is not very good and it is foggy.
The light from the TV inside revealed a thin figure. El Mencho grabbed the corn rice in the basin and stuffed it into his mouth, like a starving ghost. .
His eyes were ferocious, a little crazy.
The TV is broadcasting news about the rebels.
I heard the host say it ended in failure.
El Mencho's expression suddenly exploded, "Trash! They are all fucking trash!" As he said this, he smashed the corn rice over, took out the AK47 next to him, and pointed it at the TV.
Hearing the sound of gunshots, the drug dealer outside rushed in. Seeing this scene, he was a little at a loss.
Just when they were in a panic and didn't know what to do, El Mencho's little brother, who had grown up as a child, had been in prison with him in the United States, nicknamed: "Cougar" Louis Rickardsons- Sikes.
His nickname is said to be because his hair is relatively long. As for where the hair is?
It remains to be verified.
When Victor catches it, he will bake you in the microwave to see how many hairs you have.
“An American woman ran away and was caught.” Louise Rickardsons-Six suffered a vocal cord injury and her words were noisy.
El Mencho glanced at him, walked out of the room, and saw a woman kneeling on the muddy ground below, trembling with fear on her face.
This is the American hostage he captured just to ask for ransom. Otherwise, where would he get the money to buy weapons and ammunition?
He kidnapped 32 Americans, 4 Frenchmen, and 2 Koreans in two months. The two Koreans were very disobedient and were hanged to death by him.
When the woman saw El Mencho, her pupils shrank and she shook her head vigorously, "I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore, please forgive me, I will give you money, and my husband will give it to me." It's money." There was a cry in his voice.
El Mencho touched her head, grabbed her hair, looked at her frightened eyes, and whispered to El Mencho, "Why are you disobedient?"
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The woman opened her mouth and felt the force on her hair gradually getting stronger.
El Mencho took out a military dagger stuck behind his back and stabbed it directly into the woman's mouth. It was 20 centimeters long and penetrated directly!
But this man still He was not dead, his body was twitching hard, and his throat made a "loud" sound.
"Pull out her eyeballs, I like her eyes."
This guy definitely has rabies, um... a humanoid rabid dog, it should have been bitten by an RB person.
Luis Ricosens-Six nodded expressionlessly, raised his head and looked at the other party, "Boss, the Michoacán family has Guzman's help and is putting a lot of pressure on us. Our plan to enter Sinaloa may not be possible." So easy.”
“The Gulf Group and the Juarez Group are also oppressing us from other places, and they want to swallow us up”
El Mencho heard this. The news' breathing was obviously stagnant, and his eyes were red. "Those three bitches, why don't they let me sell drugs? Who are they? Do you want me to be their little brother?"
"I, El Mencho is the only one who will die as the boss!”
“If he doesn’t let me live well, let’s not make him feel comfortable either. Let’s kill Guzman first.”
"I will lead the team myself!"
Okay...
Over there, Victor wants to kill his mother, and you do too.
This can still hit each other.
Mexicans, traditional crafts?
Killing mother?
……
(End of this chapter)