Chapter 242 Is a 7.62mm bullet harder or a skull harder?
August 13, 1990, US time.
Mexico City. In front of the Senate.
The congressmen carrying briefcases greeted each other, inquired about the content of the meeting, and walked inside in groups.
No one is willing to give up their power. Even if Kwaukemot is a puppet, he is also a powerful puppet.
Victor, no matter what you do, just don't destroy his interests.
The president shot an arrow through the clouds, and thousands of troops came to meet him.
Congressmen from several neighboring states rushed over.
The speaker of the Senate who was sitting above glanced at Quaukmot below. He was wearing glasses and lowered his head, flipping through the documents in front of him.
I looked at the congressmen who were sitting down one after another, whispering to each other, just like a vegetable market.
"Quiet!"
He knocked on the table, and the MPs below immediately sat upright, and the noise stopped immediately.
“Today there is a motion regarding Cuauquemot’s proposal to nominate Director Victor as Governor of the Northern Province of Mexico.” The speaker paused deliberately after speaking to allow others a “buffer” time. .
Sure enough, there was a moment of confusion below.
But immediately after, many people’s faces suddenly turned ugly.
They are not trash, of course you can smell a hint of it from this name.
"Impossible! This is going backwards in history! I don't agree!" A member of parliament sitting in the middle stood up and protested loudly. The companion next to him was so frightened that he quickly pulled him and his face turned green. .
Brother, calm down!
Don’t act like a standout.
Didn’t you see that they didn’t stand up?
Cuauquemot glanced at the people from his own party next to him, and a "Little Diamond" jumped out, "I agree!"
"Mr. Victor has sacrificed a lot for the Mexican people. He deserves more respect, civilized reversal? No! I happen to think that Mexico needs such a leader, and he should take on greater responsibilities."
Many people in the Mexican Workers' Party around him. They all stood up and expressed their agreement.
As we all know, their party leader has a close relationship with Mr. Victor. If there are no accidents, nothing will change in the past ten or twenty years.
The other party is too young. Sometimes, being young and living is capital.
Wasn’t Sima Yi able to survive many competitors?
The British prince has been a prince for decades, and he is still struggling.
“Fuck you!” The member of parliament who stood up first to object cursed. He took off his shoes and smashed them directly. This... hit Kwaukmot so hard that he didn’t die?
Are people on both sides confused?
Even Kwaukmot was confused.
"Ramirez, I'll do XXX!" Xiao Zhuanfeng jumped up directly, "You dare to hit my boss?"
Picked up the shoe and smashed it over.
If you rush up to fight with red eyes, even if a dog is in the way, you will get a slap. After all, Mexico is a multi-party system. Your Workers’ Party has just been established. We are asking you to praise us for political needs. Ukomot came to power, but not to make you arrogant.
Good guy...
Someone fought back.
Then the group K started.
"Don't fight! Don't fight! I am XXXX!"
A group of people started to fight each other, pulling their hair, grabbing their penis, and even spitting on each other. Whatever the means, don't care. No matter who you are, this is how you get into fights.
"Quiet! Quiet!"
The speaker above hit the hammer hard, and the head in front was broken off and flew away.
"Security, security!" He quickly pointed at the "new recruit" Giancarlos outside and shouted.
"Boss, the speaker is calling us." A police officer next to him said softly.
"Come in, identify the people, and beat those who oppose Mr. Victor first and then pull them away." Giancarlos said in a low voice.
The police officers all nodded and rushed in like wolves and tigers.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Giancarlos targeted the congressman who stood up to protest first, shouted, and punched the other party in a cold, secretive way, but... very pain.
"Ouch!!" The other party screamed, covering his crotch and kneeling on the ground. His face suddenly turned red, and he hammered the ground hard.
"Drag the fighter away." Quaukmot stood up and said.
Gancarlos nodded and dragged all the opposition members away.
"Why not drag them? They also fought!" Someone struggled dissatisfied, pointed at the Workers' Party and said, "Unfair! Unfair!"
"You can complain I, sir, am going to Tijuana. My police number is 97121. My name is Giancarlos. If you resist again, I cannot guarantee whether I will use violence. Please cooperate with us."
The other party could only rage incompetently, not listening at all, and shouting loudly.
After dragging him out, Giancarlos said to the team members, "Take him out and give him a beating. Remember to wear a sack, otherwise there will be fingerprints."
Several police officers The member looked at the other party with a ferocious smile and dragged him to the small room next to him.
"Gentlemen, please maintain the most basic respect. This is not a battlefield. If any of you have spare energy, I will be happy to write to Mr. Victor and tell them that you are willing to go to the battlefield."< br>
Kwaukmot looked at everyone with a tigerish face, no one dared to look directly at him, his eyes flickered, he looked at the speaker sitting on top, "Let's start again."
After sitting down, he nodded to Xiao Zhuanfeng, who was beaten into a pig's head next to him, "Good job."
The other party smiled happily, grinning in pain as he pulled the wound on his face.
However, it’s worth it.
He can definitely improve.
The speaker adjusted his clothes and said to the people below, "Now the issue starts again, please vote."
Members of the Workers' Party have voted for approval.
People from other parties looked at each other, at a loss.
Five minutes passed quickly.
The numbers were displayed on the big screen behind the Speaker.
"A total of 48 people agreed, 22 opposed, and 30 abstained. I declare that the proposal is passed and Victor is appointed governor of the Northern Province of Mexico." He said and stood up to applaud.
Workers' Party members also stood and cheered.
The "Little Diamond" jumped left and right, clapped his hands vigorously, and glanced at the other parties in dismay.
Bah!
There is no chance of hugging my thigh.
Open your eyes and see who owns the world in Mexico.
Quaukmot also smiled with satisfaction, and walked out of the Senate side by side with the Speaker, waiting for the big guys to leave.
Only someone dares to cry out.
"Mexico...the era of dictators has come!"
"Ahhhh!!! Victor! Victor..." Some people raised their hands but only dared to call his name, but did not dare to curse. .
But of course some people are not willing to give in.
"Quaukmote is forcing Victor to come to power. If he abdicates in the future, who will take over the National Palace? Victor or us? He seems to be 30 years old in a few months. Can the country be handed over to him? Louis, you are the leader of the party, please say something."
A middle-aged man with a fat face said to the man next to him among the big guys sitting in the row in front of the opposition.
The latter sent a red tie and looked very elegant.
This is Louis Moroni. Originally, according to the plan, he entered the National Palace after the previous term was over, but...
Quauquemot directly created a workers' party , coupled with the support of many big bosses, he was directly allowed to sit in this position.
It's okay, Louis Morrone can wait.
But tell me now that Victor becomes the governor of the Northern Province, what’s the next step?
Do you want him to be your successor?
Louis Moroni has no hope at all. Only he knows the anger in his heart, but his face is very calm, and...he just voted in favor.
Hearing the words of the deputy next to him, Louis Moroni glanced at him, "How many guns do you have in your hand? How many people do you have? Do you have the ability to overturn the table?" "Victor does."
"If he is unhappy, maybe we will all be stuffed into concrete pillars tomorrow."
"But..."
"Don't worry, wait slowly. " Louis Moroni narrowed his eyes, "Victor can't be arrogant for long. He has time. Mexico is a democratic country. If he wants to get on top of us, he must follow the rules. Otherwise, you will think he is ordinary. Can the people agree? "
Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young to be poor, don't bully the middle-aged to be poor, don't bully the old to be poor...the dead are the most important.
"Let's go..." Louis Moroni stood up, with the look of a big boss...
Before this demeanor came out, his feet went soft and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the people next to him helped him to hold him.
Obviously he was under a lot of pressure.
The speaker who walked out heard the movement inside and said to Quaukmot, "Louis and the others may not give up."
"Their skulls can withstand 7.62 mm bullets. "Is that so?" Quaukmot said calmly, "I pissed off Victor and blew it all up for you."
"He went to the United States. The White House supports him. There are people behind him and guns in their hands. Don't make him angry."
"Victor actually has a good temper sometimes."
"When?"
"When you make him happy, and what we are doing now is to make him happy."
Kwaukmot has already positioned himself.
A puppet will be a puppet.
A mascot is also a mascot.
At the very least, it is said that those who understand current affairs are heroes.
He will not die without a complete body.
The most valuable thing about a person is self-awareness.
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Sonora. Ciudad Obregon near the Yaqui River.
This is a military airport covering an area of 6 square kilometers.
At this time, large transport trucks came in one after another.
The Americans still keep their promises.
Tanks, seven Mustang P-51s, and some individual equipment were transported directly from the military base in Arizona.
Victor came to greet him personally.
"Down! Down! Down!" Someone directed the M1A1M main battle tank to get off the large truck. The muzzle was still wrapped, but the classic desert painting looked very beautiful.
The anti-drug force will change its appearance starting today!
"Mr. Victor, please sign this. This is the first batch of sponsorship." An American lieutenant colonel came over with a list and pointed to the place on it that needed to be signed.
Victor glanced at Casare, who nodded towards him, and he signed his name smoothly.
"Thank you."
"This is what we should do." The other party nodded seriously.
"Boss, there is an FBI man who wants to see you. He is here for Director Floyd I. Clark." Jason Bourne walked up to him and said.
"Please come here."
Jason gestured towards the distance and saw two police officers coming with a middle-aged man. He had a standard Angsa face and saw him extending his hand politely, "Good afternoon, Mr. Chief, my name is Pearson, Chief Floyd's secretary and senior assistant for North American Affairs"
Confidant!
“Welcome to Mexico.” Victor smiled and shook hands.
After Pearson exchanged a few pleasantries with him, the two walked to a nearby safe house, protected by bodyguards outside and not allowing anyone to approach.
As soon as they sat down, the other party went straight to the point, "We want to take Uday away. Regarding your application to purchase weapons, the FBI will help you. On this basis, Director Floyd hopes Cooperate further with you.”
Victor smoked a cigarette, raised his eyebrows, and motioned for the other party to continue talking.
“First, the FBI hopes that the anti-drug forces will protect their employees in Mexico.”
“Second, the anti-drug forces and the FBI will reach an overseas assistance treaty to help each other.”
"Third, the FBI assists the anti-drug forces in expanding their influence in Latin America and Europe."
…
There are about 6 in total.
These are relatively reliable. It seems that the FBI also knows that it has made the CIA unhappy overseas. For fear of being intercepted by the other party, it can only cooperate with Victor.
One hopes to have power overseas, and the other hopes to have a say in the United States. Both of them are happy.
Of course Victor agreed.
Pearson was very happy and leaned over, "I can tell you a piece of news first. The CIA is very dissatisfied with your department, but Mr. President and the United States need to support you, so they pinched their noses and agreed, but we are CIA informants told us that they are planning a new plan against you."
It’s like dog skin plaster!
However, the FBI has informants in the CIA, which is really awesome. Of course, the other party also has informants within the FBI, and no one can tolerate them.
When Hoover was here, the CIA was so angry that it dared not stand in front of the FBI for decades. Now that he is dead, the boss from his own family is in charge.
Once this tenant farmer has a higher status than the landlord, he will be more cruel than his master.
Victor laughed mockingly, "My troops, unite!"
If you can make me coup again, I will take your last name.
Pearson nodded, "Just be careful, where is Uday?"
Victor nodded towards Casare, who ran out the door. After a while, two police officers followed him. , holding the dog's leash in his hand.
And Uday... was crawling on the ground like a dog.
! ! ! !
Pearson looked at Victor in shock. He was holding a cigarette, squinting his eyes, and spreading his hands. "This man is said to have a bad reputation in Iraq. He does whatever he wants with his father's status. I just want him to understand that he is not who he is when he comes out of society." They all spoil him."
"If you make a mistake, you will be beaten."
Pearson opened his mouth, "If he knows how you treat Uday, I'm afraid..."
“Saddam can’t educate children, then I will educate them for him.”
“If the United States needs it, I can personally fly a fighter jet to the front line!”
Pearson looked at the other person.
You are a Mexican, but you love the United States more than I do.
"Do you need to lead him? Don't worry, he won't bite. If he barks, you will slap him, like this."
Victor went up and slapped Uday.
“Call twice.”
The other person raised his head and looked at him with fierce eyes. He wanted to stand up, but was held down by the police officer behind him.
Seeing that he was not convinced, Victor went up and slapped him again.
His face turned blue.
"Call twice."
"Woof...woof..." Uday lowered his head, his face full of shame. He felt his anger rising, but...he really couldn't do it.
Victor patted his face and said, "I just want you to understand how others feel when you bully them. Be a good person, Uday."
"Don't imitate your father."
“Not interesting!”
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(End of this chapter)