Chapter 247 Americans are so poor that they are crazy!
August 15th.
Sunny.
The 45th anniversary of the surrender of the Japanese who fucked NM.
Sinaloa, the city of "Topolo Huambo".
A convoy of about 30 National Guardsmen was heavily armed and patrolling the city. Their task was to maintain local order after the ground police forces swept away the drug dealers.
In this small town, a total of about 100 National Guard police officers were transferred from the rear.
John Rambo was wearing a pasgt helmet, standing on a Humvee, holding an M249 machine gun in his hand and placing it on the front of the vehicle.
Although he is muscular, he is slightly nervous. As a new recruit, this is his first time "going abroad to carry out stability maintenance operations."
John Rambo looked around. The civilians sitting next to him on the street looked at them in horror. A woman nervously hugged her child and lowered her head.
He raised his head and saw the dead drug dealer hanging on the suspension bridge in the middle of the road.
The whole body was covered in blood and flesh, and a rope was tied directly to his head. His eyes were open, but empty, as if he was staring at everyone.
"XXXX! Those reckless men in the land police are so rude in their work." A comrade sitting in the back cursed a few words, tore open his body armor, took out biscuits from inside and handed them over, " Rambo, try some authentic Tijuana biscuits."
"Hey! Renaldo, put down your body armor!" the leading police officer sitting in the passenger seat yelled, "If you do. If I see you lift your body armor again, I will stuff your head into your anus!"
Reynardo laughed while eating the cookie.
Winked at John Rambo.
“Ziziziz~”
The radio in the Hummer flashed, “Convoy No. 3, please answer when you receive it.”
“Received it on No. 3! The senior inspector led by the co-pilot pulled over the intercom and replied, "Please say"
"There is a serious security problem on Amherst Street, please go and deal with it"
"Understood!"
The captain adjusted his seat and said to the team members, "Set the alarm!"
Reynardo picked up a siren from the side and mounted it on the Humvee with his backhand The side of the car.
This ringtone...
It’s even wilder than the fucking scream of a woman.
Four Humvee military vehicles drove towards their destination. From a distance, you could see many people smashing the surrounding shops. There was even a man pressing on the woman and tearing his clothes hard. .
One of the reasons why war is bad for civilians.
War breeds riots!
It will release the most barbaric scene in people's hearts, bullying people who are lower than themselves without any bottom line.
Just look at the United States...
Demonstrations would turn into riots in the end. Wasn't the later "Little Xiba on the Roof" famous?
Most of them are local homeless people and some gangsters.
Mexico is one of the "Three Heroes of North America". Because it is close to the United States, there are also many black people. Although they account for less than 2% of the population, they still have a population of millions.
NMD, consumables are produced.
But in Victor’s subjective mind, farm tools are also considered human beings?
Although there is no explicit discrimination, the people under his command understand it and kill them if they encounter them.
"The police are coming! The police are coming!"
A black man shouted loudly, but in a gibberish voice, with an accent, while his companion who was moving goods in the store held a large pile Things just ran out.
What beer? drinks? Even sanitary napkins?
What?
Planning to use it as a mask?
"Rambo, shoot as a warning!"
The captain patted the roof of the car, pushed open the door, and got out of the car with the M16 in hand.
John Rambo pulled the bolt of the gun, tilted the muzzle, and pulled the trigger, chugging, chugging!
“Hold your head and lie down, let me see your hands!”
The captain shouted loudly and thoughtfully used English, but the robbers looked at it and ran away!
"Shoot!" the captain yelled and shot a black man in the back. The other man groaned and fell to the ground.
And John Rambo turned the gun, and Ben swept over with his machine gun.
It flew past the head of a woman who was lying on the ground. The woman huddled together in fear. The bullet hit the wall, and a small bird could fit into the bullet hole.
Bullet casings fell from the car, and John Rambo held down the machine gun's recoil as easily as he held down a chicken.
When these thugs saw that the other party was really shooting, they were so frightened that they lay down on the ground trembling, raised their hands and shouted, "Rendición (surrender!)"
The captain led the people closer and looked at the man lying on the ground. The thugs were about to let the police handcuff them when they saw a black man suddenly get up with a small dagger in his hand and stabbed him.
"Boom!"
The sound of gunshots was heard in the ears. The black man's expression was ferocious. John Rambo's machine gun directly blew half of the opponent's head off. He needed to be shot. Mosaic kind.
Human tissue and brain matter were sprayed into the captain's face.
His face immediately turned green...
But his good qualities allowed him to keep calm after spitting out the contents of his mouth, "Treat the civilians, and the criminals will deal with them according to the wartime plan."
< br>A group of police officers divided their work in an orderly manner and were vigilant. Those who dealt with the mob tied them up with nylon ropes. A group of people were tied together, while Renaldo, who was rescuing the injured, chewed gum and walked to a woman. beside.
The other person’s family members were holding her in shock.
All the clothes on his body were torn.
There was a little girl beside them looking at Renaldo nervously. The latter saw the other person, grinned, took out the Skittles from his pocket and handed it over, "Want some?"
The little girl wanted to reach out, but was held tightly by the woman. She looked at Renaldo pleadingly, "Sir, please get around my child, she is not sensible yet."
Reinerdo After a moment's hesitation, he immediately understood what the other party was worried about.
I am afraid that after the little girl eats it, she will be accused of stealing, and then... click, this is what the drug dealers and the local police in Sinaloa like to do.
Reynardo smiled, threw the Skittles into the little girl's arms, and touched his sunglasses with his right index finger, "Ladies, Victor's soldiers are different from those bastards."
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"We, Serviralagente (serve the people)."
The victimized residents raised their heads blankly and looked at Renaldo. The sun behind him seemed to envelope him, and he suddenly became majestic!
When have Mexicans heard this slogan?
"What are you doing? We surrender! We surrender!"
The tied mob shouted loudly, but it was John who greeted them. Rambo's machine gun.
Kill them all immediately!
The "Victor Internal Wartime Regulations" stipulate that any personnel who riot with weapons or disrupt the execution of police orders in the military-occupied area are allowed to deal with it themselves.
(Senior commander of the anti-narcotics force and four-star police sergeant Kennedy Heisenberg internally recommended that when prisoners cannot be taken, they should be executed on the spot!)
These regulations are circulated internally.
Where are the prisons in this wartime occupied area? We can only take them all away and kill them.
Renaldo turned his head and glanced away, just in time to see the little girl staring, "Aren't you scared?"
"Mom said, it was the man who killed my father." The little girl pointed out He said to a thug not far away who was still lying on the ground twitching.
“What does death mean?”
“Can I see him again?”
“He promised me to go to Tijuana, and he told me so , who is Victor, my dad is a teacher, he told me that Mexico needs a real leader, he is a real warrior, he is like the one from the East..."
Her voice suddenly got stuck as she spoke, and her head was racking and she couldn't think of the name.
The little girl frowned, her eyes sparkling with innocence, and she struggled out of her mother's arms. She looked like a scholar, with a serious face, "Hi! Victor!"
"My father Tell me, Victor, you can save my country and my future!”
“Uncle, what is the future?” It was like something was blocked, and the mouth was half open.
"In the future... there will be no drug dealers in Mexico. You can grow up, get married, and have children safely. You can stand in the sun and enjoy life greedily. You can engage in the career you want."
"You can..."< br>
“I’m very happy to be alive.”
“Reynardo! Let’s go!” the captain shouted at the other end. He nodded, thought for a moment, took off the necklace hanging around his neck, and put it on the other person.
"Victor bless you, Amen."
The little girl really crossed her hands as if praying.
“Amen!”
Reynardo looked at the pious look of the other party and suddenly thought of a picture in his mind.
The Pope in the Vatican was pulled from the altar.
Victor held an AK in his left hand and a nuclear weapon box in his right hand. He said to the believers below, "I want...world peace!"
He shuddered, isn't this too fucked up?
"Quick!" the captain urged.
Reynardo hurriedly ran to the car and waved his hand towards the other party.
The little girl also waved her hand, "Goodbye."
"Rambo, I suddenly discovered our meaning."
The strong man with the machine gun glanced at him, "What?"
"Clean up this dirty world! "
......
At this time, Victor was receiving a live television broadcast from the American Cable News Network, commonly known as CNN.
It was very sudden...
I contacted Tijuana in the morning and started the live broadcast in the afternoon.
To be honest, it’s not respectful at all.
You have to arrive at least two or three days in advance.
But Victor still decided to accept the interview. As a leader, he must often learn to "hype" himself.
He even changed into a suit and dark blue tie for the purpose of leaving the country, looking very energetic.
But as soon as they entered the live broadcast, the female host’s first question was full of unfriendliness.
"Victor, the Mexican Congress passed your proposal to serve as the Governor of the North. Did you commit fraud? You have to know that you are only 30 years old in a few months."
"This It's the people's choice." Victor said with a smile, "I am just working for more than 30 million people in the six northern states. I serve them, and they recognize my service, that's all."
" But according to people familiar with the matter, they were forced..."
"Then can you call the insiders out for a confrontation?" Victor asked back, frowning, but then relaxed.
The female host looked at him without speaking.
"Obviously, no, are you slandering me and Mexico? Are you insulting the representatives of 120 million people in Mexico? Can I assume that you are engaging in racial discrimination? Or so."
"OK, OK!" The male host next to him listened to the director's instructions in the headset and hurriedly stood up to start a fight. If this shit basin is put up, the female host will be laid off.
"Mr. Victor, please don't be nervous, this is just a simple interview."
"Mexico and I do not accept such meaningless speculation."
The male host smiled apologetically, but he was not a good person either. "I have a copy of Culiacán, the capital of Sinaloa. The local people accused you of bombing civilian facilities, and there are various signs that you used illegal weapons in the battle with local armed forces."
"Did you see it?"
< br>"Uh...no?"
Victor pulled off his tie and pointed at him with a oppressive finger, "Then please shut your stinky mouth. If you don't have eyes, I can pay for it." Let you go for cataract surgery..."
"But my colleagues have already captured the tragedy in Culiacan." The male host pointed to the screen behind him, which showed bombed-out houses and injured people lying on the ground. There were screams and even crying all around. .
“No!” Victor shook his head.
“No?”
“Maybe the gas tank exploded.”
This way of telling lies with open eyes made even the CNN host find it “unbelievable” .
Are you trying to get along with Victor?
This is the shameless little bastard meeting the Patriarch.
“There is another question...”
“Wait.”
Victor stretched out his hand and interrupted, “I feel like you are trying a criminal. , your tone makes me very unhappy, I want to say, I’ll fuck you up.”
He raised his middle finger, cursed a few words, and took the shot away.
The male and female hosts of CNN over there looked at each other.
"Mr. Victor, obviously... has a bad temper. Maybe he needs to control his emotions." The female host said with a venomous mouth, "Mexico will not get better under the leadership of such a person. We I am here to appeal to everyone to stop the war, especially Victor. He needs to calm down."
"Okay, our next guest..."
"This bitch’s mouth. It stinks.”
Victor sat in the office, frowning, he was still very unhappy.
Are you being judged like a prisoner?
Who can judge himself!
You two reporters?
Casare next to him poured a glass of water for the boss and wrote down the name of the female host. People must be sensible when they get older.
Just pat your butt to know how to change positions.
The boss didn’t say something clearly, but he knew that he had to find someone to teach her a lesson.
You said the boss can’t control your mouth, then find someone to make you unable to control your urine!
Are there any topics you can talk about?
I don’t even look at how much I weigh.
"Boss, calm down, why bother fighting with them." Casare said with a smile, "Journalists are two kinds of creatures. They always have different voices. There are also many people in the United States who support us."
"Boss , Forrest Gump’s “Blue Gold Society!” "It has exceeded 1,000 people, and our reputation in the Ivy League is piling up among young people."
"He also hopes that we can increase our sponsorship for him."
"No, that's it. Are you here to ask for money again?" Victor said angrily.
After raising dogs remotely, he realized how difficult it is for Americans.
This thing...is really expensive.
“He hopes to increase his income by 600,000 US dollars every month.”
“What do you think?”
Casare thought for a moment, “I think it’s okay, we are now There is no shortage of money.”
“Okay, then when you go to the United States, you can meet him and talk about it.”
Fatty Ka nodded.
"What do the Americans say? Have they said they want to increase sponsorship? The performance of the P-51 cannot evade SAM missiles. It is best for them to get some F14s."
"The Pentagon has not given any news, but Grumman has given a reply. They can sell the F14, but the price is a bit..." Casare was a little embarrassed.
Victor smiled, "How expensive can this be?"
The other person stretched out his hand, and then felt that it was not enough, so he stretched out the fingers of the other hand.
"Wan?"
Victor stared and saw the other party nodding.
“CTMD!”
“The Yankees are so poor and crazy!”
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(End of this chapter)