Chapter 251 "Mexican Foreign Legion!"
Casare rarely gets angry.
But "Dear Brother", "Mexican Father" and "Life Mentor" Victor is his opposite.
After checking into the hotel, he specially wrote this paragraph in his notebook.
“The native Americans lack a certain degree of reverence, which is very bad. Perhaps, this is the price of freedom.”
Let Detroiters see Victor’s Iron Fist first!
After "writing out" everything that was in his heart, he felt much better and picked up the documents in the briefcase.
The American Military Retirement Center hopes that Victor can "help" at least 100 retired soldiers "re-employ".
100?
Victor had no intention of recruiting so many American banks, but this kind of KPI was designed to show off performance, so he could only agree with his head in silence, but it was absolutely impossible to put him in the police force.
What a joke.
Let these gang of monsters and snake spirits come in and directly destroy the discipline.
The discipline of some military forces in Europe and North America is really bad!
There are many reports of the U.S. military being caught engaging in prostitution, and there were even shocking scenes. When fighting overseas, In order to catch a criminal, he once raped the wife of a local man, then tied up the husband and watched with his own eyes.
When he finally left, he blew up the other party’s whole family!
This incident caused an uproar.
Let this scum enter the police force, it is better to give him two dogs. At least after the dogs are castrated, they will really not be able to play anymore.
However, we have to give the Americans face.
In a dilemma, someone gave Victor some advice.
Why not set up a Foreign Legion?
"Mexican Foreign Legion!"
Recruit all citizens except Mexico, but this organization is not in Mexico, but under the name of Victor's "Hope" group, funded by the Northern Governor's Palace and "appointed" them to fight against Drug dealers crack down!
It is also commonly known as PMC Company (War Contractor).
Wouldn’t Victor be able to make another fortune?
Of course, this kind of company is also suitable for doing dirty work. If something happens, if you drag someone out, you will take the blame.
The most important thing is that Victor also has a little idea. If, he said, if he really breaks up with certain countries in the future, this "mercenary" can be airdropped onto the other side's territory and do evil.
It can even help Victor earn foreign exchange when necessary.
In the African market, there is a huge demand for coups, and Nico is just a fool who knows how to do it without any technical content at all, so he has to rely on professionals.
You give money, and Victor's "PMC" company will give you a seat. As long as the price is enough, all you have to think about is how to sit on it.
Dead...
At worst, I'll give you some pension.
To give more or less depends on Victor’s conscience.
Do you really think the Americans will stand up for these "red deer"?
Stop making trouble, they are just worried that these people will cause unnecessary trouble in society.
When Casare was about to add a few more strokes to the "PMC" plan, he heard the phone ring.
? ? ?
The phone in the hotel rings automatically?
What the hell?
Zhi~
Casare pulled out his chair, frowned and picked up the phone, "Hello~"
"Good evening, Mr. Casare." There was a woman's voice on the other side. It was very charming. It was the kind of person who... would make you hard when you hear it. She dragged her voice deliberately.
"Sorry, I don't need a prostitute!" Fatty Ka hung up the phone directly.
I don’t sleep well at night, but I still act so rude when I talk on the phone. Can I be a normal person?
Just as he was about to sit back, the phone rang again. Casare was a little impatient. Why did Hilton allow prostitutes to harass customers like this?
He grabbed the phone in dissatisfaction, "I don't want it, I don't want a prostitute!"
"I'm not a prostitute! Mr. Casare!" The woman opposite smiled stiffly.
"Who are you?"
"Come out for a drink, let's meet and chat."
"Talk about your mother!" Casare hung up the phone directly. He also unplugged the phone line and said with a dark face, "Dasha X!"
At this moment, in the British office in Detroit.
A woman with big waves, wearing a red skirt, painted toenail polish, and holding a cigarette in her hand was startled when she heard the empty sound in the microphone, but then she stood up angrily, smashed the microphone directly on the ground, and mouthed He cursed, "Damn stinky fat man! Fuck XXX!"
"Hey, who made our black rose unhappy?" A young white man opened the door and came in with a smile.
“Go away, George, don’t make me kick you in the balls!!” The woman cursed with a fierce face, took a puff of cigarette, and became more and more angry as she thought about it. Her beauty trap didn’t work. She was so angry. She threw the cigarette directly on the ground.
Hearing the other party's abuse, the white man's eyes flashed with resentment, and he glanced at the other party's figure unscrupulously. In his mind, he fantasized about pressing the other party under him, swallowed his saliva, and smiled. He said, "I hope you can complete the task, Alyssa. You haven't completed this year's task yet. Don't be in last place again."
After he said this, he ran away quickly.
As soon as the door closed, the woman picked up the ashtray and threw it.
Obviously, very irritable character.
Alyssa took a deep breath, frowned, and thought about the next solution.
How to get the other party to the ditch.
The more Casare thought about it in the hotel, the more something was wrong. I was afraid that the call came from a bad person. He called other colleagues over and said to them with a serious face, "No one is allowed to leave without permission." In my sight, everyone has to do business, at least two people are allowed to go out alone.”
His serious expression made everyone look at each other.
"What happened? Sir." one of them asked.
“A rat is targeting us.” Casare squinted, “Be careful, if any suspect approaches you, let her go, especially a woman.”
< br>"X who comes to my door is either syphilis or AIDS. Be careful, if anyone messes with me, I will throw him into the Pacific Ocean!"
Everyone looked embarrassed, but under Casare's gaze Zhong still nodded vigorously.
Seeing that they were obedient, Fatty Ka's face softened slightly.
The identity is different now.
The Viceroyalty of the North of Mexico...the Grand Steward.
This has allowed some countries to formally treat each other to a certain extent.
The more people want to "climb" into their beds, the more cautious Casare will be.
A new war has begun!
……
Soviet Union. Rostov.
In this quiet city, Victor "Envoy" Best was sitting in a cafe in a daze, quietly looking at the street outside.
Empty.
A gust of wind blew, and the garbage bags on the ground were rolled up several meters high, and finally fell down again. The city was like this.
Should we say the incompetence of those in power or the necessity of society? Under these empty streets, there is the cry of the poor, but it is also the carnival of capital. What does Best mean?
He thinks he is a thief.
He is stealing things from a landlord who is about to starve to death, and this landlord's house is full of gold.
He recently planned to short the ruble.
Use the collateral to go to the bank to borrow US dollars, and then agree to repay the loan in rubles. Of course, he can't do this alone. You have to find a "Sutra".
The thief discovered that it was the landlord's son who moved things out of the house.
How funny.
He took out a cigarette and lit one for himself.
The waiter who was lying idle at the front desk raised his head when he heard the sound of lighter, but he just glanced at it and pretended that it didn't happen.
Cafes are going out of business.
It’s good to have guests.
The reason why Best is here today is because he was invited by someone else, an Italian who is not punctual.
He looked at his watch and saw that the other party was already ten minutes late.
"Waiter, pay the bill." He raised his hand and just shouted, when he saw two people walking in the door, both white, one of them was a short man in a blue suit...
He was not tall, but the two It's sexy to have a beard.
When he saw Best, he raised his hand very familiarly, "Mr. Best?"
"You are late, Mr. Sironymus, if not for the sake of For Colonel Mo Jiajin’s sake, I’ve already left.”
“I’m very sorry, there’s a traffic jam on the road.” The other party smiled and said an apology, but his expression and excuse were fake. .
Everyone on this street is running. You said there is a traffic jam.
Best also laughed angrily and looked at the other person up and down. The Italian had such a Mohist kid in his mouth, half of his head was auctioned on the black market.
He was not a good-tempered person. He stood up directly and said, "Sorry, I have to go home, otherwise, the road will be crowded with people. You know, I hate crowds."
< br>Silonimus was startled, looked at the opponent's bodyguard, frowned, stretched out his hand, and blocked Best's way.
“Since you are so anxious, I want to do a business with you.”
"Worthless!"
Making money?
Best raised his eyebrows. He couldn't say no to the money and looked at him, "What?"
If the benefits were enough, he was willing to forgive the other party's behavior.
"I know who you work for, and I can give you $500,000 as long as you help me collect information about Victor."
The other party said it directly.
NTM, aren’t those who engage in intelligence work secretly?
Where did the second B come from!
However, there is no rule that those engaged in intelligence must have a high IQ.
Later, Big Mao appeared once. 50 newly graduated rookie agents made big news. To celebrate their graduation, they rented dozens of luxury cars and paraded through the city. They drove through the streets at lightning speed and occupied driveways. , honking, whistling, and even teasing women on the roadside.
Not only that, they also hired a professional videographer to record it all.
In the end, I made a desperate move and posted the video clips online.
Then they were sent to Siberia to dig cherry blossom potatoes. They could race cars there, but the only thing that attracted them anyway was bears.
This video is exquisitely produced, with cool background music. The most important thing is that it has high definition, clearly showing the faces of these young people for everyone to see.
Gotta understand.
There is no limit to stupidity. (The fantasy novel is because the reality is really SB!)
Best's heart skipped a beat, he squinted and looked at the other person, "Who do you serve?"
"Democratic Security Ministry of the Interior Intelligence Agency, we can support you to take the position of Governor of the North..."
Italy is indeed peace-loving, even the intelligence agencies have the word "democracy" in them, and they are promising.
"You are still as stupid as in World War II." Best interrupted him, and before the other party could react, he kicked his bodyguard away and held down Sironi tightly. He grabbed Ms's neck, pushed him onto the table, grabbed the ashtray on it and swung it with his backhand, hitting him on the back of the head.
The bodyguard reacted and screamed twice. Best's bodyguard took out his gun and shot him in the head.
I was still in shock when I died.
You...you shot? !
Can’t afford it!
“Ah~!!” the cafe staff screamed and ran away.
Best grabbed Sironimus's hair, pulled him to the front desk, took out a fruit knife, and cut off his ear with a click. The other person covered the wound and screamed, "Idiot! 500,000? You special Do you know how much my annual salary is?”
“A poor guy can also try to bribe others?”
Best became angrier as he spoke, and stabbed his right cheek with the fruit knife. , stabbed directly through the face.
You guys, you want me to betray Victor?
Everyone who forms a team with you will not end well.
The German troops all went to the enemy's crystal. The Italians surrendered crazily after being captured in the wild area, which really deceived their teammates.
Moreover, he was the first country in Europe to be defeated by an African "tribe"!
Just this kind of thing...
The Germans said that they won’t even take shit with you.
“Kill him!” Best let go of his hand, and Sironymus fell to the ground twitching, he said to the bodyguard.
The latter nodded, took out his gun and fired three shots at the other party.
Best originally turned around and wanted to leave, but by some mistake, he squatted down and touched his pocket, and took out a bill of lading.
"Uranium 238 bill of lading!"
He got good grades when he was studying. When he saw this, his eyes suddenly widened and he took a breath. It was written by hand and in Spanish. Word.
All over…
The hair on the hair stands on end!
No way...don't do this!
Best felt his hands shaking and looked down at Sironymus.
NMB!
Why did I search for this thing!
……
(End of this chapter)