Chapter 252 Pick it up! I told you to pick it up! !
A little bit of uranium-238 is enough to make people "plunder everyone"!
Who are you?
Young fool, how dare you play this.
You are Lu Bu riding Dian Wei—you are more and more courageous.
However, Best was also impressed by the Soviet people's character of "recognize money and don't care about world chaos".
Brother, even though you are ruined, you can’t drag us to death together.
This is not good!
If the five good people knew about it, there would probably be a bloody storm.
Best angrily kicked Sironymus on the head. This kick was not light, and you could hear the sound of the opponent's neck breaking.
He folded the bill of lading and hid it in his pocket.
I will inform Victor later.
Leave the headaches to him.
Do you know what to do if you get into trouble?
Smoke a cigarette calmly first, and then think about how to let others pass the responsibility to others.
Anyway, the boss can solve it.
As soon as Best left the coffee shop with his bodyguard, he ran into two policemen. They ran over after hearing the sound of gunshots. They had no intention of arresting anyone in the first place, so they came over slowly.
With only a few hundred yuan a month, I don’t have the energy to work hard.
As a result, we bumped into each other.
Brother, didn’t you run away after you fired?
Several people stared at each other, and Best's face tightened and he stretched his hands into his arms.
"Get down! Get down!" The two policemen saw his movements and thought he was going to draw a gun, so they shouted loudly.
This is much gentler than the Yankees. In other words, they would have emptied their magazines and taken administrative leave.
"Don't be nervous, Банкноты (money), Банкноты (money)." Best said in Russian with his feet raised.
When this man came to a strange era, the first two foreign languages he learned were either curse words or about money. Anyway, the former cares about his mother, and the latter concerns his own interests.
Seeing the ruble, the two policemen looked at each other. One of them went over and took the money away, while the other stood with a gun.
Hi, still very cautious.
Best had a smile on his face. After seeing them get the money, he waved to him. He bowed to the two of them in a gentlemanly manner and left with his bodyguards.
When he passed by the police, his smile faded and returned to his dead face.
He hurried back to the hotel and said to the bodyguard, "It's nothing serious, don't disturb me."
After closing the door, he locked it, took out the satellite phone he carried with him, and called Victor directly.
He was so anxious that his eyebrows were burning. Finally, someone on the other end answered the phone.
“Hello~”
“Sir, I have something to report to you.”
Tijuana.
Victor looked out the window at the street, and there was something different in the dark night.
Mexico is seven hours behind the Soviet Union, the sun is shining there, and here you pee in the middle of the night.
When he heard that an Italian businessman worked for an intelligence agency and purchased an unknown amount of uranium-238, Victor's first thought was, will those SBs keep it?
During World War II, Italy piled hundreds of tons of explosives into the San Nazzaro Church in the middle of the city because there was no warehouse to store the explosives. As a result, the church steeple was struck by lightning... One-fifth of the city was instantly destroyed by the big explosion, causing a large number of civilian casualties.
"What do they want for this? Aren't they best at prisoner-of-war camps?" Victor joked with interest while holding the coffee.
In North Africa, after the British army accepted Italy's surrender, there were too many prisoners of war and no time to build prisoner of war camps. They had to ask the quartermaster to give the Italian prisoners of war raw materials and let them build their own prisoner of war camps to lock themselves up.
Ancestral craftsmanship.
"Go ahead and propose it. The goods delivered to your door will not be free of charge."
Best hesitated, "Boss, this thing... Mexico can't do it."
He said it very tactfully.
Don't make yourself angry.
What kind of thing is Mexico? What kind of thing are you? Don’t look at how famous your current Northern Governor sounds.
How dare you do this in North America.
The Yankees didn’t even bother to fight in the Persian Gulf, so the aircraft carrier just turned around and came to kill you.
“Do you think I’m Italian?” Victor laughed sarcastically, making no secret of his ridicule towards them. If he hadn’t held back, someone wouldn’t have left the unfinished project behind.
"It's best, it's best to send someone to pick me up, sir. I have a hunch that the Italians won't give up so easily!" Best said worriedly.
"Don't worry, I will send someone to pick you up. After getting the goods, leave the Soviet area as soon as possible. If you are caught by the KGB, you will feel uncomfortable in some cases. It is best not to pick it up in person. Find someone A third party."
"Be safe."
"Understood."
After hanging up the phone, Best took a deep breath and raised his eyebrows. The bodyguard called in and looked at the other person.
The other party was stared at by his eyes and felt a little at a loss.
No way...
I have never heard of the boss having any special hobbies.
"Take this bill of lading and go..."
At this moment, Victor raised his head and looked at the waning moon in the sky, feeling troubled.
Of course I don't want this thing.
But he can be used as a token of trust.
For example...
Call Pearson, the FBI's senior associate for North America and secretary to Director Floyd I. Clark.
That is the person who came to pick up Uday last time.
The other party was startled when he received the news from him, but he quickly said with a smile, "Governor Victor is a rare visitor. You don't see me often."
"I think Mexico should have closer ties with the FBI. "Victor smiled and said, straight to the point, "I know you want to give the CIA some color..."
"No, no, no, Mr. Victor, we both serve the United States, and there is no enmity between us. . ”
How about installing your MB?
The dogs on the roadside all know who to bite when you fight.
CIA or FBI, it will choose or, because both are better at barking than dogs.
But the more civilized people claim to be, the more they do dirty things, they have to wear a suit and tie.
Will those few good people say that they control more than 95% of high-end and low-end weapons in Africa?
People with status cannot imitate barbarians and extend their hands directly. They have to pretend.
“Do the FBI and CIA have a good relationship?”
"Then it seems that it would be best if I leave this matter to them. After all, Italy wants to import uranium-238 from the Soviet Union. This kind of problem belongs to them..."
"Huh? Ah!" Pearson The sound gets stuck, and then it goes straight up!
“What!!”
Victor took the microphone away and listened to the screams like ducks inside, which made him feel comfortable.
Pretend! Install XM!
In fact, Italy has nuclear bombs, but they belong to NATO, and as we all know, NATO belongs to the United States.
Putting it there is just a deterrent, telling others not to cause trouble with NATO, but it does not mean that the United States will allow Italy to research nuclear weapons on its own.
I have the key, the one you put there is just a sample car.
You fucking told me that now you are going to build a factory, this...this...
"Goodbye, Mr. Pearson." Victor hung up the phone, and as soon as he hung up, there was someone over there The phone rang hurriedly.
He was not in a hurry at all. After smoking a cigarette slowly and being hit seven or eight times in a row, he picked up the phone, sat on the chair, put his feet on the table, "Hello."
"Victor, leave this matter to the FBI..." Pearson spoke as soon as he picked up.
“The CIA only cares about overseas affairs...”
“Let the CIA eat shit, those bastards, CTMDB, who are good friends with the CIA, we are enemies! "Pearson said righteously.
Victor wanted to laugh, but he felt that this was the basic operation of politicians.
What kind of shame can that thing have?
"My intelligence agency discovered this clue and also knew that the person entrusted by Italy was a businessman named Sironimus..."
"How much uranium 238 is there?"< br>
"We are still closing the net, please don't worry, we will contact you as soon as possible."
Pearson, "I will tell the director about this, thank you very much!"
Don't just thank me.
You have to bring out your deeds, but looking at him, he didn’t think about it at all. Victor doesn’t tolerate you, he just wants it.
"Sir, can I need a few F16s?"
I, Victor, give me the money! (Monkey reaches out).
Pearson on the other end was completely unexpected. He was startled, "Didn't he already sponsor a batch?"
"More is needed, sir. The drug traffickers' firepower has become more and more intense recently. Even my intelligence personnel told me that they have prepared aircraft. We must ensure that their weapons are crushed, otherwise..."
Pearson's head is as big as an ox, "I will report this matter to the director."
I have already labeled the other party with two words in my heart: "greedy".
Victor smiled and said thank you, "I'm not greedy. I don't care if anyone is greedy."
After hanging up the phone, he took a puff of cigarette and had a slight headache. His sleep quality had been poor recently.
"Sir, do you need... me to give you a massage?" A voice sounded at the door.
Victor raised his head and saw Miss Christa Schroeder walking by outside, his expression was startled.
The woman wore a black miniskirt and stockings. The most important thing was that the underpants underneath were exposed, and they were red.
Don’t tell me, it’s quite mellow.
The other person is wearing something sexy, no, very sexy.
Victor's Adam's apple rolled subconsciously. Before he could speak, the other party walked in, stood directly behind him, put his hands on his forehead, and gently and slowly placed his head on his chest!
My thumbs slowly rubbed his temples.
Smelling the perfume on his body and feeling the relief on his head, Victor couldn't help but close his eyes.
Suddenly, he felt that the hand on his head was missing. He raised his head in confusion and saw a shocking scene.
Christa Schroeder took off all her clothes, looked at Victor, covered her chest, and her eyes were drawn, "Sir...do I look good?"
Can any man remain indifferent in front of beauty?
Of course?
Liu Xiahui.
"Put on your clothes, Christa." Victor clenched his fists and forced himself to calm down. The other person's curves were almost perfect.
Let’s put it this way, the last time I saw such a deep trench was the Mariana Trench I saw on TV, and the Amazon was only so lush.
The other party was startled, "Am I not beautiful?"
"Beautiful!"
"Am I not sexy?"
Victor looked at her E cup, "Sexy "
Krista Schroeder approached him, "Then why."
"I can't give you what you want, you are a good girl..."
"I can be a mistress, just like Eva Braun, sir, I have liked you for a long time!"
Victor opened his mouth, but before he could react, the other party pounced on him and pushed Victor to the ground.
A pair of stockings directly covered the "lens".
…
Four hours later. (My time)
Victor looked at the messy office, then looked at the bra thrown on the table, and shook his head with a smile.
A little crazy.
He lit himself a cigarette.
A cigarette later, you can live longer than Sai Shenxian.
Of course Victor is not a virgin, women are the spices in life, of course you can try it occasionally.
Control desires and enjoy desires.
Mustache has six mistresses.
What happened to Victor?
Not to mention, my head is unusually clear now.
I just held it in for too long.
He picked up the bro, put it under his nose and smelled it, stuffed it into the cabinet, pressed the phone, "Whoever is on duty in the Secretariat, please come."
Listen every time Footsteps were heard jogging in the corridor, and then Traud Junge opened the door and came in. He was startled when he saw the messy office and frowned, "Why does it smell like heather?"
Victor paused and said, "Find someone to clean the office."
"Oh, good!" Young Traud Junge nodded eagerly, and Victor walked out of the office with a smile. It felt like there was a pair of eyes staring at me from behind.
Fortunately, this is the top floor and he is the only one with an office.
Victor looked at the elevator and then thought about taking the stairs and exercising. His belly felt bloated and he was a little out of breath after four hours. As he walked down, he happened to meet Jason running up. Byrne.
"Hi, Jason."
"Sir!" Jason Bourne looked at Victor's smile, what's going on, boss? So happy? Found a woman?
“Is something wrong?”
Jason Bourne nodded hurriedly, his eyes shining, "Guzman, cerebral hemorrhage!"
"Huh? Huh!" Victor raised his head in surprise, uttering two tones in his throat, and looked up Looking at the other party, "Are you sure?"
"Yes! Several of our informants took turns to confirm, and they didn't expect that one of the bodyguards was bribed by us."
"Excellent!"
"Is he dead?"
"Not yet, but according to the informant, Guzman's cousin Arturo prohibits anyone from visiting him. He just told the public that it is a minor problem. Moreover, he has a premonition that he will be silenced. I hope we can give him some money. He ran away."
"How much does he want?"
"Why run away? Let him work for me. Territory, what else can he be afraid of? Nowhere is as safe as here!"
Jason Bourne always feels...
The boss is reluctant to part with 200,000. "This is a model. We want to tell everyone that as long as they work for us, in principle, all the crimes they have committed before will be forgiven."
Well, in principle, not in principle? It depends on Victor's mood.
When the time comes, these people will be withdrawn as role models, and they will be responsible for bragging about Victor's generosity every day.
"Then shall we launch an attack? Take Sinaloa down?"
"No rush."
Victor chuckled, very sinisterly, "You said this news was blocked by Arturo? Then we will tell others. After all, everyone has the right to know, let the news Play it in a loop, and let people go to the front line to use the loudspeaker and don't stop."
"I want them to start chaos inside!"
"Arturo wants to take over? Man’s cronies disagree, and when the time comes for internal strife, we’d better push them to fight.”
This is a conspiracy, and it’s actually easy to solve, as long as Guzman is pushed out. Just slip away, but can Arturo quit?
Victor found that his luck has been really good lately.
At least good luck is on your side.
Jason Bourne thought for a while and nodded.
"By the way, let's vacate Villa No. 3 and let Krista Schroeder live there." Victor said something insignificant.
Jason Bourne is such a shrewd person, he understands immediately. It seems that many young men are about to fall out of love.
"Okay, I'll make arrangements when I get down."
Victor hummed twice, waved his hand and walked downstairs slowly.
When you are in his position, you only need to ask for many things, and there will be people to help you do them.
But he is not satisfied living in the north of Mexico.
The true romance of men is power and ambition!
"Icame, Isaw, Iconquered (I came, I saw, I conquered)"!
…
Detroit.
As an industrial city.
It was foggy in the morning.
Casare complained when he came out of the hotel, "XXXX! And SB is bragging about the American environment, so XX!"
The greeting is very beautiful.
"Sir, the taxi is here." The doorman shouted respectfully and went up to help open the taxi door.
Casare thanked him, and naturally there was a bodyguard beside him who would give him the money.
Looking at the 100 US dollars in the receipt, the doorman smiled crookedly.
How generous!
No, that’s so generous!
"Hi! Man, I see you again."
As soon as Casare sat in, the driver smiled and turned his head.
The former raised his head and saw, isn't this the "chatty driver" from yesterday?
He was very excited, "Man, I understand, you must be no ordinary person."
"Oh? How can you tell?"
"This hotel costs more than 1,000 US dollars a night. "
Casare was startled, then laughed out loud and gave him a thumbs up to praise him.
“I’ve seen too many people with these glasses, let me tell you…”
"Can you drive first? Sir." Casare interrupted the other party and said with a smile, "I'm in a hurry."
"Oak! Ouk! Where are you going?"
"U.S. Army Retirement Center."
"It's this place again. I've been there four times this day." The driver muttered a few words, but he didn't move slowly and stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.
Casare looked back and another car followed.
The driver had no time to spare, "Do you know who was chased and beaten by Chaos 13th Street yesterday?"
"It's the son of our mayor of Detroit."
"?!"< br>
The United States is really NMD about human rights equality, even the mayor’s son has to be beaten.
This was the first sentence that Casare thought of, and he raised his head in confusion.
"Detroit is cracking down on gangs, believing that black people are a source of unrest, and resorting to violent law enforcement against black gangs such as 13th Street. White gangs turn a blind eye. Just watch, sooner or later it will turn into riots again." The driver sighed. .
"Anti-crime" in the true sense.
“It’s so chaotic.”
“The mayor is a member of the Aryan Brotherhood.”
The taxi driver has another bombshell.
Casare scratched his head, the world of magic.
Now I have seen everything except ghosts.
"Who do you support?"
The driver glanced in the reflector and smiled, "I support banknotes, and fighting will not do me any good, you are right."< br>
Casare nodded, that’s right.
While the two were chatting, they drove to the U.S. Army Retirement Center in the central neighborhood of Detroit. It was supposed to be a military retirement and reemployment center.
When he just got out of the car, the driver stuck his head out and said, "Sir, please be safe. I feel something is wrong recently. Please don't get involved. Detroit is hopeless."
Casare was startled. Seeing the driver's behavior, he took out his business card and said, "If there is any danger, call me and pay attention to your safety."
The driver took the business card and stuffed it into the gap in the car. , smiled and hit OK, "God bless you!"
After that, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
"Victor bless you." Casare murmured, and after taking a look, he led the people into the retirement center.
There are banners and signs hanging outside.
There is already an exhibition hall inside, and there are people standing in full gear, showing off to others.
"Excuse me, which company are you from?" A female sergeant wearing a US military uniform came over and asked with a smile. There were dimples on her face, which looked very comfortable.
Casare looked at her and took a second look.
"Mexican Foreign Legion." The colleague next to him said.
The female sergeant turned over the location map in her hand, "C-21, please follow me, inside."
She said and led the way, looking very cute Yeah, but the figure... is good.
“This is divided into Area A, Area B and Area C. Area A is closest to the door and has higher exposure. Area C is the worst. In Area A, I saw Military Professional Resources Inc. (MPRI) and SCG. International risks include US arms giants Colt, Lockheed Martin, Raytheon, Grumman and Northrop, and there are almost a dozen arms companies.”
“Also. Need someone?" Casare was startled.
"They also have PMC companies to maintain their own interests overseas." Colleagues in the joint combat department obviously know more, "But most of them recruit special forces and even some retired generals, so that their interests can be satisfied. "
Casare nodded slowly and glanced at Area A. Sure enough, the exhibition halls of those big companies were very "fashionable", and these were very high-end at first glance.
“If Area A has a national background, most of Area B are large private organizations, such as the South African EO Company, and the British ControlRisks (Risk Control Security Company), as well as those registered in the British Virgin Islands Erinys International (Erinys International Security Service)"
"Erinys means the goddess of revenge, that's the one." My colleague pointed to the exhibition hall on the side of Area B, which has this picture on it. Sculpture of the goddess.
Looks... two-dimensional?
"They all look so professional." Casare sighed.
“The earliest British PMC company has been established for 200 years. They are all professional military experts. There are about 40 companies in Area B.”
“And Area C…”< br>
Needless to say, Casare has seen it with his own eyes.
In Area C, TMD does not have an exhibition hall, but booths.
Just looking for a job.
Go past this row, NMD, there are hundreds of them!
“Most of the companies here are private companies that accepted invitations or submitted application letters voluntarily.” The female sergeant walking in front turned around and said.
Casare frowned, "We are here on behalf of Mexico."
"That represents Malaysia, that is Colombia, that is South Africa, and that...Ethiopia." Female Sergeant He pointed to a few stalls in the distance.
Although it seems like an introduction, why do you feel a sense of humiliation?
Holy shit!
This is still the reason why Emperor Wei did not ascend to the throne.
Once you are on top, go directly to area A.
Being a dog means being a dog king.
Casare has endured it, but what can he do if he can't bear it?
“Your place is over here, next to Spain.”
Putting Mexico and Spain together?
You are not big enough!
Casare was obviously confused. Do you want us to fight?
What is the difference between putting the Soviet Union and RB together?
Germany and Italy are put together.
But the Americans arranged it. Casare could only hold his nose and agree, and followed the other person towards a slightly remote corner.
But I happened to see a jaw-dropping scene.
My stall was kicked down, and a white man was stepping on the national flag.
"What's going on?" Casare shouted towards the female sergeant.
The other party was also a little embarrassed, "Don't worry, I'll ask. There are not enough people. It must be a misunderstanding."
A white man at the Spanish stall next to him was still applauding and laughing, obviously with I know the white man who stepped on the flag.
Many people nearby looked at the joke.
"Ask! Ask TMDB!" Casare immediately got up, rushed forward, flew up and kicked the white man over, sat on him, grabbed his hair and smashed it to the ground.
"Hey! What are you doing! Bastard! What are you doing!" Another Spaniard stood up and went to Le Casare's neck.
The bodyguard was about to rush up, but he shouted, "Don't... don't do it! I'll do it myself!"
Casare's few blows directly knocked the person under his crotch unconscious. Yeah, people can't stand it if you sit down.
He grabbed the Spaniard’s hair behind him with his backhand and threw him over the shoulder in a cool way!
"Wow!" A black man watching nearby whistled and clapped.
Casare angrily kicked the opponent in the face. He was a policeman, a front-line policeman. He had only been on the second-line recently, but that didn't mean he was unfamiliar with his staff.
Is it possible to become a prison guard in Mexico in a short time?
Grabbed the opponent by the neck, dragged him in front of the Mexican flag, and yelled, "Pick it up! I told you to pick it up! Pick up the flag!"
The Spaniard was hit on the bridge of his nose. Crooked, muddy, like a dead dog.
Casare gave the opponent a backhand slap, and several of his already shaky teeth fell out.
"What are you doing! What are you doing!"
Two men in Spanish military uniforms pushed aside the onlookers and ran in. When they saw the miserable state of their colleagues on the ground, they pointed at Casare and shouted.
Fatty Ka let go and the Spaniard fell to the ground. He smiled, went up and kicked him in the head.
Unbutton his suit jacket, walk up to the two soldiers, squint his eyes, "Hit someone, can't you see?"
"You are provoking Spain, Casare." one of them shouted, obviously recognizing him.
"Then let's start a war! Do you Spaniards have any talent? Do you?"
Casare pointed at the opponent and asked loudly, his aura directly shocked the opponent, "Do you dare?"
"Don't go too far, it's very unfriendly." Someone next to him interjected.
“Excessive?”
Casare laughed directly, turned his head and looked at the canvasser, “Let me tell you what is excessive, sir, you really should be shown. But I'm very kind. This is the United States. If I were in Mexico, I would burn you all to death with a flamethrower!"
He shouted loudly, his facial muscles trembling, "Excessive?! Who do you think you are talking to? Casare Gonzalez!"
"I have been on the battlefield, you know? At one time, I saw many, many over-the-top drug dealers, bastards like Spain, eccentrics and idiots like you, but you know what to do?"
"We cut those people's legs. Tear them apart, rip off his heads, and stuff them into the toilet!"
"Spain?"
"Your era is dead! Your pride should be torn off, you..."
Casare looked at them, staring hard, "You will be judged!"
The two Spanish soldiers shuddered when they saw the look in his eyes. One of them swallowed his saliva, his expression a little nervous.
"Pick it up, go pick it up!" Casare turned sideways and pointed at the Mexican flag on the ground, "Otherwise, I will keep you alive without Detroit."
"It won't work even if Jesus comes, I, Casare Gonzalez, said it!"
His voice was resounding.
This is what the remnants of the old era said to the enemies who bullied it, bullied it, humiliated it, and even wanted to kill it.
Many neighboring countries were colonized by Spain.
They felt hearty.
When I was a prison guard in Mexico, I was scolded and drug dealers laughed at me. Now my boss is in charge and we have elite soldiers. I am the second in command of this group.
What if I still get scolded by you?
So what am I trying for?
Then why should I step out? I might as well die in the plateau prison?
Just because I am smiling, it does not mean that I am really easy to talk to.
Boss Victor, me, the second child, and Jesus, the third child!
“Pick it up!” Someone next to you raised his hand and shouted. This sound will be heard, and the people next to him will slowly shout too, and finally it will spread more and more.
"Pick it up!"
"Pick it up!"
The Spaniards turned green. In fact, they did it on purpose. When they knew that Mexico was next to them, they wanted to humiliate them. After all, , just a small country.
They were the Spanish Empire!
In addition, domestic publicity about Victor was also negative, saying that he was a cannibal tyrant. Many Spaniards were persecuted by him, and a lot of wealth was taken away.
You should teach them a lesson.
But who knew that Casare would be so strong.
Get into a fight if you disagree.
These two losers can't beat a fat man.
But even though the Spanish soldiers thought so, they did not dare to take action for fear of being beaten by the crowd.
The two people looked at each other, and finally had no choice but to pick up the flag.
Casare grabbed one of them, grabbed the face of one of them, and wiped the footprints on his face vigorously.
The other party struggled fiercely.
After wiping it a few times, Casare held up the flag with both hands and shouted loudly, "All imperialisms are paper tigers!"
"They are not qualified to stand in front of us now. Barking!”
"The world will eventually belong to peace!"
"Long live...peace!!"
Casare almost shouted out Victor.
He yelled.
Other countries that were once oppressed also raised their hands and cheered.
World peace is the boss’ belief!
……
(End of this chapter)