Chapter 261 What to pay attention to? Attention Loyal Victor!
The dark night in New York is really beautiful.
There are neon lights everywhere and swaying ladies standing on the roadside.
The wind blows.
Oh, it’s a waste of time.
Nothing to wear!
A pure black Mazda Eunos Cosmo was parked at a red light. Inside the car, Kashima Noriyasu, who was sitting in the back seat, had his eyes tied, and there were younger brothers on the left and right sides supporting him.
"Where are you taking me! Bagaya Road..." Noriyoshi Kashima struggled, "I am an overseas member of the Sumiyoshi Society of Japan!"
He was cursing in English. , Japanese all at once.
Mike Corleone frowned, raised his head and glanced at the reflector. The younger brother immediately felt his elder brother's displeasure.
The man on the left elbowed Kashima Noriyasu in the face!
The nosebleed spurted out like an aunt.
Not yet relieved, he went up and pressed on the opponent's legs, raised his fists, and beat Kashima Noriyoshi hard.
The whole car started to shake.
Dududu~
There was a horn sound from the side. Mike Corleone turned his head and saw a convertible parked next to him. Two men and three women were sitting in it, honking the horn hard at him and pointing in their hands.
He opened the window, and the white man driving the car yelled weirdly, "Brother, are you shaking? Hahaha~ Is your little broken car okay? Do you want me to help you?"
As he spoke, he also honked the horn.
At this moment, as soon as the green light turned on, the convertible rushed out, and the woman sitting in the back screamed.
"Boss, do you want to teach them a lesson?" The driver turned around and asked.
Mike Corleone smiled, "Young man~"
The Mazda buzzed and trembled twice, like an old man of several decades, slowly accelerated, turned a corner, and saw the car in front of a nightclub. , two men walked out of the car holding their female companions, and also saw them.
Still standing at the door and pointing.
“Is it embarrassing to drive a Mazda?” Mike Corleone turned around and asked.
The driver laughed sarcastically, “It’s easy to get stuck in traffic.”
Mike Corleone hooked his hand towards the younger brother behind him, "MP5!"
The younger brother quickly took it from the back seat and gave it to him.
Pull the bolt of the gun, open the glass, and shoot directly at the valuable convertible.
Tu tu tu tu~
Pfft!
The red door was shattered and fell to the ground.
Mike Corleone was still angry, took out a grenade, and accurately threw it across the driver's seat.
“OMG!!”
Boom!
The convertible turned into scrap metal.
Mike Corleone retracted and said, "It's cool!"
I don't know if Mazda is awesome, but there must be some who ride Mazda.
Because I believe in Jesus, I allow the other party to provoke me once, but the second time, if I believe in Victor, that won’t work.
Victor’s classic story No. 7: There used to be a man named Confucius. He had 3,000 younger brothers. He liked people to listen to his reasoning, but when they didn’t listen, he went up and beat them up. , left a wise saying: My truth is truth!
Victor also said: take a step back and get angrier the more you think about it, then start fucking this guy and do it!
Mike Corleone also extended his hand and raised his middle finger.
"My car! I rented it!!!" The white man knelt on the ground, holding his head and crying bitterly. He wanted to rush over, but was held tightly by his companion.
This was hit by a grenade. Will insurance cover it?
People must think that he is an idiot.
Mike Corleone amplified the sound, played passionate songs, stepped on the accelerator, and the Mazda sped out.
It was about 8 o'clock in the evening.
While waiting for the car to drive back to the villa, a young man came up and opened the car door, "Boss, Mr. Casare is here."
Mike Corleone stopped smiling and frowned. He picked it up, rushed in, and saw several people sitting in the living room, including men, women, and children. They were obviously his family members.
"Sir, the Information Department number is 99787, reporting to you!"
Casare waved his hand, looked at Kashima Noriyasu who was dragged in from outside, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, Let my personal affairs occupy your time.”
"It's an honor! Sir!" Mike Corleone said hurriedly.
If Victor becomes the boss in the future, Casare, who is the second-in-command, will come to power. He will have a high position of authority, now and in the future.
As long as the Governor General of Northern Mexico does not collapse.
The flesh on Casare's face trembled, and he looked back at his younger brothers and sisters with a gentle expectation, "Felikna, can you go up and sleep?"
"Of course!" The girl was very sensible and dragged her brother.
"Brother, I want to be here." The second brother Felik looked at Casare, his eyes nervous and awkward, "I am 18 years old, I can contribute to this family!"
Ka Fatty Deep He looked at his second brother deeply, then smiled, and nodded with great satisfaction. I don't know if it was because of feelings, but he patted his head, "When you grow up, you can keep it. You guys can go up."
The third brother and the younger sister Felikna nodded.
Mike Corleone was very thoughtful and asked someone to come up and tell them a bedtime story.
"Boss, I can't tell stories, I can only kill people." The younger brother looked embarrassed.
"F*ck, I don't even know how to tell stories, go find the nanny and let her go." Mike frowned and cursed.
Illiterate!
And Casare walked towards Kashima Noriyasu with narrowed eyes.
"Don't, don't..." The mother sitting next to him grabbed his arm and cried.
"Camilla! Is it you?!" Kashima Noriyasu heard a familiar voice, was blindfolded, and shouted, but his mouth was smashed, so his speech was a bit slurred. clear.
Camila Sodi rushed over, and Casare didn't stop him. He just watched her go over and pull off the other person's blindfold.
A man on the other side had a pair of charming eyes.
At first glance, it is not a good thing.
The two hugged each other and cried for a while. Camila Sodi turned around and knelt down her son for a man, "Casare! Please, let him go, he promises to Change it.”
“Say, you can change it!”
Kashima Noriyasu was also frightened and turned pale. He was just looking for a rich woman to play with. He was an overseas member of the Sumiyoshi Club, one of the three major gangs in Japan, but he was just an ordinary employee.
I originally thought that this rich woman was just lucky enough to have a dead husband, and she planned to defraud her of some money, and then, after defrauding everything like before, she would pat her butt and leave, but who knew.
TMD has encountered a iron plate!
"I will change! I will never take drugs again!" Kashima Noriyasu said hurriedly.
Casare smiled.
After looking around, he walked to the fire equipment on the edge of the stairs, picked up the ax, and walked over with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Casare!!" Camila Sodi shouted.
"Mom, a dog can't change its habit of eating shit!" Fatty Ka pushed him away. During the struggle, the little devil ran out in fear.
Kasare caught up with him, kicked him from behind, raised his fire ax and chopped him in the leg!
"Ah!!!" Kashima Noriyoshi screamed in pain.
The ax got stuck in the bone. Kasare pulled it out with a sullen face and kicked the broken leg aside.
"Felik!"
He waved to his second brother. The young man who was also frightened was trembling all over, swallowed and walked over.
Casare put the fire ax into his hand, "Go over! Cut off his other leg."
Felik's hands were shaking, and the smell of blood was deep in the air It stimulated him, and his mother's shouting in his ears also made him uneasy.
Casare put the cigarette in his mouth and "smoked."
Felik's chest heaved with force and he put the cigarette directly into his lungs. He choked immediately and was pushed from behind. "Go over! Cut him!"
"Ah! "
Felik roared, raised his ax and rushed towards the opponent. Under Coyotito's desperate eyes, he chopped off his head at once!
Kill him alive!
The head didn't fall off, it was still attached with a layer of skin.
Kashima Noriyasu stared.
Didn’t you agree to chop off the legs?
Why behead!
Felik couldn't help but lay down next to the swimming pool and vomited.
Camilla Sodi cried and went over, holding the little boy's head and crying incessantly.
Casare narrowed his eyes and pointed the ax at her disrespectfully, "Mom, the man you are looking for has bad taste. Next time I will find him for you! Lose his head! If you do it again Obsessed..."
He paused and said in a bad tone, "Then leave your brothers and sisters to me, and you can go to a mental hospital to take care of yourself!"
Michael Corleone was silent next to him. His lips trembled.
Damn it!
Casare is so cruel.
Looking at how charming his old lady is, she can live for at least 30 years. Are you asking her to stay in a mental hospital for 30 years?
A tough guy like Mike Corleone feels his heart tremble. As expected of him, he followed Boss Victor to do great things.
This method of forcing an uterus is really different from ordinary people.
Casare also knows what he wants and what he doesn't want. Why does Victor value himself so much?
Is it because you are obedient?
There are many obedient people.
Because no matter what I do, I will never go beyond the bottom line. My mother found an addict and is still crying for him. If this reaches the ears of the boss, what will he think of me?
Do you want to make progress in the future?
How do the people below see themselves?
How to choose between mother or power?
It cannot be said that Casare has lost his humanity, but that power makes people more obsessed.
Mom?
Don’t force me!
Hearing his warning, Camilla Sodi hugged her tighter. The second brother Felik, who was lying next to him, had a bad temper. He got up and grabbed the dead Japanese guy from his mother's arms by his hair.
"Everyone is dead! Why are you still holding him! Mom! Wake up!" He threw the head to the kennel next to him with all his strength. The lying hound stood up in an instant, shouting in his throat A low growl.
Then bite him on the nose!
Felik grabbed Camilla Sodi's shoulders and shook her vigorously. If it hadn't been inappropriate, he would have slapped her.
"Mike, let someone help her go back to rest." Casare said next to him.
Mike Corleone responded and called his younger brothers to help him go upstairs. Camilla didn't want to leave, so she was dragged up by the two younger brothers.
"Well done, Felik." Casare patted the back of his brother's head, "When we return to Mexico, I will arrange for you to join the front-line army. Let's start as a soldier."
The Gonzalez family needs one more man to help them.
Felik nodded and said nervously, "No problem, brother, I won't embarrass you, but what should I pay attention to?"
Casare pondered for a moment, "Pay attention , forever loyal to Mr. Victor!”
Felik kept these words deep in his mind.
A picture appeared in his mind, which he had seen on TV.
Wearing a police uniform, Victor shouted to the soldiers below, "Revive Mexico!"
My hands are itchy!
After giving a few instructions, Casare looked at Mike Corleone: "Mr. Governor-General called me and asked me to give you a task."
"Please tell me!"
"Find a way to get close to the government agencies that infiltrate New York. It would be better if it is the FBI and CIA. We must always know what the Americans' attitude is towards us."
Mike .Corleone thought more from this sentence.
Mr. Victor...
Isn’t he going to attack the United States?
Hahaha, no, no.
"You can contact me directly when the time comes and tell me what you need. It doesn't matter if you need money or people!" Casare was very generous.
The Baja California area has taken on a new look after the operation.
Especially for Tijuana, the tax revenue in the three quarters alone may exceed 14 billion U.S. dollars, and the total for the entire state exceeds 17 billion U.S. dollars, and this is just one state.
If Sonora and the upcoming states were added together, wouldn’t it easily be tens of billions of dollars a year?
Sure enough, drug trafficking, arms sales, and medical care, these three violent industries are not as profitable as one industry, "Collect taxes!"
With this money, Victor intends to consolidate infrastructure.
Tijuana has greater potential to tap.
Especially in the tourism industry...
Many people in Mexico City have strong opinions. They think that the power of the Governor General of the North is too great. You should at least pay taxes.
You have so much to eat and you don’t even give us a bite?
Victor was very determined, "Get out!"
If you want to eat, come here with a spoon.
A wave of taxes directly made Victor's small group more relaxed.
"Sir, I'm afraid that some high-level officials are difficult to bribe." Mike Corleone said.
"Capitalist bureaucrats believe in money. If they don't agree, it's not that the money is not enough, but that the money is not enough." Casare approached him and lowered his voice and said, "Whether a person likes money here, you have to look at him. Just breathe, as long as you are still alive, US dollars, pesos, and Italian lira are all fine, but generally they won’t ask for rubles, because those things have devalued.”
“I don’t need to teach you how to stuff money. You do it."
Mike Corleone thought for a moment and nodded, "I will ensure that the mission is completed."
"Waiting for your good news, Mike, when you return to Tijuana. Your military rank needs to be promoted. Maybe then, I will have to call you general."
Look!
After becoming a leader, I naturally learned how to draw a cake.
General!
Mike Corleone was immediately excited by this title.
"Victor! Long live!"
"Loyal!" Casare also raised his hand seriously!
18-year-old Felik looked at him with bright eyes.
Boom! !
Thunder sounded outside the sky.
Miss Christa Schroeder, the chief secretary who was lying in her arms, crawled into Victor's arms.
Sure enough, if you have something to do, you will be a secretary, and if you have nothing to do, you will be a secretary.
The bedside table has a small light on.
With a cigarette in his hand, Victor looked at the sudden downpour outside, his eyes a little deep.
He was a little worried about the soldiers on the front line.
At this time, someone suddenly knocked on the door, and Ethan Hunter's voice came, "Sir."
This was his confidant, and there were people beside him when he was sleeping or even having an affair. Following him, the other person was also very strict with his mouth. There must be something wrong with knocking on the door at this time.
Victor stood up and wrapped himself in pajamas, which also woke up Miss Krista Schroeder. Just as she was about to get up, Victor waved his hand, "You can sleep a little longer, it will be fine."
The other party nodded. She lay down for a while, looked at his back, and touched her belly. She didn't know what she was feeling, but she definitely hoped to be pregnant.
If a son is born, he will be the eldest son!
I can also be more valuable than my mother and my son, and my status can be improved, and I can even covet the position of the prince.
Then isn’t she the Queen Mother?
This trick has been used from ancient times to the present day and is in circulation everywhere.
Some foreign countries also favor boys over girls!
Victor walked out of the room and saw Jason Bourne standing at the door with a solemn expression.
"Sir! Iraq declared war on Mexico?!"
Victor almost choked to death without lifting a puff of cigarette from his mouth, "What?"
"An hour ago, Saddam declared in a televised speech that Mexico is a hostile country. Unless you are driven away or imprisoned, this declaration of war will always exist!"
Are you so brave?
You are in West Asia...I am in North America.
Are you going to declare war on me?
What did I do to me?
Isn't it just to beat your son? Turn your eldest son into a pig's head and declare war on me? Too casual?
But then I thought again, Silly Damu is so shameless. If you do this, he will definitely not be happy. He has a bad temper. People will do anything to creditors just to not pay back the money. What kind of Mexico are you? Never heard of it.
His precious son is really doting.
Everything was bought for him, but it was of no use at all.
If Victor had a descendant like Uday, he should have shot him in the wall.
"Declaring war means declaring war. What's so surprising? Could it be that he can still fly thousands of kilometers to fight us?"
"Then we have a chance to intervene in the war in Kuwait." Jason Bourne whispered explain.
Victor's eyes lit up immediately when he heard this, it seemed true!
I have been thinking about how to improve Mexico’s national reputation, so you showed me your face. This time I will fuck you with my godfather, I will definitely win.
As long as you don’t meet a few of them on this planet, with this combination, wouldn’t it be easy to beat you to an Iraqi?
"Let people declare to the outside world that Iraq will be classified as an unwelcome country and all Iraqis will be expelled!"
"Let Mr. Kwaukmot sign his name, just a formality."
< br>Mexico City has become a stamping machine.
"From the Mexican official, apply to join the anti-Iraq alliance."
"Understood." Ethan Hunt nodded and recorded these, and forwarded them to the Secretariat when the time comes.
Victor was about to go back to his room to make a phone call when he saw the other party shouting.
"What? What's going on?"
"Sir, the northern part of Culiacán, the capital of Sinaloa, has been captured by Rommel's 1st Company!"
"He requested to call for support!"
"So fast!" Victor was really surprised. A company went deep into the rear and boldly attacked the capital directly, and also occupied a corner.
This is truly a military genius!
“Then take it down in one go!”
“Drop bullets from the air to ensure the combat effectiveness of the company.”
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