Chapter 280 Isn’t it just money? I, Victor, am poor and have only money left!
Rivera's request for "one hundred thousand dollars" was quickly approved.
Isn’t it just money?
Draw a cute picture on a piece of waste paper.
What the Governor's Mansion cares about is how many people are hiding on its own territory.
Spies...
If you don’t get the evidence, it’s really hard to believe that the man at the pancake stand on the roadside is actually an agent. Uh... Of course, he’s not very skilled at his craftsmanship and he still says he’s been doing it for seven or eight years. There is a problem at first sight.
Pa~
A black bag was thrown next to Rivera. The other party couldn't wait to pick it up and open it. When he saw Franklin's ugly face inside, he looked happy!
Ignoring the eyes of others, they kissed directly.
"Can the intelligence tell us?"
"Of course!" Rivera nodded with a smile and handed over the paper he had prepared. The person contacted by the Information Department was Deputy Director Augustin Przeucir , he took it over and looked at it with a sharp look in his eyes, "Are you sure?!"
"Of course!"
Rivera laughed, "Tijuana seems to be calm. But there are many fish under this water who are preparing to fish in troubled waters!"
Augustin Przeucir frowned.
Mainly there are too many people on the list he gave.
Italy…
Spain…
France…
Germany…
Hold! There are 45 countries and regions in Europe, at least 30 of which are active on the Governor's territory. In addition to Europe, there are also North and South America and some countries in Asia!
Those who don’t know better think this is the center of the world.
“These people cooperate with each other, and their goal is to overthrow Victor’s regime!” Rivera said.
"Why? I don't remember that we offended them."
Rivera said meaningfully, "They don't want another powerful little brother in the United States. Europe also has a free heart. Heart.”
How do you say something?
Although we are convinced on the face of it, I am not convinced in my heart!
“Thank you.” Augustin Przeucir nodded and looked at Rivera, “Do you still want to get rich? ”
The latter looked at him.
“Work for us, and we will upgrade your authority in the Italian intelligence agency and help you climb up. You don’t want to be a charge soldier all the time.”
Augustin Przeucir said with a smile, "The higher you go, the more confidential the information you are given, and the higher the price we will give you."
"You don't have to worry about others betraying you, you know We will deal with anyone who has the inside information and make sure that you are cleaner than anyone else now."
Rivera hesitated, a little hesitant, "But I am the only one left in Tijuana by the Army Intelligence Bureau, so they will be suspicious. "
"Don't worry, you can leave all this to us!" Augustin Przeucir patted him on the shoulder and said.
“Can you really give a lot?”
Look, for money, he is still willing to do anything.
If you don’t want to, it means you don’t have enough money.
During the struggle for hegemony between the Soviet Union and the United States, many people defected, such as the famous Lieutenant General Koshelev. At that time, he served as deputy commander of the 16th Air Force Group Army, and the Americans promised him 100 million US dollars.
He immediately surrendered.
All, as long as more money is given, few people can avoid being corrupted.
Oh, by the way, Lieutenant General Koshelev was stabbed more than 20 times in the toilet of a mansion in the United States in 1985, and died miserably.
This is also one of the Soviet Union’s means of revenge!
But it can’t deter you at all, you still have to rebel if you should.
Deputy Director of the Information Bureau Augustin Przeucil looked at the other party and said, "How about $500,000 per year!"
"Deal!"
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"Is this small canister Uranium 238?" Casare looked at the canister in his hand, almost shrinking into cross-eyes, and shook it vigorously.
Best was so frightened that he quickly held him down, "Man! Don't move around. If this breaks, I swear, your bones will still shine when you die."
Card Sarai shrank his head when he heard this.
Forget it, let’s leave this to the boss. If such a great person as the boss dies, his body will definitely be kept in a museum. It will be particularly beautiful when it shines.
Victor: Thank you!
“I have contacted the boss about this matter, and he has given me full responsibility. We will just hand it over to the Americans. This is a time bomb, and it will be less painful if we put it in our hands.”
The Italians are going to explode!
Americans are going to explode!
The Soviets who were provoked in the Soviet area also had to explode.
This is the tragedy of being a younger brother, but Victor knows who owns the future world, so he is more "iron-headed" and just follows the United States.
But after the Northern Empire disintegrates, the United States, a dominant country, will quickly decay. It will have no external opponents. Who can fight with it?
You can say he is bad, but you cannot say he is bad.
History has proven that when an empire is fully prosperous, it will begin to disintegrate from within, and party disputes will emerge one after another.
The United States cannot escape the periodic table of history.
Mexico must be patient, Victor must be patient!
Sooner or later the dawn will belong to "Victor I."
"Okay!" Best nodded decisively after hearing his arrangement, without any hesitation.
Casare put the tube aside and looked at each other with his hands crossed, "We haven't seen each other for a long time. You can rest in Tijuana for a few days. There is no need to run around. Stay in the north. If there is any business then, you can send someone else there."
He leaned forward as he spoke, "In the Sierra Madre Mountains and the Sonora Desert, the boss has opened military factories to produce weapons, ammunition and NATO. The standard weapons will be exported when the time comes, and we need someone to manage them. I plan to send you there.”
"What about the group's affairs?"
"It will be left to others."
Best hesitated for a moment. It felt so comfortable to be the president, but he soon figured it out. Funny, maybe Victor didn’t want his private “little treasury” to be too stained with Best’s imprint, which would easily end up being too big, so he nodded readily, “I will go wherever Sir tells me to go!”
< br>Casare nodded with satisfaction, "Don't worry, the boss won't treat you badly. After all, the three of us made our fortune together. We can share the joys and sorrows. The boss doesn't trust others, so he believes in you and me."
< br>Best is no longer the kind of Wu Xia Amon who won’t be moved by a few words, but you still have to pretend to be excited.
"Then have we obtained the production license and copyright certificate for NATO weapons?"
"What is that?" Casare was startled.
Best was stunned and blinked. The two of them just stared at each other, "Then what we are making is fake, isn't it?"
"No, no, it exploded. It's all true, even if the explosive department contains more gunpowder, it will definitely not be blown up. It's not fake."
"I'm talking about copyright. What should we do if someone sues us? "It's all blown up. When they want to sue, just go dig it up yourself. Don't worry about the copyright for murderous things." Casare waved his hand.
I’m already selling weapons, and you still ask me for a patent?
I think you look like a patent!
Best wanted to laugh but felt it was inappropriate, so he could only laugh twice.
"By the way, the boss has reserved the position of deputy speaker for you in the Military Council. You don't need to do anything. You just need to vote. Agree when the time comes. This is the next stage of discussion. You can take a look first.”
Casare handed over a document. Best's head was still confused. When did I become the deputy speaker again? Oh my god, what is this?
He opened the proposal that the other party brought over, and it was clearly written on it.
“On the form of greeting in public areas!”
Require all government agencies and soldiers to hang the portrait of Victor, and add “Victor Wansheng” when greeting and saluting!
When Best saw this issue, his first thought was, are you kidding me?
The second one is, damn, what are you doing!
Third, is Victor planning to create Emperor Wei I?
His hands were shaking. He didn't know whether it was excitement or panic, but he knew that this was what a man with a mustache in Germany during World War II asked for.
"This is the proposal of Propaganda Minister Goebbels, what do you think?" Casare said, but kept staring at him, squinting.
"I think it's okay, and I also think this should go down to ask ordinary people to do the same, and make "insulting Victor" a crime." Best answered quickly.
Just like insulting their king in Thailand, you will go to jail.
"Of course, I will ask someone to add it. Your proposal is very good. Boss Victor has given too much to Mexico. We need to give him enough respect."
That's it. Don't you want to build a temple for him?
Will you burn incense for him then?
Or invite Jesus out of the church and let Victor sit in?
Best complained in his heart, but glanced at Casare. If he dared to say it, the other party would dare to agree, and it was him who proposed the negotiation in the following proposal, making himself the scapegoat.
"Hi! Victor"!
Best suddenly stood up and raised his hands.
This is called a hero who knows the current affairs!
Anyway, the higher Victor stands, the more benefits he will get.
Who would despise himself for having few benefits?
Casare was satisfied.
Best is pretty good, at least he hasn’t given up on his true nature.
Boss, I have investigated it for you.
Of course Victor in Vienna did not know that his confidant had already prepared a policy for him to "increase his reputation" and improve his "personal belief".
Even if he knew, he would acquiesce.
Before Wang Mang usurped the throne, he did not get it right in one step, but slowly tested the people's bottom line.
If Mexicans can tolerate some of their "little excesses", then it will be fine even if you ascend the throne in the next step.
Victor "stayed" in the hospital for three days, and then U.S. Representative Asmir Ward came to visit again.
Tell him two "good news".
One is that the United Nations decided to expel Iraq!
Although the other party has informed that they will not send people to the United Nations, you made a unilateral announcement. Now the official directly tells you to get out, which has a different meaning.
"Is there going to be a war?"
"It's almost here, it should be within these few months."
Victor nodded, already thinking about who to send. Well, that officer named Rommel was very good. He performed exceptionally well in the offensive and defensive battle of Culiacan!
Maybe he can bring himself a new surprise?
"What about the second thing?"
Asmir Ward glanced at the door behind him, and Victor immediately understood that if everyone goes out and guards the door, the room will be The two of them were left.
"America needs you, sir!"
Victor almost laughed, could you not say it so seriously, what does America need me? Bush Sr. wants a son? If I can’t give birth, why should I go?
Asmere Ward explained the elder Bush's idea of "donating money in exchange for military aid", and Victor's eyes slowly brightened as he listened.
“Only 2.5 billion U.S. dollars?”
“Yes.”
“I agree!”
“Don’t rush to refuse...what? You Agree?" Asmir Ward asked with his eyes open.
Victor nodded vigorously, "Of course! Mexico is the adopted son of the United States, and the friendship between us is world-famous. Isn't it 2.5 billion? There is no problem at all!"
These words are impassioned and touching. Asmir's words I had prepared a lot of drafts, but now I have no room to use them.
Brother, are you an American or am I an American?
Are you planning to be an adopted son?
Is it placed so low?
I'm embarrassed to say it.
And it’s only 2.5 billion...
Is the person in question making so much money?
Asmir Ward’s nose turned red with envy. Although he looked so prosperous, his annual salary was only a few hundred thousand dollars, which also included a lot of subsidies.
"Besides, the United States won't let me suffer, right? Can I see what options I have?" Victor filled in all the words. If you say you don't care, just be polite and wait for the Americans. Seriously, that would be really funny.
If I tell you, you will be embarrassed to take advantage of me.
"Of course, it's all here..." He took out the prepared military aid order from his briefcase.
Victor almost grabbed it and glanced at it.
Five F14s, this is the dream machine. Just its appearance makes people believe in it unconditionally.
Good looks can be eaten as a meal!
Six A-10 attack aircraft cost approximately US$11.7 million each!
This thing is very suitable for cracking down on drug dealers.
If the close-range mode is turned on, there are two modes. One is the weapon is 18 227 kg MK82 general-purpose bombs + 750 rounds of 30mm cannon, 2 hours of battlefield patrol, and the combat radius is 463 kilometers at this time.
If the weapons are 2 AGM-65 "Kib" air-to-surface missiles + ALQ-131 electronic jamming pod + 2 AIM-9 air-to-air missiles + 1350 rounds of 30mm cannon, at this time The combat radius is 879km.
"Are these all going to be used for military support?" Victor pointed and asked.
Asmir Ward took out his glasses and looked at them carefully, and nodded, "Everything that appears on it can be found."
The warthog began to be developed in the 1970s, and after it was equipped with the US military in the early 1980s, The first time he played was actually the "Gulf War", which meant that he had no chance to perform yet!
But its performance continues to bloom after the millennium.
There are many other objects below, ranging from airplanes to bullets. To be honest, Victor is very satisfied. Taking these weapons back can at least arm a lot of troops.
But as the saying goes, the price starts from the ground up!
"I think we might be able to discuss it some more."
He said with a grin.
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(End of this chapter)