Chapter 289 The world’s top player—Victor!
“You can shoot me in the chest because I take the bullet for my people, but you can’t hit my ears, I want to listen to their voices” - Victor Carlos Vieri.
This 0.05 second shot is destined to be injected into the great history of mankind!
Even the reporters who shot with Sony had to admit it.
At this moment, he was conquered. Although he was a man, Victor facing the camera with blood on his face and raising his fists was the greatest resistance of mankind!
The way he roars...
It's really full of charm!
No wonder people who like him and those who hate him are crazy about him.
"Long live the greatest anti-drug cause of mankind! Long live the people of Mexico! Long live the people of the world!!" The lip-reading colleague continued to learn next to him.
The reporter who was filming was startled, then suddenly raised his hand and cheered vigorously.
"Don't you think he is cruel?" a colleague said in surprise.
"Whatever! After all, you are not cruel to me. Shouldn't you be cruel to drug dealers? You should drown them in a water tank!"
Okay...
That makes sense.
Victor walked into the Drug Enforcement Administration under the protection of security personnel. In fact, many people had already arrived inside. They had already squatted subconsciously when they heard the gunfire.
After he walked in, the secretary next to him nervously went to get disinfectant alcohol to help him stop the bleeding.
"Don't be nervous, calm down. What scene have you never seen before?" Victor muttered, sitting on the chair and giving himself a cigarette.
At this time, Captain Jason Bourne rushed into a foreign-style building opposite the attack site with a Glock pistol.
Let two of them look at the elevator, and he and another security guard climbed up the stairs. On the third floor, they happened to bump into a man wearing a windbreaker.
Two groups of people took a look.
Jason Bourne immediately understood that this was the murderer. The other person turned around and ran away, but he caught up with him in a few steps, grabbed his hat and held it on the ground.
Another team member kicked the opponent in the stomach, and the murderer's mouth opened "Ah". He pinched his chin and put his hand in, stroking hard around the gums.
Shaked his head at Jason Bourne.
The captain slapped the murderer on the face, pulled his head away and smashed it hard against the steps!
"I...I surrender, I surrender!" the murderer shouted with a cry.
"Who sent you here?"
"No...no one, I just feel unhappy with Victor. I just want to kill him. If I kill him, I will be famous all over the world!"
Jason Bourne didn't believe it. He looked around, asked his companions to hold him down, walked over, punched the fire glass on the wall to pieces, and took out the ax from inside.
Under the horrified look of the murderer, he raised it up and smashed it into his palm! !
His screams filled the entire staircase.
Jason Bourne looked cold and turned a deaf ear. He raised the ax and leaned it against his neck. "Next, I'll chop you here..."
The murderer's pupils shrank and he felt the sharp ax blade at his neck. , and the pain in his right hand that went straight to his head, he knew that if he hesitated, he would really die.
"CIA! CIA! I am employed by the CIA!"
He shouted in horror.
Jason Bourne frowned and glanced at his teammates.
"Boss, maybe we can hand him over to the police. If he dies in prison, it means someone must have a guilty conscience and want to silence him." The team member lowered his voice by his ear.
That makes sense!
Jason Bourne squinted his eyes and nodded, grabbed him and walked downstairs.
"Please, help me get to the hospital, I don't want to die... I don't want to die." The murderer cried, and his blood was all over the ground.
“You should be glad that this is not Mexico, otherwise, you will watch your bones being pulled out with your own eyes.”
When the murderer heard this, his teeth were trembling.
When I walked downstairs, I saw a group of police rushing in.
"Will Austria give us an explanation?" Jason Bourne looked at the leading police chief, "The matter of the flight explosion has not been resolved, and now there are snipers..."
"I have doubts about your security and management. If you can't give us an explanation, then Mexico will give Austria an explanation!"
He said and pushed the murderer in his hand over.
The sergeant leading the team was so angry that his veins were popping, but there was nothing he could do. Indeed... it was so strange that this happened.
You can’t blame Victor for attracting bees and butterflies.
You must know that Vienna’s safety index has always been ranked among the best in the world. Your arrival has directly lowered the value.
But after all, Victor's identity is very complicated. As a small police chief, he has no way to get involved, so he can only leave these troublesome problems to the people above.
“Boss, they are so arrogant!” Seeing Jason Bourne leave, the police officer standing next to the police chief muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Then what should we do, you beat him?" The police chief glanced at him and said angrily, grabbed the murderer's neck, and pushed him into the police car.
“Take me to the hospital, take me to the hospital!”
When Jason Bourne and others came out, the reporters who had not dispersed were taking pictures of him.
The person illuminated by the flashlight feels uncomfortable.
But you can’t go up and do them.
I could only shield my eyes and quickly ran towards the Narcotics Control Bureau. The police were already surrounding me outside.
When I entered, I saw that the general’s ears were tied up with gauze, like... big-eared Tutu.
"How's it going?"
Jason Bourne whispered a few words in his ear. Victor's mouth twitched, but he grinned again, "The more you live, the better." It’s over.”
“Do you want to protest with the United States?”
"If protest is effective? Why is violence needed? And who do you think the Americans will help? One is his biological son and the other is his godson."
Jason Bourne was silent and lowered his voice. , "Then you will suffer this loss?"
"Suffer a loss?"
"There is no word "suffering a loss" in my dictionary. They don't want to put it on the bright side, so we have to talk about it too. The rules are just to kill each other! It depends on who lives or dies, you know? "
"Captain" Jason Bourne Why does Victor like to lead him? In addition to his "Jane in the Emperor's Heart" loyalty, he is also very sensible.
It became clear immediately.
"How about we build a plane and hit Langley? And then... push it to the Iraqis?!"
You are indeed brave.
And Victor was indeed very moved.
"General, Mr. Rameau, the Austrian Interior Minister, is here." Secretary Christa Schroeder said.
Victor turned his head and saw a group of people walking in in a hurry. The leading man was very strong and looked very young. He was indeed young. Minister of the Interior Ramo was only 36 years old.
There were many senior Austrian officials behind him.
Not waiting for the other party to speak.
He first smiled and said, "Minister Ramo, it seems that Austria does not welcome me."
The other party's face instantly became unhappy.
...
"More printing! Give me more printing! Work overtime 24 hours a day, why the union won't allow it? Want to protest? Let them protest, let me make money first!"
This is the current big news Real portraits of some European newspaper owners.
The photo of Victor with his fist raised in the air and his unyielding face spread all over the world through the news media.
His followers are reveling.
This news even surpassed the news that East Germany and West Germany were going to merge.
In Venice, Italy, Rome, Bergen, Norway, Innsbruck, Austria, Manchester, Liverpool, UK, New York, USA... and other cities.
Everyone broke out in support of the "Support Victor Movement", and it was mainly young people. They held up the classic "photo" and called: Long live the anti-drug campaign!
Young people don’t have to take drugs to express their “extraordinaryness”!
Youth does not mean seeking death unscrupulously.
The look of Victor clenching his fists and roaring has become an idol around the world.
The Pulitzer Prize judges, led by the president of Columbia University, also directly designated this picture as the winning photo for the coming year.
This is also rare in the history of journalism.
In the new issue of Time Magazine, the person who originally wanted to post it was Schwarzenegger, but was directly replaced by Victor.
An assassination, a carnival for people all over the world.
The Internet was not developed enough at this time, otherwise it would have become even more popular.
But as the saying goes, there are bastards everywhere. The famous American talk show "The Oprah Show" invited a black man who was anti-Victor.
Mainly doing street "rap"!
He pointed at the camera and said, "This is an obvious self-directed and self-performed trick!"
"Victor is a liar. He is taking advantage of everyone's sympathy to satisfy his own selfish desires. , unable to conceal his indifference to life, aren’t the lives of drug dealers and addicts life? ”
"His appointment as the Executive Director of the Drug Enforcement Administration will only make violent conflicts more and more intense. Can he kill all the drug dealers around the world?"
The guest became more and more excited as he spoke, and even stood up and took off his clothes. clothes, pointing at the needle holes on his body, shouting, "Can you kill me? Here, here, and here..." He pointed at the needle holes on his body, "I need inspiration, drugs can bring me Inspiration! ”
Talk show host Oprah is watching...
Controversy leads to better ratings.
"Come on! I am also a drug dealer, come and kill me! Come on!" The black man shouted on the stage, and there were people below applauding him.
But within two minutes of being happy, there was a sudden exclamation from the audience.
A strong man weighing about 200 kilograms rushed onto the stage, pushed away the staff member who was blocking him, jumped over and gave the black man a big mouth, then mounted on his body, started working on him from left to right, biting him Ya, "Fake Squid! Take drugs, I will let you take drugs!!" Oprah kept saying OMG next to her.
Four or five staff members came up and pulled the strong man away, squeezing his throat and pulling his arms.
The black man’s face was swollen from being slapped...
It was lying on the ground with tears streaming from the corners of its eyes.
"Long live Victor! Long live anti-drugs!"
"You bastards..."
This scene spread to the United States through television. You must know that "The Oprah Show" But there are more than 10 million viewers!
It is very popular in the United States.
It even won Emmy Awards several times.
The director has not stopped. Sometimes, accidents can create classics.
Langley. CIA Director's Office.
Richard James Kerr looked at the "farce" on TV and shook his head, "Do you know what I saw?"
Senior Assistant Steven lowered his head head.
"Influence! Victor's influence continues to increase, and I seem to see the next Michael."
Steven knows who the Michael he is talking about is.
Michael Joseph Jackson!
A very, very, very influential... "CMS" fighter in the United States!
The CIA wanted to kill him several times!
Sometimes his influence really makes him a protective figure, but they will never allow such a "totalitarian" figure to appear in North America again.
“If Victor were in the United States, he could even run for president.” Director Richard James Kerr sighed.
"Shall we try again? This time we can try to contact his personal doctor." Steven said.
At this moment, the phone on the table rang, and Mr. Director pressed the speaker button.
The voice of George W. Bush came from the other side, "Richard, stop."
"Sir, I don't know what you are talking about."
"Don't challenge my bottom line! Richard! Don't think that the CIA is just your CIA. I was also the director of the CIA. Where are you? I know all the shit!" Bush on the other side of the phone immediately became angry.
Just do it, do you think I am stupid?
Richard James Kerr fell silent for a moment.
There are actually many factions within the CIA, including the African Division, the South American Division, the North American Division, the Asian Division, etc...
After all, Congress only gives so little money every year. Every branch wants money, but if you take more, it means other branches will get less.
The quarrels with each other are constant.
The elder Bush was also the director of the CIA, and he still had a lot of informants.
"Victor will be a serious problem for the United States."
"But not now! He is an ally against Iraq." Bush said with a frown, "The geographical location determines that Victor is not at all It may develop that we need an obedient dog! And you are beating this dog to death!”
Richard James Kerr half-opened his mouth. He wanted to speak, but the dog was a little disobedient.
“I know that the CIA and Victor are a bit dirty, but now everything is for the interests of the United States. Don’t let me say it a second time, Richard, I can help you go up, and I can also get you down. "Bush Sr. hung up the phone directly.
When Steven heard the last sentence, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he raised his head slightly.
The boss’s face was very dark.
Darker than his butt.
The office was eerily quiet, and Steven was sweating nervously inside.
"Assassination, please pause for now." Richard James Kerr spoke.
Steven breathed a sigh of relief and nodded hurriedly.
"However, the intelligence collection on the Governor's Palace in northern Mexico cannot be reduced, but must be accelerated. The North American branch's funding will be increased by another 20%."
"That money..." Steven is The senior assistant is also simply a steward, he knows how much money is available and how little money is available.
On that account...
The ants can't even run away, but the mice have to slip when they come.
“Have you collected the “Intelligence Analysis Dues” below?”
“I have received it for next year.”
Richard James Kerr frowned , "Then collect everything from the year after next."
This "intelligence analysis dues" is actually a name within the CIA.
He has helped so many people rise to power. Many people have to rely on the CIA to stay in power. If I help you, you have to pay me some dues.
In fact, it is protection fee.
Other countries like Laos and the United States also pay "protection fees" when buying weapons. The boss gets the big one and I get the small one.
Not too much.
Brothers are lucky enough to have a hard time, so they have to get some benefits.
"Understood." Steven nodded.
"Victor..." The CIA director looked at the "Oprah Show" on TV, where the strong man had been pulled away.
His instinct told him that Victor might become an opponent of the United States.
…
October 1, 1990.
Sonora Military Airport.
The drug dealers and thugs in the city have not been completely suppressed, but some people clearly want to cause trouble. In order to prevent them from destroying military facilities, a 6-kilometer radius is controlled and no one is allowed to approach.
It started to rain lightly in the sky.
Erich Manstein, staff officer of the 4th Battalion and commander of the 2nd Company, stretched out his hand and looked at the raindrops falling on his hand, feeling a little lost.
"Company Commander, this is a suicide note..." The deputy company commander put a stack of written letters in a net pocket and handed them over.
Erich Manstein looked and nodded.
"Company Commander, do we need to go abroad to fight? Where is Iraq?" the deputy company commander asked hesitantly.
“If Mexico wants to stand up, we need more performance, and soldiers will fight for more bottom lines for diplomats at the negotiating table!”
Erich Manstein laughed He helped his 19-year-old deputy company commander tidy up his clothes, "We must believe in power, believe in Victor, he will lead us to new hope."
The deputy company commander nodded vigorously, very firmly!
"The whole battalion assembles!" Lieutenant Colonel Fedor von Bock, the deputy battalion commander, sat on the jeep and waved to the second company, "Hi! Erich, line up with your people!"< br>
“Yes, sir!”
Erich Manstein whistled, and all the soldiers who were sitting on the ground stood up, their movements not sloppy at all.
He led his company to the designated location.
More than 1,000 people in the entire camp stood neatly in the rain.
The rain rushed into their eyes from under the helmets, but they still stood tall.
Mexican Propaganda Minister Goebbels and many senior officials came to see him off.
The minister, dressed neatly in military uniform, stood in front of all the soldiers. He stretched out his hand to block the umbrella that the secretary was about to hand to him.
"Gentlemen!"
Snap!
Everyone stood at attention, standing straight.
“When a country suffers from discrimination, everyone thinks that we are a drug trafficking country, and everyone thinks that the most wealthy man in Mexico is a drug trafficker!”
“But what? General Victor Leading us to defeat them, we have saved more than 30 million compatriots from humiliating abuse and allowed students to There are books to read, workers have jobs, and children have mothers!”
“But these are far from enough. In the world’s diplomacy, there are still many people who look at us arrogantly. We are a cancer in North America. Wrong! That bastard from West Asia is looking down at us and laughing at our general more than once!"
"What we have to do is to step his proud head into the dirty soil!"
"Let the once-high-altitude enemies kneel down and beg for mercy!"
"Defeat them and wash them away. An insult to us!"
Goebbels' speech was full of incitement. He walked up to a senior soldier, touched his shoulder, looked at him deeply, and patted his cheek.
"Sir!" The superior soldier suddenly stopped him.
Goebbels stopped and turned to look at him.
The other party's weather-beaten face revealed a trace of nostalgia.
"Please tell my general that I will try my best. Please tell my father on Guadalupe Island that I will never surrender. Please tell my mother that I will always love him."
< br>Goebbels felt a tremor all over, and in the pouring rain, he stared at General Viktor's soldiers.
"I will welcome your triumph here again. If unfortunately you die in battle, I will personally carry your coffin. Victory will happen! Victor will win!"
"Hi! Victor!!"
Listen, the mountain call in the rain is the first time Victor's soldiers have entered the world.
……
(End of this chapter)