Chapter 290 Victor: Let me tell you, we are too close to the Mexican lunatic! !
Goebbels watched them get on the US military's "Hercules" and soar into the sky with flashing lights!
The rain was pouring down, and the raindrops touched the clothes and then fell down, falling to the ground. In the reflection of the splash, you could vaguely see the snake-like eyes of Mr. Propaganda Minister.
The secretary next to him hurriedly put the umbrella above his head, and thoughtfully put the prepared tissues, "Sir, do you want to go back to the official residence?"
"How can I sleep?" Goebbels said deeply Taking a breath, "The north is in chaos, the drug dealers are resurgent, and the general's safety outside is not guaranteed. I'm worried."
"I heard that Mr. Casare was very angry when he heard about the general's assassination and smashed his favorite watch, which was worth a lot of money." The secretary said in a low voice next to him.
Goebbels' eyes flashed and he said, "He is also worried that the north cannot lose its generals, just like the west cannot lose Jerusalem."
Actually, the devil knows what they are thinking.
Wherever there are people, there will actually be competition. It is impossible to be harmonious inside, but Victor is the link that always controls this point of competition.
Power!
It can be disorienting.
The general is a person of kindness and a leader.
The bosses of the several factions knew it well and did not dare to make a big fuss. If Victor was angry, they would really slap each of them.
Goebbels did not dare to say that his status in the general's heart was greater than that of Casare.
"Let's go! Go back to the office." Since we can't fight openly, I'll trap you to death.
Bang~
The plane bumped when it encountered airflow. Erich Manstein, staff officer of the 4th Battalion and commander of the 2nd Company, clutched the armrest above his head tightly, his lips turning a little white.
“Are you afraid of heights?” Rommel looked at him and asked with a frown.
"One thing... When I was a child, I saw an air show in the countryside. A trainer plane fell from the sky, which was a bit shadowy." Erich Manstein was quite frank.
This is also the reason why he decided not to be a pilot but to join the army.
Rommel took out Green Arrow chewing gum (launched in 1914) from his coat pocket, handed it to him, and motioned for him to press it under his tongue.
"I heard that it is possible for our battalion to be transformed into an airborne force?" Manstein asked, suppressing his nausea.
"It is possible." Adjutant Fedor von Bock said.
"I have researched it. There are more than 200,000 Iraqis confronting the Allies on the front line in Kuwait. They are still adding troops continuously. They are very empty internally. If there are 200 Hercules, we can completely airborne them. More than 3,000 soldiers went to Abdullah Bay to control the transportation road from Iraq to Kuwait and attack local military targets. If 10,000 soldiers can be parachuted into the Gulf, I think we can go around the border and directly penetrate into Kal in western Iraq. Province of Bara, and gallop into Babylon!”
“The war will grow in our hands…or end!”
Listening to his bold battle idea, Rommel and Fedor von Bock looked at each other, and their eyelids twitched.
"What if there is ground air defense? Wouldn't it be like a sky garden?" the deputy battalion commander hesitated and asked.
"Then use air superiority to blow up all the ground air defense facilities directly, clearing obstacles for ground troops and airborne troops!"
The basic principle of blitzkrieg is actually to rely on absolute strength to crush them. .
The core elements are: speed, surprise, and concentration. In military operations, these three elements are both strategic and tactical.
Rommel frowned and thought carefully. According to Erich Manstein's battle plan, if there was a confrontation with the US military on the front line, the possibility of a "surprise attack on Babylon" was very high, but if it was blocked, then There is a bloody battle to be fought.
But isn’t war just a gamble?
Who can say victory is inevitable?
"Then what do you think these more than 1,000 of us can do?" As a battalion commander, Rommel was also under great pressure. He was promoted too quickly, and now he is directly a colonel.
If you don’t fight a good battle, how can you fight against a general?
But many people are jealous of their own upgrade speed.
Erich Manstein glanced at him and said, "Battalion Commander, our greatest achievement is that we don't make mistakes."
Wouldn't it be better to give the US military a swipe of its tail...
But Rommel was obviously not very satisfied with this answer. He frowned and chewed gum quietly.
Many soldiers in the cabin had their eyes open and looked slightly nervous.
In the cockpit of the C-130 transport aircraft "Hercules".
Two US military pilots sipped coffee.
“Tell me, what are those Mexicans behind there thinking?” the driver suddenly asked.
"Maybe I was looking left and right, wondering why the transport plane has so much space and how many avocados it sells."
This kind of discriminatory joke made the driver laugh out loud.
Americans are inherently arrogant.
"You mean, the CIA has helped me identify the murderer? Is it the Colombian guerrillas?"
Austria, Vienna, Castle Hotel.
Victor almost laughed out loud when he looked at the American representative Asmir Ward in front of him.
CIA help me catch the murderer?
Holding his own balls with his left hand, and then holding a gun against his ureter?
Asmir Ward was a little embarrassed when he saw Victor's half-smiling expression.
He is actually an insider. He actually knows a lot of things when he is stationed at the United Nations, and a lot of information will pass through his hands.
Asmir Ward gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously, "Yes, this is the testimony of the murderer who shot you. He is affiliated with the Colombian armed forces. The last time your plane to return home was bombed, they were also behind it. Don’t worry, the United States will help you get an explanation for this matter.”
“Where is the murderer?”
"I suddenly died of a severe illness last night at the Vienna police station, and the doctors had no time to save me."
Sudden illness?
Do you think I am stupid?
You might as well say that you masturbated to death...
This is really an old CIA method. At least this time, you didn’t say you were shot eight times.
Victor looked at him and suddenly smiled, "Thank you very much. I believe that the CIA's ability will never make a mistake."
Both men knew it, but... they were both dealing with it hypocritically. other side.
“Part of the US$2.5 billion military aid has been delivered, and the remaining part will be settled within these two days.”
“Thank you very much.”
Ah Smil Ward took his leave after looking at his watch. Victor personally sent him out and opened the car door for him.
The other party just stepped into the car with one foot, hesitated for a moment, and looked at him, "The most important thing now is the war in Iraq, do you understand?"
Victor nodded with a smile and waited for him to get in the car. Finally, he closed the car door forcefully, waved his hand, and watched the other party leave.
After the car drove away, his facial expression softened slightly, he snapped his fingers and stretched out two fingers. Naturally, someone behind him put a cigarette for him and lit it for him.
Taking a deep breath, Victor raised his head at a 45° angle and let out a long breath.
Everyone behind him did not dare to say a word.
Everyone can feel that the boss is very angry!
"We're not kids anymore, are we? Jason."
Jason Bourne nodded from behind.
Victor looked at him, "Yes."
He nodded and threw half of the cigarette on the ground, "I don't have any parents who can let me complain, but my chest is really uncomfortable. Touch it and see.”
He said, grabbing his captain's hand and placing it on his chest.
“Did you hear it? My heart is angry.”
“I heard it.”
“I am an adult, but sometimes I also have the childishness of a child, Jason." Victor took a deep breath, walked toward the house, raised his hands, "Tell the brothers, I'm angry."
Jason Bourne's eyes lit up.
Standing behind, he waved his hands vigorously.
“Hi!”
You just let me go if you told me to let go?
You gave birth to the CIA and you show unscrupulous favoritism?
Isn’t my godson a son?
I also have to support you in your old age. Damn it, I’ll kick off your wheelchair now!
Victor can tolerate many things.
But if you think my life is cheap, then let’s see whose life is more cheap!
Kill the CIA!
Let them understand what it means to be angry!
Victor's life is very cheap. From being a prison guard, does the life of you American son of a bitch become very valuable?
Damn it!
I'm going to tell you, the United States is too close to the Mexican lunatic!
…
New York, USA.
The famous Times Square.
This is a bustling neighborhood in Manhattan, known as the "Crossroads of the World."
Here you can see aliens of various skin colors and alternative costumes.
The artist playing the piano upside down, the human body magician sitting in the air, etc. But in fact, most families are not very wealthy. They stand here as if they are really at the center of the world.
With slightly envious, greedy and embarrassed eyes, he watched the wealthy people walk out of the luxury store, followed by more than a dozen staff members who helped carry them.
“Bang!”
Suddenly, a gunshot broke the tranquility of this bustling place, and everyone looked in the direction of the gunshot.
I saw a young woman lying on the ground next to a Porsche, wearing stockings.
The gunman was a black man. After he killed the other party, he shot another older woman in the co-pilot three times!
Now the people around him reacted and ran away screaming!
With trembling hands, the black man pointed the muzzle of the gun at his own mouth and pulled the trigger!
Suicide!
The police came quickly, but all they left behind were three bodies and bullet casings on the ground.
“Have you found out the identity of the murderer and the deceased?” A police sergeant frowned, with a sausage in his mouth. This $4 is not cheap.
"Sheriff, something happened." A black man with a beard came over and frowned, "The identity of the murderer has not been found, but the identities of the two women who were shot have been revealed."
"They are both CIA agents on leave."
"???" The sergeant almost choked to death with a mouthful of sausage. He opened his eyes wide and punched his chest hard, his face turned red. "Did the FBI do it?"
The subordinate looked embarrassed. Is this okay for you to say?
But obviously, the entire United States knows that no one is happy with the relationship between the two major intelligence agencies.
Ordinary police officers will not have any different opinions because of their special status. In the United States, what is impossible to happen?
Several presidents have died, isn’t it the CIA?
But just as the Sheriff finished giving instructions and followed the procedure, the radio communication in the car rang. He stood outside the window and reached for it, with his other hand on his waist, "Hey, this is Smith here. "
"A shooting occurred at the entrance to Broadway on the 23rd block, killing a family of 7. Please provide support!"
Officer Smith was startled, "I understand, I'll come right away"
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Just as he was about to rush over, the communication radio rang again, "There was a violent attack on Wall Street, and the murderer was carrying an AK, OMG!" "Voice.
No matter how mentally retarded Smith is, he still feels something is wrong. The shootings happened too densely. What is the connection between the dead? Are they all CIA agents?
"Head! Head! Head!"
The black police officer ran over and looked at Smith, one eye widened, the other squinted before going to work, tripped under his feet, Almost fell.
"When, panic."
"Langley...Langley was bombed!"
…
Ten minutes ago!
CIA headquarters, Langley entrance.
A man wearing a peaked cap smoked a cigarette and sat in a pickup truck. His eyes were sinister and hesitant, and his hand reached out of the window, holding a cigarette.
The phone placed in the passenger seat rang. He turned his head suddenly, put the cigarette in his mouth, and picked up the phone eagerly.
"Dad!" A voice from the opposite side cried in fear.
"Snake!" the man shouted quickly.
But the voice on the other end changed, like a frog, it should have been changed, "Do as we say, and we will let your son go."
The man squeezed the phone hard and said, "Don't lie to me! Otherwise, I will make your death ugly!"
The person on the other side didn't even sneer and hung up the phone.
He gritted his teeth, started the vehicle, and drove towards the CIA headquarters. On his car was written: XXX milk.
In the back of the pickup truck were boxes.
Men can hear the beating of their own hearts, bang! Bang! Bang!
He honked the horn at the guard post, and two security guards walked out. He stuck his head out, smiled and waved.
"Brick, why is it you."
"Milk delivery, here is the manifest." The man smiled and handed over the stamped manifest, and the security guard took it over and looked at it. He looked at me and asked casually, "Isn't milk usually delivered in the morning? What's going on? "I don't know, I'm just delivering the goods, hahaha."
"Okay, go in, you know the rules, don't run around. If you get caught, you won't be able to deliver the milk," the security guard joked.
Brick waited for the railing to lift up, then stepped on the accelerator and rushed in.
"Strange, he is very strange today..." said a short security guard.
"What the hell, rednecks are a little abnormal."
Brick watched the pickup truck drive straight into the CIA headquarters. He didn't even notice that on the Potomac River In a small cabin nearby, a pair of eyes were looking at him with binoculars.
When he saw the pickup truck driving in, he raised his lips, picked up a remote control from the window, and pressed the red button in the middle.
collapse! Boom! Boom! ! ! !
The huge explosion went straight into the sky, the black mist rose, and the whole Langley seemed to shake.
“Oh haha!!!” The man waved his arms excitedly, turned his head and performed a dance with his hands raised. When passing by a child who was tied up and wearing a blindfold, he touched it. His head, out of the house.
Took out a grenade from his pocket, pulled the safety button, threw it into the house behind him, covered his ears and ran away!
With a bang, the small building collapsed directly.
At this time, Langley sounded the alarm, and there were chaotic crowds and armed men with weapons everywhere.
The pickup truck exploded into pieces, bursting into flames, and the windows and doors on both sides were shattered by the shock wave. Lying on the ground were more than two dozen CIA employees with broken limbs and arms.
"Mr. Steven! Mr. Steven! Quick, call an ambulance!!" A black woman wearing a black short skirt and her hair tied up knelt down next to a man and swayed for a few times. When he saw that he was motionless, he suddenly panicked and screamed.
At this time, the Director of the CIA, Mr. Richard James Kerr, was originally in his office. By coincidence, the pickup truck exploded while passing by, and a steel plate exploded. It also flew up from below and broke the glass.
He sat down on the ground, staring at the thick smoke outside the window, with a look of fear on his face!
The security personnel in the building immediately rushed into the house and looked at him nervously, "Sir, are you injured?"
Seeing Richard James Kerr shaking his head, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and helped him. Picking him up, "Let's leave first."
A group of people protected him and ran away immediately from the safe passage.
When he came down from the back, he heard a burst of crying in front. He glanced and saw a familiar figure among the people who fell to the ground. The senior assistant was also his confidant secretary Steven. , but now he is lying down.
The director hesitated for a moment, then followed the security personnel to retreat first.
I can't die here.
He can still climb higher. Bush can be president, and so can I.
So...
A funny scene happened.
When the explosion occurred, no one stood up to maintain order.
CIA...management is really chaotic.
When the FBI arrived after receiving the alarm, they took control of the scene. The leader was Floyd I. Clark, now the director of the FBI.
When he heard that the CIA had been attacked by terrorists, he almost wanted to laugh. He led the team himself. When he got off the car, he looked for his old enemy, but he couldn't find him at all. He said loudly and confidently, "Richard is such a loser. He ran away first when something happened."
Many CIA employees looked ugly when they said this, but they could not refute and could only keep their heads down. head.
Actually, who would have thought of this.
When the CIA moved to Langley, there was no attack on its local headquarters. It had not been heard of in the past few decades. The last time it happened was during World War II, when Pearl Harbor was bombed.
Richard James Kerr: I have never seen this battle before.
You said that overseas CIA headquarters are often bombed, but this is the United States.
Isn’t this a terrorist attack? This is a terrorist attack!
Floyd I. Clark looked around proudly and asked the deputy, "Has the identity of the murderer been found out?"
"Snake Cohen, 31 years old, a former member of the Marine Corps. After retiring, he worked for the CIA and spent a long time overseas. He resigned six months ago and became a full-time milkman. He is unmarried and has a son."
The FBI is the FBI. There is nothing to say about its abilities.
Floyd I. Clark touched his bald head and frowned, "A retired CIA agent bombed the CIA headquarters?"
"Richard owed Hasn’t his salary been paid?”
“Or is Richard playing with his subordinate’s wife again?”
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(End of this chapter)