Chapter 309 Are you here to surrender?
The problems caused by "Black Hawk Down" are gradually magnifying!
This is the largest loss in special operations for Americans since World War II.
The old Bush's party was questioned by the "Blue" party the next day, expressing dissatisfaction with his role in this operation and asking him to step down and give an explanation to the families of the soldiers.
This triggered a backlash from Bush's supporters. In the Congress, the two sides almost came to blows. The black-faced Bush only left the place under the protection of the Secret Service.
A black man with big waves picked up his high heels and threw them at George W. Bush. With a bang, he hit his head. She shouted excitedly, "You murderer, you XXXX beep beep beep..." < br>
In countries like the United States, the latter paragraph has to be "mosaic-ed".
Old Bush covered his head. Just as the black man was about to take off a shoe, he was pinned to the ground by two Secret Service officers. The other man was also a ruthless person and bit the bodyguard's arm. Go up, pinch his neck one vs two.
Wash's face turned green when he saw it!
Some reporters who didn't mind the matter even went to the streets to interview passers-by.
"Bush? He is an idiot! If I see him, I will cut off his brother with scissors!" An old man who was weeding shook the scissors in his hand and said viciously.
"I will not give him another vote. He is simply terrible." The woman holding the child shook her head, unable to conceal her disappointment in her tone.
The elder Bush, who originally overthrew the "Noriega" government and gained public support, now seemed like a "poor guy."
Even many prominent people in foreign countries criticized his decision.
And in Mexico.
An extreme "hate the United States" sentiment is brewing. From the cession of territory and reparations in the U.S.-Mexican War in the 19th century to modern times, even drinking water in Mexico has been monopolized by American capital. Among the more than 1,100 funeral homes in the country, 1,000 are American funeral giants. By Robert Wortley.
Death is also a luxury!
Not to mention the infrastructure.
The Governor-General of Mexico sent hundreds of speakers to rural areas, cities, docks and many entertainment venues.
"Ladies and gentlemen..."
In a bar on the marina in Ensenada, Baja California.
A middle-aged man standing on the stage shouted passionately, "For Americans, what are we? We are walking farmers, we are blood banks, we are the lowest and the lowest at the bottom. They can be unscrupulous and proud, they promote their wealth, but forget our suffering."
"How long since we started fighting for freedom and independence?"
"From the great voyage. era? Or from the era of the Mexican-American War? "
"We have sacrificed a lot for our homeland for hundreds of years, but now the evil ghosts see that we can get rid of drugs under the leadership of General Victor. , they panicked, why?”
"They are afraid that someone will challenge their throne. They are afraid that people they once looked down on will stand in front of them and have an equal dialogue. They...are afraid of our rise!"
"So! We must stand with Governor Victor, who He is our savior!"
The dock workers below looked at each other. A young man with short hair, about 18 years old, suddenly stood up with an excited expression and asked, "How can I help the Governor?"
"Join the army, join the army, become a soldier of the governor, and fight for the freedom of Mexico!" The speaker raised his fist.
At this time, Victor awarded medals to individuals and teams that performed well in the battle, and broadcast the whole process live, not caring at all what the Americans think now.
Originally, some soldiers wanted to chop off the heads of the corpses, and some were planning to take the corpses for a ride in a pickup truck, but Victor stopped them. Why?
Because he is kind!
When he came down from the stage, Augustin Przeucir, the head of the newly established Foreign Military Intelligence Service, came over and lowered his voice, "General, there is news from "Aphrodite" "
"The Americans have set up a negotiating team, headed by Donald Rumsfeld. Their purpose is to bring back US soldiers, and their bottom line and floating standards are written on paper. …”
Augustin Przeucir handed over the information.
Victor's eyes lit up. Damn it, the Americans already knew how much money they had before they even came to negotiate.
Victor became really curious and looked at Augustin Przeucir, "Who is this "Aphrodite"?"
The other party heard the boss ask, There was hesitation on his face, but he quickly nodded and whispered in Victor's ear.
"Him?" Victor raised his head suddenly, surprised, "How did you stuff this person in?"
"Ideals and beliefs, sir."
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What you say is really NMD mysterious!
Victor was startled and said with a smile, "Yes, defeating capitalism is the belief that everyone strives for!"
But he never expected that "Aphrodite" turned out to be...
Bashash Johnson, Bush’s Executive Secretary and National Security Assistant!
Fuck!
Sure enough...
No one in the world understands... Emperor Wei.
"It seems that we can get more from the Americans." The smile on Victor's mouth was harder to suppress than the AK47.
…
Richard James Kerr was in a tough situation.
The failure of this operation was the leakage of intelligence.
There are very few people who know about this operation. They are all in high positions and would make the United States tremble even if they stamp their feet. However, after searching like crazy, he actually found it. Some clues.
At this moment, the phone on the table rang, and he picked it up. On the other end was the White House secretary saying that Bush wanted to see him.
"Farke." Richard James Kerr rubbed his temples and looked a little embarrassed. He knew that he was going to be scolded, but he had no choice. Who calls someone the boss?
Bite the bullet and head to the White House.
When he walked into Bush's office, the other person lowered his head and shouted softly, but the latter pretended not to hear.
Richard James Kerr was a little embarrassed and felt that the office of this university was terrifyingly depressing.
"Have you found the leak point?" Finally, Bush spoke and looked up at him.
Richard was about to shake his head, but when he saw the other person's squinting eyes, he felt a shiver in his heart. The person sitting on top was his "senior". The two of them had gotten along with each other in the CIA. Who was Bush? Doesn't he know it yet?
Although he is smiling all day long, his hands are very dirty!
Moreover, as the director of the CIA, he knew many unknown secrets about Bush, such as his love for men and his relationship with the famous White House reporter Jeff Gannon that went beyond friendship.
You can tell he is a man just by his name.
Moreover, Bush Sr. creates influence for his family all the time, for example, placing several sons and various relatives in key positions.
To put it bluntly, in the United States, the Bush family is the biggest cancer in the United States and the largest political powerhouse.
As an aside, the relationship between his family is very complicated. It is so complicated that it is also related to the maker of the "Trapeze". Within 24 hours after the collapse of the Twin Towers, 11 of the bearded man's immediate family members He was sent out directly by the Bush family via transfer.
So...
Who is supporting terrorist organizations?
Richard James Kerr could not let his leader see his incompetence, so he nodded quickly, "Found it."
"Who?"
"Baha Shh Johnson!”
Bush narrowed his eyes immediately, "You have to know what you are talking about, Richard."
Bahash Johnson was his secretary, and he was very "loved" and "attentioned". He is responsible for many inconvenient things.
"Is there any evidence?" Bush asked after hesitation.
Richard James Kerr, "He is neither greedy nor lustful, and he even drives a Beetle from the 1970s. This is simply unimaginable." Bush's expression was like this: =ヾ(≧O≦)〃!
He asked angrily, "Faq! If you are not greedy for money or lustful, is it a spy? When does our United States need to use this to judge a person? We American officials Can’t there be honest people? ”
Richard James Kerr's mouth was half open.
Don’t you know what American officials are like?
What kind of stuff is in your house?
"It's so ridiculous, so ridiculous, okay, you say he is a spy, I will call him to confront you." Bush picked up the phone and called his confidants.
After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door.
Bahash Johnson, who was thin and wearing glasses and looked like a professor, walked in. "Sir, you are looking for me." As he spoke, he smiled and nodded at the CIA boss next to him.
It made Richard James Kerr a little restless.
"Richard said you are a spy, Johnson, are you?" Bush stared at him and spoke.
Bahash Johnson was startled, then frowned, then relaxed, and couldn't help laughing, "Sir, it's not April Fool's Day yet."
"Then how do you explain why the intelligence was leaked..." Richard asked loudly.
"Isn't this your responsibility? Sir, I am not the director of the CIA. Is the cost of being slandered so low? I am refuting you now and think you have leaked intelligence. Can you file a self-defense statement? Evidence? My family has been in the United States for more than two hundred years. I love the United States deeply, even my life!"
Bahash Johnson also waved his fist in dissatisfaction, "Don't put yourself in this country. You throw your incompetence at someone else's body at will, and you are the director of the CIA, and you can bark better than a dog!"
This almost made the other person angry to death, this is all a personal attack!
Richard James Kerr pointed at him, "You, you, you..."
"That's enough!" Bush slapped the table hard, and the two of them closed their mouths. He frowned and looked at Richard, "In this matter, you have to talk about evidence. If there is no evidence, don't fart."
The expression of Bahash Johnson next to him softened slightly.
"I'll give you another month. If you can't find anyone in one month, you can go back and retire."
"Sir..." Richard still wanted to speak.
“Get out!” Bush yelled, picked up something on the table and threw it at him, scaring the other person and running away.
"You go out and do things, don't take it to heart." He turned around and reassured Bahash Johnson.
The latter nodded very obediently and "obediently".
After walking out of the office, he looked at Richard James Kerr below at the corner, squinting his eyes, a little cold.
……
Kuwait. Frontline positions.
Fourth Camp of the Mexican Expeditionary Force.
The surrounding bunkers were reinforced, the machine guns were loaded, and the soldiers were in position. It looked like they were about to fight.
That's true.
After the conflict between the United States and Mexico started, the Fourth Battalion performing missions overseas suddenly became an embarrassing existence.
The frontline troops even wanted to lay down their weapons, but Rommel flatly refused, almost triggering a riot, and the relationship with the US military suddenly became stiff.
The command post at this time was in a bungalow.
The "Big Three", 4th Battalion staff officer and 2nd company commander Erich Manstein, 4th Battalion commander Rommel, adjutant: Fedor von Bock are discussing.
"We cannot sit still and wait for death. I found that we are about 6.6 kilometers away from the frontline command post. If we launch a sudden attack, there is a high possibility of capturing Major General Sphyntos Pres." Manstein Boldly stated his plan.
When Rommel and Fedor von Bock heard this, their faces froze.
"Have you ever thought about the consequences? We are a battalion going to war with hundreds of thousands of anti-Iraqi allies? No matter what, we will all die!" Fedor said with bared teeth.
"But if we capture the Major General, we can have a chance to negotiate. Otherwise, if we are trapped here, we will only die. If it is not possible, we will kidnap Major General Sphyntos Pres and go to the Iraqis!"< br>
“We are at war with Iraq.”
“With common interests, enemies can also be friends.”
No one can tell the other, and one thinks the other He was a lunatic, and one thought the other was a bit old-fashioned. In the end, both of them looked at Rommel in unison.
The battalion commander’s heart sank hard.
He is not a person who sits still and waits for death, but he is also not a person who overestimates his own abilities, but that is why he is entangled.
Just when he was a little confused, a voice came from the door, "Report!"
"Say."
"A few Americans are coming outside. I want to see the battalion commander, and the leader is a general."
The three of Rommel looked at each other and smelled something different.
"Invite them in."
"Yes!"
Major General Sphyntos Pres stood outside with a dark face and several staff officers, followed by someone from China. , Mexican soldiers stood in front of them, looking at them with evil eyes.
"Our battalion commander lets you in." The reporter ran over and looked at them and said.
"Why, won't he come to greet me?" Major General Sphyntos Pres frowned.
Who knew that the captain looked at him, took the submachine gun of the soldiers next to him, and pulled the bolt, frightening them all.
"You're just pretending to be such an idiot. If you want to go in, go in. If you don't want to go in, get out and greet you? Who do you think you are?" The captain yelled, not caring about his military rank at all.
That is an American major general, and he is not a Mexican major general. What are you afraid of? Could he still shoot me?
Major General Sphyntos Pres was dumbfounded by the scolding.
Even the Americans next to me were shocked.
Mexicans...are they so tough?
More polite than the Soviets!
Just like Victor, he is a bastard.
Although he was unhappy and had his face slapped a few times, Major General Sphyntos Pres still walked into the camp bravely.
The Mexican soldiers looked at him with unkind expressions.
Someone even pulled the gun's bolt provocatively.
Fake, a barbarian who is not civilized at all and has no manners at all.
At the entrance of the command post, he saw Rommel and others, but as soon as the other party opened his mouth, Major General Sphyntos Preis almost got angry and challenged him to a duel.
“Are you here to surrender?”
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(End of this chapter)