Chapter 311 I think Victor wants to be the boss!


Chapter 311 I think Victor wants to be the boss!

Donald Rumsfeld came out of the Governor's Mansion with a dark face, and the American officials behind him looked like their dead parents.

Mainly, what Victor said hurts his self-esteem!

What is a paper tiger?

Didn’t we just lose to you once?

If you have a temper, let's go to Africa and fight. Fighting on the doorstep of North America is so uncomfortable.

We swear that there will never be another Mexican on the land of Africa!

"Mr. Special Envoy, what was negotiated between the United States and Mexico? Can you disclose the specific content conveniently?"

Some American media came up and sprinted against him with a long gun and asked.

Rumsfeld said nothing. The bodyguard next to him forcefully pushed away the media who were blocking the way. The Mexican police looked on.

"Sir, sir..."

"Please tell me..."

Yanks are just rude.

In the back, Victor came out with the top representatives of northern Mexico, and he was still holding a pipe.

He made a "Churchill"-style reverse V gesture towards the camera pointed at him.

"Mr. Governor, what are the contents of the negotiations between the two parties? Will Mexico bow to the United States?"

Victor glanced at the person who asked such a "harsh" question, yo~

Asan Brother!

Mainly, Brother Asan's appearance is really easy to distinguish. His face looks like it has not been washed clean, and he has the urge to rub it hard with an eraser.

“The winner never needs to bow his head, the sky is dawning in Mexico!”

After Victor finished speaking, he walked towards the office building, and the reporters behind him wanted to chase him. Kennedy waved to the security personnel, and they rushed up to block the reporters.

"General, the intelligence service caught two Slovaks and bought 2 kilograms of bombs on the black market. According to them, the Americans are so bad that they are going to blow them up." Jason Bourne He said softly, "I don't believe their bullshit. To give them a little more intensity, one of them couldn't help but say that they work for the KGB."

Victor raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

The Soviets?

This group of people must want to kill Rumsfeld and then cause the negotiation between the United States and Mexico to break down.

Even though Ge Tutu sold his country for glory, there were still many people within the Soviet Union who were working hard to save the country.

If a North American war can be provoked, the furry bear may have a chance of survival.

But the Soviets never imagined that the black market buyers they contacted were actually the "fishing law enforcement" of the northern Mexican intelligence agency.

This kind of black market cannot be controlled if you want to. There are people who live for money and are willing to die for money.

If you can’t ban it, then control it.

Basically, the bosses behind the northern black market are all from the Governor's Office. Not only can they make money, but they can also grasp the news as soon as possible.

Well...the three Slovaks just left the trading place and were knocked down outside the door!

As for whether someone will compete with them for business?

Criminal activities that have not been approved by the Governor's Office are all "crimes!"

"Watch the Americans and don't be ripped off by others. When the time comes, the Pentagon will ask me to hand them over. , I can’t hand over a missile, please be careful.”

"Understood."

As soon as Victor walked into the office, after everyone left, Augustin Przeucil, the newly appointed director of the Military Foreign Intelligence Service, "sneakly" walked in.

“Are you a thief?” Victor couldn’t help laughing.

"Sir, "Aphrodite" sent an urgent message. He needs our help."

"Oh?"

"CIA Director Richard James Kerr has been very interested in him recently and is investigating him all the time. He wants us to kill each other."

Another CIA Director? !

Victor's expression was a little excited, and he looked at Augustin Przeucir, "Are you sure?"

"Richard has a mistress who works as a prostitute in Fengqing Street. Everyone The other party will accompany him on Saturday night, so he can take action then. "Prostitute?" Victor looked surprised.

"Richard has a very serious..." Augustin Przeucir thought for a moment, "cuckold tendency. He once shared his mistress with others."

Fuck!

Are Americans having such a good time?

"What are you going to do?"

Augustin Przeucir's eyes flashed with a wise expression, "I plan to put some venom on her, and then Richard When de James Kerr did it, he promised to die immediately on the woman's belly."

Oh shit!

As expected, the methods of obtaining intelligence are all dirty.

“Will it be detected?”

“We extracted a toxin from a plant in South America, which can be completely absorbed by the blood within 20 minutes, but its toxin is 60 times that of a cobra, it mainly stimulates the heart and causes sudden death!"

Victor patted Augustin Przeucir on the shoulder and couldn't help but sigh, "Sooner or later you will go to hell."


Who knew that the other party didn't mind, but said with a "loyal" look, "Then I will go to hell to kill Hades and welcome His Majesty Victor to the throne!"

Well, what you said is bragging.

But Victor was happy.

The burden on your shoulders will become heavier and heavier.

After Donald Rumsfeld returned to the hotel where he was staying, he called Bush Sr. on a special phone and reported Victor's request.

He also said with frustration, "The Mexican's fist seemed to be on my mouth, but I had to use my face to catch it."

"Thank you for your hard work. Bush comforted him casually, then paused, "What do you think of Victor?"

"A careerist, a speculator, a madman and a man who would start a war if given a chance." Madman..."

"He lacks extreme respect for the United States. I can see it in his eyes that he wants to be the boss of Latin America."

Bush laughed at this comment and said categorically, "He is talking nonsense!"

"North America belongs to the United States, Latin America belongs to the United States, and the world will also belong to the United States. Who does he count?"
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"His missile caliber is only 5 minutes away from Wall Street." Donald Rumsfeld said this lightly.

Old Bush couldn't stand it anymore. Damn it, no wonder everyone is upset when they look at you. I'm pretending to be sexy. You can lick your butt crack from behind.

Perhaps because he knew that he was not suitable to say this, the special envoy Mr. Donald changed his words, "We should not have a head-on conflict with Mexico, but I support a "proxy" war."
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"For example?" Bush sat up straight.

“Destroy relations between Mexico and other Latin American countries, create conflicts, make Victor the most hated representative in the region, support the anti-Victor alliance in Mexico, and push out an agent when necessary , just like dealing with Iraq, dealing with Victor. "

The CIA is best at this kind of thing.

CIA: Hey, ah! Yes, I received intelligence that the Mexicans are going to deal with you. Your previous cargo ship on the high seas was bombed by Victor. Yes, I swear, I swear on my American dignity and morality.

"We need to minimize the conflict with Victor and repair the relationship with him. I suggest accepting his request and putting the main people on trial..." Donald Rumsfeld saw over there His breathing stopped, and he quickly said, "It will be tried by our own court, and the specific content can be completely controlled by ourselves."

"You are solely responsible for it."

The elder Bush took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "My only request now is that the Mexicans hand over the body as soon as possible!"

The media I am looking for Can't wait.

The propaganda machine in the party has begun to build up support for me. As soon as the bodies of the "killed" US troops arrive, I will personally pick them up at the airport and cry bitterly when the time comes.

Wow…

Let me tell you, I will be re-elected the year after tomorrow! "Life is sometimes more important than votes." Why is Donald Rumsfeld so annoying?

Because, he really likes to tell the "truth", even to people who have no emotional intelligence.

Old Bush has said in more than one place that he is headstrong and arrogant!

Two people cannot deal with each other on their own.

Sure enough, when he heard what the other party said, Bush, who was also self-centered, scolded him unhappily, "Donald, you just have to do your own thing."

After saying that, he hung up. Telephone.

Listening to the empty sound inside, the old man seemed very indifferent, and he spoke calmly.

"Old Bush, Private!"

Bah!

The US-Mexico conflict is now making headlines around the world.

The Internet is not developed now, otherwise, the three names of Victor would be hot searches every day.

In the mainstream media, even beyond the impeachment of Iron Lady Thatcher.

Even the always picky BBC admitted that Victor was the "Mexican savior" and specifically called in the military to publicize the Pentagon's decision to "execute" the Pentagon on the show.

In the end, the pot was left to "intelligence issues."

"The CIA's performance was simply disastrous. Their amateurish behavior made me think I saw the Indian intelligence agency. I gave them two words, Shet!"

The loud-mouthed guest offended two people at once.

CIA Director Richard James Kerr gritted his teeth and looked at the bastard on the TV, while the supermodel host next to him kept laughing.

I am being commented on randomly like a clown.

According to the "rules", he should actually abdicate in favor of others, resign himself, and maintain the last bit of dignity.

But he couldn't bear this position.

This is the CIA director!

I could have taken a step further in the political arena, but it was ruined by that bastard Victor.

You said, can’t you wait quietly for death?

He really wants Victor to die now!

Even if the United States and Mexico are negotiating for peace, what does this have to do with us?

As long as we kill Victor, everything will be back on track.

“What a bastard!” Richard James Kerr glared viciously at the host and guests on TV.

When the time comes, I will kill you too.

Let you understand what "free speech" is.

When he was about to continue working, the phone on the table rang. He picked it up and called it.

"Dear~" A female voice whispered from the opposite side.

"Ruth, how many times have I told you not to call me during working hours."

The woman opposite said pitifully, "I...I just miss you, you Are you coming tonight?”

Richard James Kerr was about to refuse when he heard the other party say, “I’ve prepared your favorite #$%#$ today, and if you can, I’ll call you Two black men, wow, he is awesome.”

When the perverted CIA director heard this, he suddenly felt animalistic impulses in his heart.

When people are in trouble, they all want to feel refreshed first.

The most important thing at night is...

Richard James Kerr's Adam's apple rolled and he looked at the alarm clock on the wall.

It’s Saturday.

It's time to relax.

What can you do to complete your work?

You have to activate your sphincter properly.

“Wait for me!” He whispered into the phone, his breathing becoming rapid.

Pick up the keys on the table and leave work early.

These high-level officials in the United States all have special quirks. After the millennium, all demons and demons have emerged, under the leadership of political correctness.

You can even see a shemale who didn’t join the national army fucking as a four-star general.

Fake Squid!

This is simply embarrassing for those who advocate Long Live America.

It’s really…hard to describe.

Mr. Director drove his "old and broken" car straight to his mistress's house in Washington.

In order to prevent others from seeing him, he put on sunglasses when he got out of the car.

It's just a prostitute, it's not just a prostitute.

He walked into the elevator and was about to close the door when he saw a woman holding a child running towards him at the door and waving to him to wait.

"Hurry up!" Richard James Kerr shouted, but he was still pressing the button hard in his hand. Seeing that the other party was about to come in, the door paid attention.

He could hear the dissatisfied curses outside, which made him feel good.

When he came upstairs humming a little tune, he knocked on the door. It opened and a hand from deep inside pulled him in.

And that scene made his scalp boil even more.

The mistress and a black man are having sex, and the sound is so loud!

Richard James Kerr became excited immediately. When he was about to join the battlefield, he heard his mistress shout, "Go take a bath first."

He nodded, rushed into the shower room, gave himself a quick shower, rushed out impatiently, and started nibbling.

A scent of lust and luxury suddenly spread across the room.

Richard James Kerr felt a little selfless. He felt that his soul was boiling, and he could hear the thumping in his head. His breathing gradually became faster, and the bloodshot eyes in his eyes gradually increased.

After a long and comfortable breath, he lay on his mistress's body.

The latter also patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction and praised him, but Richard James Kerr did not respond at all.

A black man who noticed something was wrong went up and pushed him, and saw the director flipped over and fell on the bed

"Ah? Ah!!!!" The mistress panicked when she saw this and patted him. His face said, "Dead...dead?!"

The two black men looked at each other, grabbed their clothes and ran away!

It fully demonstrates the black people's "escape" skills.

The mistress’s legs were weakening and she cried out for the black man to take her with him. She put on a skirt and crawled towards the door.

This movement caused the residents nearby to look outside one after another, and they saw two black buttocks.

Someone couldn't help but leaned over out of curiosity and saw a man lying on the bed, like a ball.

"Quick! Call the police!"

The FBI, who received the call, came directly to the scene. When they saw Richard James Kerr, they were so frightened that they called the police directly. The boss called.

FBI's Floyd I. Clark was confused.

He said a sentence that would go down in history in the 20th century: "Can x-rays poison people?"

He immediately drove there.

This was huge "good news". When he left, he "accidentally" told a few loud-mouthed employees about it.

It’s not that the FBI is so powerful, but that the CIA can really make a fool of itself.

This should be the second director to die in an "accident", right?

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(End of this chapter)

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