Chapter 312: Everything is fate, nothing is up to you! !
How much money do American journalists travel?
Bolt can’t even catch a hot mouthful when he comes.
When Richard James Kerr was carried out, the door of the building was crowded with people, and there were even reporters trying to get first-hand information.
Climb up the pipe.
"Mr. Clark, is the deceased the CIA director Richard?" A blond woman asked the FBI boss who came out, and the microphone was blocked.
He was still wearing clothes that showed his "enterprise spirit". Clark glanced at it. The female reporter looked at him meaningfully, and the two of them had a matching look.
Hey guys...
The dog is in heat!
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you this." Clark's eyes flashed and his words flickered, and he motioned to the staff behind him to carry the body to the funeral home's car.
These reporters don't care about you, they all thought he was the CIA boss anyway, so they went up one after another, and some wanted to pull the sheets.
A young man from the FBI wanted to stop him, but was stopped by the senior man next to him, who winked at him.
The boss is standing nearby with his hands folded. What are you doing waiting for others to rush up to you?
This will embarrass the CIA!
When the sheets were pulled back, Richard James Kerr's "green" face suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
The sound of snapping shutters came one after another.
The news swept the world immediately.
Tijuana. Victor Grand Hotel.
The building has 76 floors, one of the tallest buildings in the north.
This place used to be owned by the Benjamin Brothers, a Tijuana drug cartel, but is now confiscated and used to entertain foreign guests.
The 73rd floor is the nominal top floor, and the three floors above are not open to the public. They are mainly used by the top brass of the Governor's Mansion.
Donald Rumsfeld, who lived in a 100-square-meter suite, frowned as the cause of death of Richard James Kerr was being broadcast on TV.
"According to informed sources, the director of the CIA died on his mistress's body. Due to the drug he took, it stimulated the blood vessels in the brain, causing the blood vessels to rupture..."
The news spokesperson of the TV station emphasized that It's harder to suppress a smile than an AK47.
I can’t stand it even if I see it.
Director of the CIA, that's a high-level person in the United States. You must have been too frustrated to die, right?
Donald Rumsfeld, who had always prided himself on being shameless, also felt blushing at this time. He kicked the coffee table with dissatisfaction and faced the deputy commander sitting next to him, who was also a member of the United States strategically distant Nicholas. Terrance said, “CI You can put a dog in the A position, but it’s not really a dog. Bush’s glasses are of no use except for looking at money.”
Seeing him criticize his own leader, Nicholas Terrance could only laugh.
This old guard is famous for his explosive temper and doesn't like others to refute him.
Many people don’t understand why Donald Rumsfeld can be so "tyrannical". To name one of his achievements, he believes that "air force" is the mainstream of the future. No matter how awesome self-propelled artillery is, it can have aerial bombing. Forced?
This also laid the foundation for the U.S. military’s war model for the next few decades.
And he is so capable that there is no opposition to him in the Pentagon.
There are now rumors that the military prefers Donald Rumsfeld to serve as Secretary of Defense.
The next few are too hot!
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Guard, guard..."
At this moment, roars and dissatisfied scoldings suddenly came from outside the door, followed closely by curses.
"Go out and see what's going on." The old defense chief frowned, and the accompanying officials sitting on the other side walked out.
I saw two American officials being pinned to the ground by a large and thick guard, while a waiter stood next to him, pointing at him, and he didn't know what he was saying.
The Americans in other rooms also came out and looked at each other in confusion.
"Hey, what are you doing? What are you Mexicans doing? Let go!" Someone pointed and said dissatisfied.
Unexpectedly, the guard pulled out his gun and yelled, "Don't move!"
The waiter spread the posters in his hands angrily, "You Americans are rude, you took our general's portrait It’s torn off!”
Americans, look at me, and I’ll look at you.
This is not a serious matter.
They even cursed the president in public. What happened?
"According to the laws of northern Mexico, they are suspected of blaspheming the leader!"
Finally, the American who was being held down panicked, "Help! Help! Help!"
Donald sitting in the room Rumsfeld also came out, his expression gloomy.
How many times have I said, don’t try to use the American way of thinking to cause trouble in Mexico.
Isn’t this looking for trouble?
"They are diplomats, have immunity for foreign teachers, and... they are members of the negotiating team. You are destroying the relationship between the two countries."
"The best treatment for arrogant people like you is to use It’s 7.62.” The waiter hummed, not timid at all.
"Call Victor and tell him that we agree to his request. Also, I hope he can forgive a few idiots!" The old defense chief said through gritted teeth, walked back to the room, and closed the door heavily. opened the door.
Deputy leader Nicholas Terrance squinted his eyes. To be honest, he was a little shocked. When did Mexico become so feudal?
In the Governor's Mansion.
Victor was still a little confused when he received the call, but he said with a smile, "Don't worry, Mr. Donald, as long as they are happy, I will not take advantage of them. I will ask people to collect the US military corpses. As long as the money and people arrive, You can pull me away at any time.”
“Take me away first? Hahaha, Mr. Nicholas, you Americans are notorious for being shameless. Don’t try this with me. Otherwise, I will cut the carcasses into pieces and sell them to farmers in Texas to feed pigs.”
Get down!
After Victor hung up the phone, he looked at the secretary next to him, Krista Schroeder, and joked, "The country where liars and bastards are born actually makes me believe in their morals. These things they Have you?”
Christa Schroeder smiled, but her smile was a little stiff.
"What's on your mind?" Victor suddenly asked, picking up the Camel cigarette on the table, leaning his elbows on the table, and lighting it coolly.
Then he threw the lighter on the table and looked at her, "Don't hide it from me."
He had long noticed that the other party's mood was not right, but this was a war, who would care? Care about a woman's emotions?
There are always days like this.
But now the haze on his shoulders disappeared, and Victor was interested in asking more questions.
After all, they are the people around you.
Ms. Krista Schroeder looked at Victor with a complicated expression and opened her mouth, "I'm pregnant."
? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Victor's hand froze and he turned his head. His eyes were a little confused and...a little dull.
His first action was to put the cigarette into the ashtray and put it out.
His facial expression was very happy, but a little solemn. He frowned, twitched the corners of his mouth, and looked at him, "When did it happen?"
Christa Schroeder saw his expression and her heart sank. , "Two months."
Victor took a deep breath and did not ask the other party if he wanted to have a baby.
This kind of question is too stupid. What woman doesn’t want to be a mother?
"From now on, you can be the office director and leave the small things of delivering documents to others. If you don't want to work, then don't work. I will give you 200,000 US dollars every month." "No, I can go to work, I can still do it.”
“I can give you whatever you want, but you have to understand that I can’t give you the identity you want. Don’t think too much. I have a very good relationship with Belsaria.”
Even if there is a conflict with the United States, it is not a conflict with the Rumsfeld family behind it.
Furthermore, after seeing the power of the Northern Mexican Army, that old guy Donald may still be making plans in his mind.
Christa Schroeder was silent for a moment, she felt very unwilling to do so. She was Victor's woman, and the children she gave birth to should receive the best resources!
Like the children of the British royal family!
Raised since childhood.
But she is also a smart person, and she knows that if she disagrees or even makes some excessive demands.
Victor will make her disappear.
Disappearance in the strict sense.
"I...I understand."
Victor nodded, held down the phone, "Please ask Casare to come see me."
About three or four minutes later, his head was covered with sweat, Casare, who ran over in a hurry and was panting, knocked on the door and came in.
“Why are you running in such a hurry?”
“Boss, if you call me, I have to come over no matter how far away you are.”
Victor nodded and pointed to the secretary next to him, "I want you to take care of Krista Schroeder, she is pregnant."
Casare's brain was shut down, and he almost blurted out the words of congratulations, but it was already a bit political. He suddenly thought something was wrong.
The eldest woman is pregnant, why should I take care of her? This...is unreasonable.
It has to be said that some people are suitable for eating this bowl of rice. He looked at Victor's expression and figured it out immediately. He patted his chest and said, "Boss, leave it to me. I'll Raise her child as your own."
"Only the three of us know about this..."
"Boss, from now on Christa Schroeder will live with me. If necessary, then "marry" me. This child will be mine."
Victor nodded with satisfaction.
“What do you think?” He looked at Krista Schroeder.
The latter is a bit sad.
"Go down and rest, and let me have a word with Casare."
Krista Schroeder wiped her tears and left pretending to be strong.
"I know what this woman wants, and I can't give her any illusions, otherwise the house will be unstable. The child she gives birth to can be my first child, but it will not inherit everything from me."
Casare nodded.
The story of the prince and the ugly duckling is just a story, just like why do literati and poets like to write about supernatural beings and have sex with female ghosts?
What doesn’t exist is new.
Power, wealth and status are, after all, spread by blood.
If Victor's future wife is Bertha, it will bring a lot of political results. The Northern Army needs this "backer"!
“That’s my first child.” Casare said with a smile.
“Thank you.”
“Boss, why are you saying such things to outsiders? Everything I have is given by you. Even if you let me die now, I will not hesitate. ! ”
"There is no need for us brothers to say this, just do your best. Kwaukmot is an outsider after all."
Casare was startled, and his mind went blank for a moment.
This seems to be saying: The prince is ill, please work harder.
When he came out of the office, he still had one sentence in his mind: Can I be the president?
Can I?
But soon his eyes clear.
Follow the boss and you will be able to do it! !
He checked his watch, went downstairs, got in his car, and drove towards the mental hospital not far away.
There are guards at the door, armed with guns!
When he saw Casare, he saluted and let him go.
In a garden of the mental hospital, he saw his mother, who was being pushed by a nurse. Her long hair had been shaved short. She was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a bear in her hand. Her eyes were dull and she had lost a lot of weight.
Camila Sodi was too noisy in the hospital and often talked nonsense.
For example, my son helped Victor up!
My son is the real governor.
Casare asked people to increase the potion, directly turning his mother into a real mental patient.
He walked over and waved to the caregiver, who nodded and left.
"Mom, I'm here to see you."
The other party didn't respond. Casare squeezed her shoulders gently, as if he was always nagging, "Mom, you have to eat. Are you ready?"
"Food?"
When Camila Sodi heard this, she was very slow, "Food, yes, I want food, my card. Sarai hasn’t eaten yet.”
She said and touched the bear in her arms, "Don't be afraid, Casare. Mom is here. Mom will cook for you. She will definitely make you full."
"Boss, can you?" You can’t give me some money, I...my child has no food to eat. I want to buy him a piece of bread. Just give me 10 pesos. Thank you, boss. Thank you, boss.” Camila Sodi started talking nonsense. He nodded as if thanking someone.
"Eat, hey, Casare, eat more and grow taller. Then you will be able to make a difference. Don't drink like your father, don't sell drugs, study hard, you eat Well, mom has eaten it... in the factory, big fish and meat, it’s a good meal.”
Casare stood behind Camila Sodi, listening to her murmur. He raised his head, his eyes wet with tears.
He recalled that when he was a child, he had a cold and a fever of 38°. His mother carried him on her back and braved the heavy rain to beg someone else. She knelt in front of a drug dealer, hoping that he could save him. At that time, the other party saw that his mother was very strong and gave him Got $10.
It was this $10 that saved my life.
"Casare, don't be afraid, mother is here, mother is here, mother is not hungry, mother is not hungry..."
Casare cried all at once, trembling silently Shoulder, hug Camila Sodi from behind, close to her face, "Mom, don't blame me, don't blame Casare, you are causing too much trouble. If my son is not cruel, your life will be lost." Ah!”
“Casare...my son.” Camilla Sodi’s eyes were empty and she just muttered these two words.
Don’t look at the boss who is very kind to you.
But if he doesn't do it himself, Victor will let others help him!
The sky is still very blue.
But...
Everything is fate, and no one can control it at all! !
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(End of this chapter)