Chapter 313 It’s a good thing to have a craft
November 17th!
The United States and Mexico signed the "Tijuana Treaty" in Tijuana in front of reporters from all over the world.
Click~
The shutter sound of the camera kept ringing, and the hands of Donald Rumsfeld and Victor squeezed together heavily.
But suddenly, Victor felt the strength in his hand become heavier. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the dissatisfaction in the other person's eyes.
Immortal old man!
A sixty-year-old person is still pretending to be a mother-in-law?
Do you think I am a vegetarian?
No, the monk has to say in front of me that the Bodhisattva is incompetent.
Victor squeezed back hard, and Donald Rumsfeld's face became visibly stiff.
But I still had to smile for the camera.
Of course, the spokesperson will be responsible for what happens next. There is no need for the two big guys to be in front of the stage. When they came down from the stage, Donald suddenly said, "Young people, sometimes they are too arrogant. Not good.”
“You can’t be called a young person if you’re not arrogant?” Victor smiled and glanced, “Are you going to be arrogant when you’re old?”
He paused, "Now is the age of young people. What qualifications do losers have to teach others?"
These words made the old defense chief who prided himself on being well-educated a little angry. Looking at Victor's face, he almost couldn't help but want to fuck him.
Take a deep breath, "Where are my two colleagues who were arrested?"
"They are suspected of insulting the leader and will enter the judicial process. To a large extent, they will be sent to dig Coal." Casare, standing nearby, said with a serious face.
“He is an American.”
“He is a criminal!”
The two people stared at each other, but in the end Victor waved his hand, "Forget it, let's take a step back, you two can take away the 20 million US dollars."
When Donald Rumsfeld heard the previous words His brows relaxed, but the next half of his words almost made him lose control.
"20 million US dollars, why can't you afford to rob it?" an accompanying official said angrily.
"Otherwise? What do you think?" Casare asked, holding out a finger, "However, there is no risk in robbery, but there is in prostitution. If you hand over the hand quickly, you can still catch up with the matter. Director Chad’s funeral.”
Everyone in the Northern Army surrounded Victor with faint sarcasm on their lips.
"Shameless, really shameless, Mr. Donald, Victor has no respect for the United States at all!"
Donald Rumsfeld glanced at him, but instead seemed calm and squinted. Looking at Victor's figure, "It's useless to protest with your lips. Americans never like to use their mouths..."
"Do you think the death of CIA Director Richard was related to him?" Nicholas, the deputy leader, suddenly lowered his voice and asked.
"The CIA launched no less than 10 subversive operations against Victor in Mexico, but all failed, and..."
The deputy leader looked around, and other accompanying officials knew that the big bosses If you want to talk, quickly stand around and open up the circle.
"The beheading operation failed. The CIA thought that someone had leaked internal intelligence. Richard died not long after he became suspicious. There is a big coincidence in this. I don't believe in coincidence."
"What do you mean, silence?!" Donald Rumsfeld asked with a frown.
"I smell a conspiracy. Within a year, three directors were replaced and two died. The CIA's decades of face were lost at this moment."
Old The Secretary of Defense also felt that there was a problem when he was told this, "I will tell George Bush, this matter must be taken seriously!"
It's tricky...
White House.
"You mean, he died of sudden cardiac death!" Bush asked in a deep voice, holding the report sheet and looking at FBI Director Floyd I. Clark in front of him.
You can see the paleness on the finger joints due to exertion.
"That's what the medical examiner said."
Clark sat on the chair and paused, "Maybe the mistress's vagina was really poisonous."
When Bush heard this, he almost picked up the pen holder next to him and threw it at him.
Can such obscene words be said in such a "sacred" office location?
But it’s okay, the White House is actually dirty.
"Are you kidding me? Clark, I don't like this kind of joke. You should know how embarrassed the US government is now. I am hanging on the pillar of shame in history!"
All over the world Intelligence agencies are mocking the CIA.
What a shame.
It would be fine if he died in an assassination by some anti-American people, but you died on a woman's belly.
Oh my God.
Floyd I. Clark said with an understatement that the FBI was already worthy of its status as an "American" without beating the drums.
But it is said that many foreigners burst into tears.
CIA breeding technology is really good.
The FBI expressed envy.
"Has the mistress been found?"
Floyd I. Clark shook his head and frowned, "I mobilized the intelligence network and grassroots police, but she was not found at all."< br>
“How can a big living person still fly?” Bush said loudly, slamming the table hard.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Mr. President’s voice stopped, and he sat down and said, “Come in.”
His executive secretary and national security assistant, Bahash Johnson, walked in with a solemn expression. , "Sir, Richard's mistress has been found."
"Where is she?" Clark asked hurriedly from the side.
"In Austin, Texas, he was already dead. When he died, he was sealed in an oil drum and thrown into the river. He was finally discovered by an old lady who was scavenging."
Bahash Johnson said solemnly.
Bush, Clark and others were startled.
The atmosphere is eerie.
"A woman traveled thousands of kilometers to Texas in one day. It was interesting. It was really interesting. She couldn't go to Austin and hide herself in an oil drum and commit suicide." Bush suddenly laughed. , and then the expression became ferocious, "What a low-quality provocation!"
"This is a premeditated political murder. Use all your strength to find out who the murderer is."< br>
…
Clark and Bahash Johnson emerged from the office.
The former handed over the cigarette.
Bakhash smiled and said, "I don't smoke, thank you."
The FBI boss didn't care, he was holding a cigarette in his mouth and asked casually, "Who do you think is the right person?" The murderer? ”
“Africa? The Middle East? ”
"In terms of intelligence, you should know better than me. I'm just an ordinary secretary." Bahash Johnson said modestly.
Clark nodded, but suddenly the conversation changed and he stared at him, "Before Richard died, he suspected that you were a spy..."
Bahash Johnson looked at it calmly. He said, "Do you believe it?"
"I don't know."
"Then check it out, I also want to see who is eating the inside out." Bahash Johnson said After that, he nodded towards him and left. He didn't look back. He could feel a pair of eyes staring at him, and his scalp was slightly numb.
"Isn't it him?" Clark frowned and muttered to himself.
Is there any waste to be the director of the FBI?
He had long known that there was something wrong internally, but who it was, he had the same idea as Richard, and Bahash Johnson was a major suspect.
If Bush’s administrative secretary and national security assistant committed treason.
Clark shuddered suddenly.
November 21st.
The U.S. military dispatched a transport plane to withdraw the Second Battalion from Kuwait. When he stepped back on Mexican soil, Rommel breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his dead face.
The last few days in Kuwait can be said to be a thrilling display. The detention of frontline commanders made the US military very dissatisfied. At one point, they sent soldiers to rush into the military camp. The machine guns had their safety turned on. As long as someone's hands shook, the new A round of war will come.
"Lieutenant Colonel Rommel, welcome home!"
Horatio Herbert Kitchener, who came to greet him, gave several officers of the Second Battalion a hug, "You did a good job, the general is very happy.'
"Thank you, sir! "
"Let's go, the general is waiting for you at the Governor's Mansion and will hold a celebration party for you. "
When the Second Battalion was gathering to leave, on the other side of the airport, Donald Rumsfeld and the U.S. Ambassador to Mexico were solemnly covering the coffin with the flag.
Even if No matter how well protected it is, it still starts to smell a bit after more than ten days.
But Bush Sr. still had to "deliver a speech." These corpses were the best "tools." Wouldn't it be useless if they were burned to ashes?
But Donald Rumsfeld is different. He is a soldier and he can empathize.
“Get up!”
As the order sounded, a group of four American soldiers carried the coffin onto the transport plane. Donald Rumsfeld stood with a solemn expression.
The military band played the American national anthem.
But at this moment, very sudden music suddenly sounded, the sound was so loud that it could envelope the entire airport.
“Asshole! Asshole!” The US ambassador to Mexico next to him was shaking all over, and Donald Rumsfeld’s expression was equally ugly.
Because this song is "sunny" sung by the West German group Boney.M in 1976. It has a very upbeat rhythm and was originally used as a "disco" dance song.
TMD, playing this song in this situation, isn't it the same as playing "Bombing Tokyo" in Japan?
"I'll go find them...to protest!" the ambassador said angrily.
But after moving his feet for two steps, he turned his head and looked at Donald. Why didn't the other party drag him?
According to logic, shouldn't he tell himself to calm down?
The ambassador hesitated for a moment, and finally walked back to his seat, cursing.
“Go on.”
Donald said calmly and helped carry the coffin onto the plane.
But only he knows what he thinks in his heart.
Of course Victor is not so "petty". He has no time to care about those Americans. He is in his office, listening to Kennedy's military report.
The guerrillas and the anti-Uighur Alliance forces in the south captured six states, openly used the media to sell drugs, and also used BBS to recruit troops, organize a black market, and directly brought some businesses that could not be put on the table into the spotlight.
This is to tell Victor directly.
Aren’t you going to let us sell it?
We don’t!
I don’t want to listen, and I want to tell everyone in the world in a big way.
You Victor, you don’t have enough face!
"Drug traffickers began to build airports, oil depots and began to train personnel. Our intelligence officers even discovered the presence of EO mercenaries from the South African Strategic Resources Company, many in number, hundreds of them." Kennedy said.
“This group of people will not do anything without seeing money. There must be one or more financial backers behind these rebels.” Augustin Przeucir, Director of the Foreign Intelligence Service, said.
Victor nodded, as if he suddenly thought of something, "Do we have anyone over there?"
"Yes!" Augustin Przeucir nodded vigorously, "I have contacted Ethan Hunter , he is now serving as Colombia’s special envoy to Mexico, and he is Pablo’s spy here.”
“Is he promoted again?” Victor naturally didn’t forget about the other party. Pablo asked him to bring people to Mexico. Sabotage, trying to find a way to kill Casare, but then because of something, he went to Guatemala to wait for the weather.
Augustin Przeucir was silent for a moment, "Pablo's biological sister was tricked into sleeping with him."
"..."
I'm afraid that the air will suddenly become quiet.
Sure enough, having a craft is a good thing.
The corners of Victor's eyes twitched, "Ethan has really found a direction that suits him."
"He has great power, and apart from him, we in the organization There are also dozens of grassroots intelligence personnel inside. As long as there is any trouble, we will know it.”
“It’s just that some people are unhappy with us and want to launch a proxy war. They want to destroy Mexico and hinder our progress," Casare also chimed in.
"We in the United States have suppressed it. Who else from other countries dares to stand up? They are all a bunch of chickens and dogs. The anti-drug war continues. We must eliminate the remaining drug traffickers in Juarez and launch a full-scale attack on Guadalajara. Don't they think I will Are you a coward? Pull El Mencho out and hang it on the railing. Live broadcast every day. I want to see if any of the drug dealers in the city dare to resist."
"Let them put down their weapons and leave within three hours. Come out, we will guarantee their lives, otherwise, Guadalajara will be razed to the ground!"
"Let the missile brigade test the water first!"
"Understood!" br>
“Let’s go, the time has come, go and welcome our fighting heroes.”
…
Donald Rumsfeld followed the transport plane back to the United States.
Arrived at Arlington Air Force Base, Virginia.
The elder Bush and other senior American officials all stood solemnly in black suits, with reporters behind them. With tears in his eyes, he even personally carried down the coffin of the commander, Lieutenant Colonel Tom Mattis. .
But when he touched his hand, his expression froze. The stench of the corpse made his stomach feel uncomfortable immediately, but he still held it back. His feet were a little erratic, but the show couldn't stop.
He placed the coffin in the prepared position, carried the reporter on his back, showed a little bit of shame, and returned to his sad look.
When all the more than two hundred corpses are carried down.
Many people felt the stench.
Amid the cries of family members, Bush Sr. walked up to the podium with a press release prepared.
"Gentlemen and ladies, we are at Arlington Air Force Base and welcome our heroes!"
A gust of wind blew at just the right moment.
The stench of the corpse was blown directly into Bush's face. In an instant, the nausea that had just been suppressed suddenly came back.
Perhaps, he thought of his comrades who were eaten by sharks in the Pacific.
“Ugh!!”
I couldn’t bear it any longer and vomited it out!
The Secret Service was stunned.
Donald is also a bit sluggish.
It’s really... really embarrassing for NMD!
(End of this chapter)