Chapter 319 It doesn’t matter whether they are suitable or not, what matters is loyalty!
“Do you know why I set up no obstacles at all and let those people leave Mexico?”
In the office, Victor sat on a chair with his hands crossed and looked at the few confidants in front of him.
Casare and Kennedy need no further introduction. Horatio Herbert Kitchener has been officially appointed as the Chief of Staff of the Northern Army, taking charge of the staff and combat headquarters.
Promoted to two-star major general.
The speed of this promotion is simply faster than the explosion of Brother Asan's rocket.
He also became the second general in the army besides Kennedy!
Oh, Ludendorff also got his wish and became deputy chief of staff, with the rank of colonel.
Everyone is happy with the plan to recover the north.
Except for those virgin bitches in Europe and the United States, everyone else is very happy.
Hearing Victor's question, several people looked at each other.
They all shut their mouths smartly and looked at the boss eagerly.
“The first thing a group of drug-related people think of when they get together is not how to obtain drug money down-to-earth, but crime. You see, it won’t be long before the police in the United States are busy.”
"Secondly, there are always people who don't like drug dealers, and the United States is a country with guns. When the red necks start fighting with the outsiders, it'd better turn into riots!"
"As long as the Americans are in trouble, Just understand that we are right.”
When Victor thought of the beautiful scenery, he couldn't help but click his tongue twice, picked up the teacup on the table and took a few sips.
"The most important point is that I am now the executive director of the Drug Enforcement Administration. If drugs in the United States get out of control, do I have an obligation to help fight the anti-drug war?"
Casare et al. People’s expressions are like this: !!!∑q|Д|p!!!(屮)屮(@д@)/! !
Boss, you really feel that way.
However, millions of drug dealers are mixed together...
It will definitely explode with great power.
Let poppy flowers bloom throughout the United States and make the red necks angry to death.
“What we have to do now is to rebuild Juarez and Guadalajara, as well as implement further military control of the local areas, and remove the local cancers and consortiums, especially the British and American and Spain has the assets of three countries and guarantees the basic rights of the local poor. I don’t want anyone to starve or freeze to death in the winter. Let Ludendorff sit in Guadalajara and Joseph Joffre in Juarez!”< br>
"First-line troops, rest where you are."
"Understood!"
Dong Dong Dong~
There was a knock on the door, interrupting the three people's thoughts. A secretary ran in with a nervous look on his face, "General, the National Palace of Mexico was attacked by a missile. Seven people were killed." The members of the Presidential Guard were killed and Mr. Kwaukemot was seriously injured!"
"What!" Casare jumped up and shouted, "Who did it?"
Kennedy next to him looked a little frightened, and Horatio Herbert Kitchener glanced at Victor nervously.
It’s just that his expression is very calm, even facial paralysis, but with this expression, people can’t help but feel relieved.
Those who have thunder in their chests and faces as flat as a lake can worship the general! !
"The missiles flew over from Oaxaca, two M90 missiles. The local Oaxaca resistance claimed responsibility for the incident and demanded the release of El Mencho, otherwise more targets would be targeted Attack." The secretary said hurriedly.
Drug traffickers have evolved into terrorist organizations!
We have missiles.
It seems that the financial backer behind it can’t wait to kill Victor.
"Who do you think did it?"
Kennedy frowned, "The source of the M90 missile..."
"It can't be found. There are too many of these missiles in Africa and the Middle East. The warehouse There are a lot of them in there, and it would be extremely difficult to find them out, but I think it’s just the CIA or CIA 6 who are behind them to support them,” Horatio Herbert Kitchener said solemnly.
Victor crossed his legs and stared at them with squinted eyes, "I want to come back with revenge. No matter who did it, I am very unhappy now. Members of the British, American and Spanish intelligence agencies are wanted across Mexico. Each employee has 10,000 people." US dollars, if I catch the local person in charge, 200,000 US dollars, get the head of that bullshit resistance leader, find his family, and kill them all!"
"And..."
Victor said this in one breath, and pondered for a moment, "Start the "turbidity plan" and guide drug-related personnel from the three countries to launch riots. If he doesn't make me feel comfortable, I will drag them to death together!"
Do you think you are confused? Are drug dealers the only ones entering the three countries?
Victor has already stuffed a lot of spies inside, who can do tricks inside if necessary.
Victor also wanted to push forward, but he had too few soldiers at his disposal. Mexico has 1.9644 million square kilometers. If you throw these 100,000 soldiers into it, there won't be much splash at all.
I can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry.
Moreover, soldiers also need to rest and recuperate properly. If a long-term, high-intensity war continues, people will collapse.
The logistics support department has been urgently dispatching psychologists from the rear to the front to intervene.
“Send Cuaukmote to the best hospital in Tijuana.”
“Boss, who do you think is the most suitable person to represent Cuaukmote now?” Casa Lei asked quietly.
This issue is very sensitive, and everyone fell silent immediately.
Victor crossed his hands and gently tapped the thumb of his right hand to test the back of his left hand. It didn't matter who represented him, what mattered was whether he thought it fit.
The players behind the scenes may be like this.
Victor suddenly looked at Casare and asked directly, "Do you want to go?"
The general's loyal lackey was startled, trembled, his face flushed instantly, and he asked nervously, "I...I shouldn't be qualified."
"You are the governor of North and South and Sonora, and you are fully qualified!"
Casare was confused, maybe too excited, he scratched his head, "Boss, when did I become the governor of Sanzhou."
"December 22, 1990, 10:07 am!" Victor He looked at his watch and said, "It was just one minute ago."
"You just need to tell me whether you want it or not."
"Yes!" Casare said directly.
Victor nodded, "It is announced that Casare will temporarily take over Cuauquemot's position and serve as the acting president of Mexico, effective immediately."
Casare was shaking with excitement.
This is amazing.
A year ago, I was still a scared little gangster in the "Plateau Prison". I had to keep a smile on my face when facing any drug dealer in custody.
Even when some drug dealers are upset, give him two slaps!
But after following Victor, everything changed. In just one year, all the drug dealers who laughed at and ridiculed me became fertilizer!
I want to reach the highest step by step!
This fully illustrates the truth that finding a good backer is more important than any effort!
Kennedy looked at Horatio Herbert Kitchener and said it was impossible not to envy him.
But everyone knows that in Victor's heart, Casare is the "White Moonlight".
Oh, by the way, Casare’s bounty: 32 million US dollars!
Second only to Victor’s 50 million US dollars!
To a certain extent, these two people can be regarded as the "violent gangsters" of the world.
After the National Palace in Mexico City was bombed.
Some ambitious people over there couldn't wait to start "calling friends."
Do you think no one opposes Kwaukemot? There are many!
When he was seriously injured in the bombing and hospitalized, a group of "key members" of the Mexican Workers' Party immediately came to the home of deputy leader Martinez Nitfel Od.
This person’s identity is not simple either. During the Mexican-American War from 1846 to 1848, his great-grandfather was a leader of the resistance and died in the fight against the United States.
This status is also considered prominent. When Kwaukmot raised his arms, his companion Martinez Nitfel Ode joined first, and his identity number plate was 002. , is also the deputy leader of the Workers’ Party!
"Please Mr. Martinez, take charge of the work and move into the National Palace!" A man wearing glasses said excitedly.
Those who don’t know think he is pregnant.
"Yes, the country cannot live without a president for a day. Please sir, take charge of the overall situation."
"I agree too!"
One by one, the political leaders raised their fists and said.
Martinez Nitfel Od's expression was very strange, and he didn't know whether he was laughing or crying. The hand on his thigh was pinched fiercely, as if to ensure that he would not laugh!
When he heard that Kwaukemot was seriously injured in an attack, he knew that his spring had come.
Why did he join the Workers' Party?
Because this is a political speculator!
He has said in private more than once that there are good people among drug dealers and they also pay taxes. He believes in adopting a gentle policy.
The relationship with Kwaukemot cannot be said to be good or bad. The other party was not happy with him and thought he was a liar.
But the grass-roots team has just been set up, and someone must be in charge, and Martinez Nitfel Od is the best warrior.
Hearing everyone's "persuasion", he exhaled and shook his head, "That won't work. Let's wait until Kwaukemot wakes up."
"Sir!" The man with glasses spoke first. Suddenly he stood up excitedly, then picked up the fruit knife on the table and put it on his neck in front of everyone's shocked eyes.
"Please ask Martinez to take charge of the overall situation. Mexico cannot be without a helmsman. We need your leadership and the people also need you. If you don't agree, I will cut me with this knife." My own throat!"
The people next to me were silent.
Brother, if you do this, it makes us look stupid, you know?
Martinez Nitfel Oded looked at the other party's firm eyes and felt happy. He lowered his legs, pulled off his suit, and was about to speak.
I heard the voice of a female announcer coming from the TV in the living room.
“The Governor-General of the North of Mexico solemnly announced that it would retaliate against the resistance forces in Oaxaca, and proposed that the governor of California, Casare Gonzalez, act as president. There are 34 million people in the north. And hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the Northern Army are willing to listen to the dispatch of the National Palace..."
Quiet...
Very quiet!
Eerie quiet!
There is only the voice of the female announcer on the TV.
"I'm sorry, my daughter is getting married, I have to go there." One person suddenly spoke and left in a hurry.
"Mr. Martinez, haha, if his daughter marries my son, I have to leave too." Another person also laughed shrewdly.
The bespectacled man who held the knife and asked Martinez to take over took a deep breath and forced a smile, "This knife is a bit blunt, I will get you a new one right now."
After saying that, he was too embarrassed to stay still. Here, are you really going to commit suicide?
Ah bah!
Everyone of them said so nice things just now, and how embarrassed they are to run away now!
One minute…
The whole living room is clean.
Martinez Nitfel Od looked at the TV with a ferocious expression, his eyes were scarlet. He stood up angrily, rushed over and kicked the TV!
Swearing loudly.
Curse Victor to die!
Fell to the ground…
Just a little bit, just a little bit closer, and I can sit in that coveted position.
Just give up?
Martinez Nitfel Od shook his head vigorously, he was unwilling to give in!
Why can they all be qualified, Kwaukmot can do it, Casare can do it, but he can’t?
Don’t you just want to be a dog?
Is Victor worthy? !
After all, he is actually very proud. His great-grandfather was a warlord during the Mexican-American War, and even served as a senior executive later. His family is also considered a political family in the country and has influence in many places. This is also One of the reasons why Kwaukmot agreed to serve as deputy party leader.
Hereditary family!
He got up, ran upstairs and entered the study, locked the door, took out a photo album from the drawer, and pulled out a photo with a phone number written on the back. He called and it rang twice. Someone picked up the sound, but he was very nervous, "Hello!"
"I am Martinez. Nitfel Oded, why are you so useless, why is Kwaukemot still alive!" Is your CIA so unreliable? ”
Sure enough, this guy has defected to the Americans!
"Why don't you speak? Now that bastard Victor has left his position to Casare, what about me? You promised me!" Seeing that the other party stopped talking, Martinez kept uttering, Just ask the CIA to compensate him.
For example, kill Casare again!
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
"It turns out that the mouse is you." A faint laughter suddenly came from the phone on the other side, and Martinez's body trembled violently. His pupils shrank, and the hairs on his neck suddenly exploded, "You...who are you!"
"Thirteenth Taibao George Smiley."
Boom!
There was a muffled thunder in the sky outside the window, and Martinez's feet suddenly went weak.
"You can run away. Our people are coming to kill you. Oh, by the way, hide your wife and children. Let's start the hide-and-seek." George Smiley smiled and hung up. Got the phone.
Listening to the busy tone inside, Martinez's eyes were full of despair.
run!
Run away!
He called his wife in a panic.
"Hey, honey~"
"Stop kissing, kiss your mother! Run! Listen to me, run to America, go to America!" Martinez screamed and cursed With.
The wife across from him was stunned for a moment, and she heard clearly the panic of the other party, and hurriedly responded.
Martinez ran back to the bedroom, took out a bag from the closet, zipped it up, and found stacks of U.S. dollars inside. After looking at it, he zipped it up again, picked it up and left without a trace. Without hesitation.
When I hurried down the road, as soon as I opened the door, my pupils froze and I saw three men standing at the door. The man walking in the front smiled and stretched out his hand, "Grab it~"< br>
Martinez's mouth was half-opened and he was kicked into the house. The three of them walked in and closed the door with a bang, startling the birds standing on the trees outside. After circling for a while, they fluttered their wings and flew away.
Half an hour later.
The door was reopened.
Three Thirteen Taibos came out. Although the last one closed the door, the smell of blood was still filling the air.
Martinez's body was hung upside down on the wall, staring, with blood seeping from his forehead, his mouth open, and a fork stuck in it, stabbed directly from the left face to the right face.
The wall next to it was written in blood: Traitor!
"The first one."!
……
USA. California. San Diego.
The dark night is a bit hazy, with neon lights swaying and feasting. Pedestrians passing by will look at the homeless man huddled next to him with disgust, and some of them will spit on him unkindly.
"Dad, I'm hungry." There was a quiet murmur in the dark corner.
Pex Acosta looked at his daughter in his arms. His little face was covered with gray and his eyes were confused.
"It's okay, I won't be hungry after a good sleep. We can receive relief meals again tomorrow. When I find a job, we can live in a big house."
The daughter nodded obediently and lowered her head. He raised his head and suddenly asked, "Why do we have to leave Mexico."
Pex Acosta was startled, "There is no freedom over there."
"But I can have In school, I can go out and play with my friends. We can play on the seesaw and the rocking horse. We are very free." His daughter raised her head and looked at him, very confused, "In the United States, we have no house or friends. I think they hate us too, is this freedom?"
Pex Acosta was silent.
He didn't know how to answer.
He is a teacher in China. He has told his students many times about freedom in the United States, and he also yearns for it. He hates Victor's policies, and he wants to be able to make the decision himself.
It’s been a whole week since I came to the United States.
The United States did not provide them with any housing at all. They only received two relief meals a day. They were even bullied by the locals and went to look for jobs, but no one wanted them.
Gululu ~
The hungry sound in my stomach started again.
As soon as Pecos Acosta came to his senses, he lowered his head and saw his daughter messing with the hem of her clothes. He suddenly felt a pain in his heart. He looked up at the 7-Eleven opposite, gritted his teeth, and stood up. He patted his daughter's face and said, "Stand here, I'll get you something to eat."
"Do we... still have money? Dad!"
"Yes!" Pei Ques Acosta patted his pants, forced a smile, kissed his daughter, and ran towards the other side of the road.
The little girl looked expectantly.
She felt that her father's back was... so big.
About two minutes passed.
The door of the 7-Eleven was opened, and the little girl saw her father rushing out with bread in his arms, a ferocious expression on his face, and waving his hands vigorously, "Run! Run!" "
Two waiters behind him rushed up, and a black man stood behind with a pistol and shot at him!
Bang!
She saw her father's body collapse and fall to the ground. The black man went up and shot him twice.
"Dad..." The little girl stared and ran over in horror. She saw blood on the ground!
"Dad! Dad! Dad!"
The little girl knelt on the ground, crying and pushing his body. The blood that seeped out dyed the hem of her skirt red. , the bread is 1 meter away from her.
"Ah! Dad, wake up, I'm not hungry anymore, I'm not hungry anymore, let's go back to Mexico, let's go home, okay, America is not good, it's really not good here, Dad, Dad!"< br>
Under the feasting lights, there was only the desperate cry of the little girl, and... a strange crowd of people standing nearby.
"Dad, Dad..."
Pecs Acosta, who longed for the United States, died in the United States.
He forgot one thing from beginning to end.
USA…
It's hell in itself!
(End of this chapter)