Chapter 321 is really a beautiful scenery!
Atlanta. Fulton County.
This is a booger-sized place that is hard to find on the map.
But in the eyes of black Americans, this is a holy place!
Because the most “great” fighter—Martin Luther King—was once active here.
Even if this person is suspected of plagiarism, having a dissolute private life, and violating the teachings.
Just like the Mahatma promoted by Brother Asan, he worked as a stretcher bearer for the British in South Africa. As a result, people disliked him for being clumsy. He desperately wanted to be British, but because of his skin color, people did not accept him.
Then they thought of non-violent non-cooperation...
Both men were staunch supporters of this slogan, but they both died violently in the end.
In a two-story building, the exterior walls are somewhat mottled, and the wall glue has even begun to peel off in some places. A portrait of Martin Luther King is painted on the wall, with his eyes looking out Looking far away.
This is also the residence of his eldest son, Martin III.
Not the same as his father.
He is a devout believer and goes to the choir to pray for "Africans" every Thursday.
When his red Volvo drove to the parking space in front of his home, he and his wife got out of the car, and when he was about to open the door, he heard the sound of the horn. Martin III turned his head in confusion and saw There was a police car parked on the side of the road, and two plainclothes policemen got out.
"Good evening, Mr. Martin." The leading white man looked at him and said with a smile, his hands on his armed belt.
Martin III looked at the other person up and down, frowning, "Who are you?"
"Senior CIA agent, Augustus." The white man said, taking out his ID and handing it over, Martin III looked at it , feeling slightly relieved, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
"I have something to ask you, is it convenient?"
"Of course, please come in."< br>
The white detective waved his hand and pointed at the police car, "Just chat in the car."
Martin III thought for a moment, nodded, and said a few words to his wife next to him. The other party said worriedly, "Be careful," and took the child into the house.
The three of them walked to the police car, and another CIA member opened the door. Martin III also thanked him. As soon as he got in, before he could remember to speak, a hand suddenly covered his mouth. After violently pressing his head against the window, senior agent Augustus stabbed his lower jaw with a 20-centimeter knife!
Poof...
The blood spattered on the window, Martin III stared, his eyes stiffened, the strength of the struggle dissipated, and he tilted his head and fell inside...
"Let's go!" Augustus and the two abandoned the car and fled.
Martin III's wife, who had been staring at them at the window, was startled when she saw them running away. Then her face changed and she hurried out the door. When she opened the car door, she saw the tragic death of Martin III inside. She felt dizzy. Cry loudly.
"Help! Help..."
Many people living around came here after hearing the news. When they saw Martin III stabbed in the neck with a knife, they were also shocked, but they hurriedly rushed to the rescue. He was taken to the hospital.
But it's too late.
Martin Luther King’s eldest son died!
This was big news. When the reporters who came after hearing the news surrounded the widow at the entrance of the hospital, she was already crying uncontrollably and fell into the arms of a relative, her eyes dull.
But for American reporters, it doesn’t matter who dies, as long as they have news materials. Didn’t you see how happy these people were when Kennedy was shot?
Many small newspapers and magazines are even teasing who can get Jacqueline.
“CIA!”
The youngest son of Martin III standing next to him suddenly spoke, which immediately attracted everyone’s attention. When they looked over, they saw him gritting his teeth.
"What did you just say? Is it the CIA? Is it the CIA?" a reporter asked excitedly.
The colleagues next to me all had their eyes shining and they were holding their breath.
"They killed my father! I saw it with my own eyes, those bastards killed my father!!!"
Oh yeah!
The reporters almost jumped up with excitement. They surrounded the child and kept asking questions, and even led him to another angle, "Then do you want revenge?"
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The widow of Martin III jumped up immediately, pushed away the reporter, and hugged her child tightly, "No, no, don't ask, don't ask."
But the mother's tears did not move her. Help the jackal.
They looked at the child eagerly.
"Of course! I will trample them viciously under my feet. I will take revenge. I will kill them sooner or later!!"
Excellent...child.
The reporters took the materials and left with satisfaction.
Only the family members were left crying alone at the door...
The news capitalists added more publications overnight.
When the sun rose the next day, the news shocked the entire United States!
At the door of Martin III’s house, a large number of black people began to gather!
In the square where Martin Luther King delivered his speech, someone raised their arms and shouted, with angry voices shouting around, "Gentlemen! America is killing us, killing freedom! Killing democracy!"
"Our leader died under dirty politics, and now, we failed to protect his son, Martin, our child, and he died at the hands of the CIA!"
That standing person The black people on the stage raised their hands excitedly, "We can't hide anymore! Gentlemen, ladies, children!"
"We should fight!"
"Let America and the world, Listen to the voices of black people!”
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
The voice became louder and louder, the response became more and more fanatical, and thousands of hands were raised angrily.
They started gathering in San Diego and causing riots!
On January 2, a demonstration broke out in Detroit, which has the largest black population, clashed with local police, and used Molotov cocktails to attack government institutions. The number of people exceeded 250,000. For a time, it could not be stopped. Michigan The National Guard intervened, but unexpectedly, the blacks turned out to have strong firepower!
Including but not limited to AK47, and some heavy machine guns!
The riots gradually evolved into dissatisfaction with the US government.
On January 3, more than a dozen cities including Miami, Washington, Los Angeles, and Houston responded jointly. More than 1 million black people took to the streets, shouting the name of Martin Luther King.
Naturally, it also caused conflicts.
A group of black Americans armed with Scorpion submachine guns broke into Miami's City Hall and hijacked the big shots who were meeting inside.
In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this demonstration is turning into a carnival for criminals!
The black gunmen who hijacked another city hall are not good guys at all. They are a local African-American gang. They sell drugs, traffic people, and even smuggle. They do everything.
They wanted to do something big this time, and it was completely...the brain stem was missing.
Can you really understand the thinking of black people?
Think this is an opportunity to make a name for yourself?
That night, heavily armed U.S. SWAT police raided City Hall and killed 11 robbers inside. Miami began to impose full military control.
On January 5th, the entire territory fell!
Although black Americans are a minority, there are still millions of them. What is a vast ocean? This is it!
At this time in Langley, the CIA office.
The new director Stanfield Turner has a serious face and is wearing a military uniform. He looks very serious, even his hair seems to be standing at attention.
This is my second time staying at Langley!
He served from March 9, 1977 to January 20, 1981. He was Bush's successor and did a very good job during his tenure. After all, in those years, the Soviet Union really conquered everything. The whole world, if he could maintain operations during this period of time without being killed by the KGB, he was certainly considered a good player.
After the death of two CIA directors in a row, Bush Sr. finally couldn't sit still. He personally invited Stanfield Turner back and asked him to take charge and calm the growing dissatisfaction within the CIA.
He is also an admiral and has good relations in the military.
"I was given a big gift as soon as I came on stage." He murmured to himself. Several CIA executives sitting opposite looked at each other and moved their buttocks, feeling a little restless.
"Who is the CIA who killed that nigger? Have you found it? Where is his information?" He asked three times in a row, making the deputy director in charge of personnel sweat profusely and stood up in a hurry, "Director, he has escaped. , we found out that it was Augustus from the third team and another employee named Kenya. Augustus has been with the CIA for six years and he has been working conscientiously. …We couldn’t have imagined this.”
“Six years…”
Director Stanfield Turner exhaled, “Why would a six-year old employee kill someone? Black man? Don't tell me what his political affiliation is. Have you investigated his intelligence information?"
The deputy director shook his head in embarrassment.
"Then what are you doing sitting here? Do you want me to arrange work for you? You idiot, go find out his interpersonal relationships." Stanfield Turner became angry immediately, picked up the ashtray and smashed it He walked over, startled the other party, and ran out in a panic.
"I'll give you three days and if I can't find the problem, I'll treat you as a problem and solve it. Get lost!"
The other people hurriedly responded and ran out in embarrassment.
Standing at the door, they looked at each other and sighed at the same time.
"This tyrant..." A deputy director couldn't help but complain.
"Shh, you're going to die. Stop talking nonsense. I'll send you to collect the ponds then. Let's go!" Stanfield Turner can certainly understand how his subordinates will scold him, but he can't control it. No, he is here to work, not to socialize. These losers, you have to let them understand who is the boss.
He frowned tightly and held an analysis report in his hand. Black people all over the country were "held hostage". In the best case, the economic losses would reach tens of billions, and many people would even die!
Judging from his decades of experience in intelligence work, there must be a pair of driving hands behind this riot!
There is a smell of rivalry in the air.
Who?
KGB?
He also had a headache when he thought of this name.
The Soviet Union seemed to be dying, but the CIA still did not dare to provoke the KGB too much. Why? Those people are crazy.
The Soviets didn't understand how to fight at all, but they... weren't afraid of death.
But he shook his head again. The work of fanning the wind was too delicate, and it was completely unlike the rhythm of the Soviets. Something suddenly flashed in Director Stanfield Turner's mind.
Mexico! ?
“Could it be him?”
…
Mexico, a garbage dump in Mexicali!
Augustus, who led the black riot, sat in the office a little frightened.
They managed to escape with great difficulty!
The devil knows how much they suffered.
I got on that garbage truck and came to the border. I almost vomited from the smoke. Now it is said that the two of them are wanted in the country!
Augustus felt a trace of regret in his heart.
Zhi~
The door of the office was pushed open from the outside. The two people looked over in shock and saw a man wearing sunglasses walking in, followed by people, all of whom were very capable.
"Mr. Augustus?"
The man took off his glasses, revealing a pair of very square eyes. He also smiled and stretched out his hand, "Augustin Przeucir, to the public Director of Military Intelligence."
Augustus quickly extended his hand to shake his hand.
"You...I've done everything you asked me to do. Where's the money?" he asked nervously.
Augustin Przeucir glanced behind him. A subordinate came over with a bag and threw it on the ground with a dull sound.
“The total amount is 300,000 US dollars!”
“There is also a check for 400,000 US dollars in it. You can just pick it up when the time comes.”
Augustus can’t wait. He squatted down and opened the zipper. As expected, Franklin's face was all inside. He happily kissed the check.
Why be a spy?
For money!
700,000 US dollars, how long can he work on his salary alone? Even though he sounds nice as a senior agent, he is actually just an errand boy!
With the money, he can kill a black man, no problem at all!
"Here are your passports and plane tickets. We have prepared a mansion for you in the Maldives."
Augustin Przeucir took out two books from his arms and handed them over.
"Thank you, thank you!" Augustus said hurriedly, reaching out to get it, but he didn't pull it. He raised his head in doubt, "Sir?"
"You won't tell anyone. Right?”
Augustus was startled. , but then he patted his chest, "Of course! I have a moral bottom line!"
Augustin Przeucir nodded and looked at him, "I don't believe it."< br>
After saying that, he turned around and left.
The two of Augustus were startled when they suddenly saw two men standing at the door come in, took out guns from their arms, and in their confused eyes, bang bang bang...
Clear the magazines inside!
"Find a garbage man to clean the stove and dispose of the body."
The person in charge of the garbage dump next to him nodded quickly, "Just leave it to me."
Augustine Pu Reuchir nodded, got into the car and left the garbage dump under the protection of his bodyguards.
This is on the border, so when the car drives past, you can see the United States on the other side at a glance. Outside the makeshift steel wire, you can see scattered people climbing inside.
America is too dangerous!
Some people still understand that at least they can have food to eat when they return to Mexico.
Over there...
I don’t know when he was hacked to death by the local white gang.
Mexicali is close to Calexico, California. This city is an active territory of the Aryan Brotherhood. The troubles caused by Mexican drug traffickers and refugees have affected their interests, and of course they have to be suppressed!
In the past, there was basically a shootout every two days, but now it happens almost every day.
It's terrible...
They want to come back!
But is it possible for you to come to Mexico and leave whenever you want?
There are patrols on the border. When they see someone crossing the border, they shoot directly.
Sure enough...
As soon as Augustin Przeucil found out, he saw an off-road Hummer driving from a distance. It also said: Border Police, there is a driver on top of that Hummer. Focus on the machine gun and shoot at the stowaways climbing the wire!
There were a lot of people gathering below, but they ran away immediately after hearing the gunshots.
Only a few bodies were left.
If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?
Augustin Przeucir looked at all this with indifferent eyes.
The mobile phone next to him rang, and he picked it up, "Hello."
"Director, we found traces of the KGB!"
"Soviet people? What are you doing in North America? Is he lost?" Augustin Przeucir raised his eyebrows.
"We held him down, but the man said he wanted to see you and claimed he had something you wanted."
"What?"
"He didn't Ken said, I won’t tell you until I see you.”
Augustin Przeucir’s face turned cold, “Then break his teeth, I hate the Riddler the most.”
< br>"If it doesn't work, let him try our other dishes and he will tell."
He immediately disconnected the call.
What kind of things do you want to see yourself?
Ah bah!
Just two minutes later, the phone rang again. Augustin Przeucir answered the call, and an excited voice came from the other end, "Director, he's hired!"
"So fast?"
"I broke his teeth and made him swallow them back."
Hmm...
Not a bad idea.
"What is in his hand?" Mr. Director was very curious about this question.
“He has lists of Soviet spies in 10 countries including the United Kingdom, the United States, France, and Germany!”
Augustin Przeucir's eyes lit up immediately.
Shit!
"Keep an eye on the man, don't let him die, I'll be back soon."
This is a big fish caught! !
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(End of this chapter)