Chapter 323 Celebrating Emperor Wei’s 30th birthday!
Any "activity" needs a leader!
The conflict also means the beginning of a political game...
New York. Cornell University.
Forrest Gan held a loudspeaker and stood under the sculpture of the school’s sages. The classmates next to him raised him high. He shouted hysterically, "Classmates!"
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"The U.S. government is killing our country. They are provoking the Constitution unscrupulously. What's wrong with black people and what's wrong with Mexicans? What they just want is a land to survive!"
"But, That bastard Bush actually killed them. Did you hear that? Washington is crying, Lincoln is crying, Roosevelt is crying, and my ancestor James Buchanan is crying too!”
His face was flushed, and his pupils were slightly dilated due to stimulation.
“The knowledge we learn is never for the purpose of killing and excluding races, but for the world! World! Peace! My classmates, it’s our turn to stand up, to support them, to help them them, go save them!”
“Come on!”
Forrest Gump jumped off his companion, waving his arms to lead the way!
Humans are social animals. When there is a sheep, they will only obey.
Thousands of members of the "Blue Gold Club" rushed out of the school holding flags and chanting slogans. The security guards at the door didn't know where they went.
This "Blue Gold Society" has been very influential among American student groups because it has always claimed that it does not want war, drugs, crime, and the concept of peaceful coexistence for everyone. In addition, some "media" have It is often publicized that Forrest Gan is simply a "young leader."
Well...
The boastful articles in the media have different prices depending on the traffic volume. Of course, the money is given by the "financier behind the scenes". This is called public opinion creation.
Just like Greta Thunberg, the "environmental girl" later claimed by Europe and the United States, isn't she just a "doll on a string" thrown out by a bunch of big shots?
She knows a lot about farts. If she does less X, she will fart twice less.
In this situation, Victor wants to throw out Forrest Gan, who has entered the internship period. No matter whether what he does is right or not, there will always be someone in the American political arena who will accept him.
In order to help "Forrest Gump", the Governor-General of Mexico also established a name: "The God-making Project", which is internally called: "The U.S. President Development Plan!"
Oh haha!
This plan is the most high-end, with Victor as the person in charge, and less than five people in total who know about it. All they have to do is to package Forrest Gump as the savior.
Fifteen years, strive to put him on the throne within fifteen years.
Victor has plenty of time to take his time.
Eat the meal one bite at a time...
When Forrest Gan took the passionate young people to support ethnic minorities, they encountered the police on the road, and the police rushed up and beat them!
He was hit with a stick on the head and was bleeding profusely. His glasses fell to the ground and were crushed by someone's foot. But he still opened his arms and blocked everyone in front of his companions. His expression was ferocious. , desperate and full of strength.
Shouting at the police.
"If one person's death can save the country! Then please kill me, Forrest Gump! Never harm the lives of my compatriots, long live America!!"
" It just so happened that seven or eight reporters appeared in the conflict zone, and they just happened to broadcast the scene through live broadcast.
His bloody cheeks and a look of death-defying expression instantly hit the news channels of various television stations. It must be said that Forrest Gan still looks very... upright.
Especially his sentence, "Please kill Forrest Gump!" instantly made him the idol of all American students.
The gang painted on his "blood suit", walked out of the school, walked to the police station, walked to the door of the White House, raised their hands, "Free Forrest Gump."
The new director of the CIA, Stanfield Turner, was instantly attracted to this young man. It was not that he felt tough, but his intuition told him that there was something wrong here, and he was interrogated overnight.
"You should know what you are doing! You are inciting emotions. Don't you want your diploma anymore?" the CIA agent asked with a frown.
"I learn knowledge not for the thin diploma, but to use my knowledge to build the United States. You can take away my academic qualifications, but you can't take away my determination. At worst, I will pick it up. Trash!" Forrest Gan was handcuffed and his head was tied with gauze, but he still said firmly.
Bang!
The CIA agent slammed the table and asked, "Did someone ask you to do this?"
Forrest Gan was startled, but then an extreme expression appeared on his face He was so angry that he wanted to stand up, but he was handcuffed and could only be immobilized, but it still didn't stop him from holding his feet in anger and wanting to kick the other person to death, "@w$%#! You're a CIA ￥#@ @#! If you want to kill me, kill me. Kill me, and thousands of Forrest Gans, but you can’t slander me. I love my motherland deeply and will never betray it. ! ”
The CIA agent didn’t expect him to be so excited. He frowned and looked at the glass next to him. It was a one-way glass. People inside could not see the outside clearly, but people outside could see clearly. Every move inside.
Stanfield Turner was holding a cup of coffee in his hand, his eyes were deep and reflective. He looked at the excited Forrest Gan, "Do you think he is lying?"
"Yes!" The confidant said decisively, "Patriotism is too fake. There are no such people in the United States."
This may sound like a joke, but when you think about it carefully, it is really sad.
The Yankees are a country bound by capital, are they patriotic? Who to love? It's just to protect their own interests. They have to send out pornographic advertisements to recruit soldiers. People like Forrest Gan...
It is impossible to exist!
"Let him go."
After Stanfield Turner drank the coffee, he crumpled the quilt into a ball and threw it into the trash can. "Find someone to keep an eye on him."
"Understood!"
After more than ten hours in custody, Forrest Gan was released. When he walked out of the police station, many people gathered outside and saw him When he came out, he was waving his arms and cheering.
The members of the "Azure Gold Club" rushed up to wrap up the boss's clothes.
"Classmates!" Forrest Gan raised his hand and pressed it down with both hands, and the bustle of the scene suddenly became quiet.
“We!”
“Fighting to Make America Great Again!”
Ouch! !
The group of people below heard this and became excited again.
"Forrest Gan..."
No one in the crowd started shouting, and gradually, more and more people joined in.
Forrest Gan’s name resounded throughout the sky for the first time!
Stanfield Turner watched this scene from the top floor, squinting and glancing, "Activists?"
"Activists also serve capital!"
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The United States is very noisy, but at this time, Mexico next door is extremely depressed!
Because, El Mencho’s execution is going to be broadcast live!
January 8th.
It’s Victor’s birthday.
He is 30 years old.
Celebrate with the head of a Mexican drug lord.
The whole country has a day off, watch the live broadcast.
If you have to go to work, your salary will be 3 times that day.
Starting at eight o'clock in the morning, the camera was focused on the Tijuana prison. Three prison guards wearing skull hoods walked to the deepest cell. Inside, El Mencho could be seen curled up, as if... thin from hunger. !
The door opened, and two prison guards walked over, pulling him left and right, about to drag him outside. El Mencho immediately raised his head and said, "Don't kill me... don't kill me... One billion dollars, I'll buy my life with the money." Victor...No, doesn't the Governor want money..."
"Shut up!" The prison guard standing in the middle stepped up and kicked him hard in the face, and you could hear the crack of bones. The face seemed to be sunken.
El Mencho's chest rose and fell rapidly, and his body was trembling.
“Drag it away!”
This is a global live broadcast, which means that if you want to watch it, then you have to pay the broadcast fee. Not to mention, the name El Mencho is not worth it. Less money.
More than 30 countries around the world have purchased broadcast rights, among which Asian countries have the largest number and are the richest. Singapore and South Korea have the highest prices, reaching 3 million US dollars!
The revenue from broadcasting alone reached an astonishing US$20 million.
Tsk, tsk, tsk...
El Mencho is such a fool. If "Victor" is executed in the future, wouldn't it have to explode?
El Mencho was dragged into the police car, and the treatment given to him by the Governor's Palace was pretty good. Armored vehicles cleared the road from the front and back, escorted by 3 Mi-8s in the air, the road was cleared, and more than 4,000 soldiers were on guard throughout the city!
One billion dollars, someone will be tempted.
When the detention convoy passed through the Tijuana Commercial Plaza, more than 20 Humvees that had been waiting at the intersection joined the convoy. The heavily armed Northern Army held up heavy machine guns and looked around eagerly. In a two-story house on the edge of the square.
Seven or eight men watched this scene nervously.
“Boss, what are we still doing?” a bald man asked nervously.
They belong to a private mercenary company and originally didn't intend to get involved, but it's a billion dollars! ! ! !
I still can’t help but take a look.
The boss was silent for a moment and shook his head, "Give up."
The brothers breathed a sigh of relief. We are mercenaries, not death squads. What kind of mercenaries can do this fucking battle head-on? Over the regular army? How many bullets can you carry?
Can you still take the shells physically?
The most important thing is, even if they are lucky enough to save El Mencho, can they leave safely?
Just...
Come to a "drug lord" meet and greet.
After driving around the main city of Tijuana, the motorcade entered the new stadium at ten o'clock in the morning.
Many hosts from overseas TV stations became energetic immediately.
Singapore: The execution method for drug lord El Mencho was... an ant nest? A method specially invented by the Mexicans is to smear El Mencho with honey, then throw it into a pit three meters deep and two meters wide, and put more than 15,000 South American bulldog ants in it...< br>
South Korea: Assi! Victor is as cruel as a young general. This inhumane behavior is simply disgusting!
Thailand…
Cambodia…
When El Mencho was pulled out, he peed!
I was so scared that I peed in front of the whole world!
"I want to see Victor! I want to see Victor!!"
"The new generation of Jalisco can surrender! I can make them surrender! Victor, spare my life! You too I don’t want to start a war, because more people will die!” Before he died, he threw out all the cards he could play.
Thump thump...
Rapid footsteps sounded, and a colonel was seen running over. El Mencho looked at him with scarlet eyes, with hope in his eyes.
"The Governor said, kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The Northern Army raised its hands and shouted loudly, and El Mencho immediately fell to the ground On the ground, he was dragged left and right by soldiers to the edge of the pit.
"Victor! Governor! Sir! General! General! General!" El Mencho's title changed very quickly.
Is this hoping to arouse Victor's pity?
When he finally arrived at the pit, he finally understood that he must die today, which finally turned into a curse, "Bastard! I'm waiting for you in hell! Waiting for you! Waiting for you and your lackeys They!”
He was thrown down, and then the Northern Army poured honey and sugar water on him. The ants below immediately swarmed him, with tens of thousands of ants crawling on him. Biting!
“Get away, get away...ah!!” El Mencho pulled at the ants on his body, face and in his trouser pockets, but he felt that he was grabbing more and more, and finally biting him. The pain made him scream and start rolling on the ground.
The camera even showed a few close-ups of the densely packed ants.
If you had that kind of trypophobia, you would have fallen to the ground and twitched by now.
This torture will not kill anyone at all for a while, and the screams are endless.
This shot would make even the most fanatical murderer feel terrified.
Victor's name and his cruelty have once again attracted the attention of the world!
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"Boss! Boss! Boss!!!"
At this time, in a "Turin Manor" in Tegucigalpa, the capital of Honduras, the living room was full of people, everyone looked dignified, and one The man knelt in front of the TV and cried loudly.
This man is clearly Jose Armando.
He is El Mencho's confidant. When the boss was arrested, he ran faster than anyone else. He was so windy at his feet, and now he has come to Honduras, and he has found a large army?
Jose Armando wiped his eyes, stood up, looked back at the big bosses of the "Anti-Victor" alliance, gritted his teeth and said, "I want to avenge the boss!"
"The new generation of Jalisco will fight Victor until death!!!"
As soon as these words came out, the people below suddenly became quiet and looked at him with a strange expression, with a bit of wanton disdain in their eyes.
“Do you...represent the new generation of Jalisco?” a representative of the Zapatista National Theological Army suddenly said.
José Armando’s expression suddenly changed, “Gray, what do you mean!”
“Let’s divide the drug business in Jalisco. The boss is dead, so Leave it to others, what do you think?" The man named Gray looked at the others.
"I'm not dead yet! I am the second-in-command of the new generation in Jalisco, I can..." Jose Armando said anxiously.
If you guys break up, wouldn’t I just cry in vain?
"Your boss is dead!" Gray looked at him deeply, "You can't control it alone."
"I agree!" said the man from Zeta, Spain.
“I agree too…”
"Agree!"
José Armando's eyes gradually turned cold, and there was a ball of air in his chest. Looking at them, and then looking at Gray's proud expression, "Fuck you ! The boss just died, you want to take over our business, do you think I am a vegetarian?"
He opened his clothes and revealed the grenade!
Everyone was shocked...
"What do you think I am? Me, Jose! Armando, let's die together!" As he said this, he frantically tried to pull the lead.
"Wait! Wait! Wait!" the big guys shouted in panic.
“We don’t want the channel in Jalisco, don’t worry, Armando, we are joking, we are joking.”
“Are you kidding? Gray? Are you kidding! "José Armando looked at the other party and shouted loudly.
The representative of the Zapatista National Theological Army had an ugly expression, but many people were looking at him, and he could only nod his head, "Yes...it's a joke."
"Fuck. XX! You don’t have the guts to fight for your life, why are you pretending to be your mother?” Jose Armando walked over and patted his face, “When I was working hard, you were still a farmer!”
He kicked him and knocked Gray two meters away.
“Don’t make any mistakes, otherwise, we will die together!” Jose Armando looked at everyone and snorted and left directly.
The representatives in the room looked at each other.
"Mexicans... are so rude." I don't know who suppressed such a sentence.
Jose was outside, looking at the sky, his expression was strange, his facial muscles were still trembling, "Boss..."
Seems like crying?
Looks like you’re laughing again?
"Haha...haha, woo hoo... Boss, don't worry... Don't worry, I won't, I won't treat my sister-in-law badly. From now on, your wife will be... my wife, woo woo, boss..."< br>
He couldn't help but laugh again!
Sure enough, living a long life is the most important thing.
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(End of this chapter)