Chapter 337 Please listen, Victor’s voice!
The best way to prevent consortiums from getting bigger is always nationalization!
My will is the will of the country!
In front of weapons, everything went so smoothly.
There are a total of 8 American companies in the Culiacan Industrial Zone, 2 of which are more... Dead Brain Sutra, do you think Victor’s soldiers are good stuff?
The gentle words tell you that you are a bitch, a real man, and he directly touches you.
Take 20 million US dollars of national debt and get out!
In order to keep the enthusiasm of the staff below, all salaries will be increased by 10%!
The originally anxious employees immediately got into full swing of production.
But this sudden attack on a large consortium shocked many people.
In particular, the stocks of several major companies on Wall Street have been declining. Just when the market opened on February 26, a total of more than 1.2 billion US dollars was evaporated, and they are still falling!
Stock investors sighed.
Capitalists are furious.
Atlanta, Georgia.
Outside the Coca-Cola Building, you can see many tourists queuing to check in, holding their cameras as if they were worshiping.
In the domed office on the top floor.
Robert Goizueta, a man with white hair, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking deeply at the flow of people below, holding a cigarette in his hand.
Several shareholders were sitting behind him, with similarly solemn expressions.
"The Mexican factory determines our strategy in Latin America. We can't just give up. We export more than 500,000 boxes from there every year!" A director said a little anxiously, but he was also very angry.
“What should I do?”
"Let the U.S. government protest!"
"Do you think Victor is an obedient person?"
Several directors had a quarrel.
Finally, the one who spoke first said angrily, "Then let someone kill Victor!"
Everyone looked at him as if he was a fool, are you talking? What a joke.
Kill him with what?
Sugar?
How can you say such idiotic words!
"Mexico can bring us more than 900 million U.S. dollars in revenue every year." Robert Goizueta spoke, and everyone else fell silent.
As the president, when Robert took charge of Coca-Cola, its market value was only US$4 billion. Since he started in 1981, its market value has increased to US$30 billion!
Ranked among the top six in the United States!
When you are capable, no one will make a noise when you speak.
“Victor has already chosen two paths for us, either we will cooperate or get out of the Mexican market. Isn’t the answer to this multiple-choice question obvious enough?”
“But Mr. , this destroys our interests in Mexico, we can make a lot less money a year!"
"What do you think we should do? We are businessmen, not politicians, we pursue money, not power! , for us, earning less is still profit, but if we lose it, we really have nothing.”
Robert Goizueta's remarks of "actively cooperating to be beaten" made several directors very dissatisfied, but they were limited to dissatisfaction.
Just incompetent and furious.
"Trevino, please go to Tijuana for me and have a good talk with Governor Victor. We are willing to cooperate."
A director sitting at the far side nodded. , he looked bitter and resentful.
“If we let go of our interests appropriately, we can get more... We can’t make enough money.” Robert Goizueta seemed to be talking to himself, but also to everyone. Kind of advice.
It's hard to make a choice...
Some people are willing to retreat, and naturally some people choose hard steel.
On the 27th, a few hours after the American Medical Association announced that it would stop the supply of drugs and raw materials to Mexico.
Northern Mexico Pharmaceutical Company was established!
And directly announced that it will produce insulin on its own, and will cooperate with Indian pharmaceutical companies to mass-produce basic medicines at a price that is nearly 70% cheaper than before!
Without the Yankees' tariffs, the Mexicans would use medicine even more.
The angry pharmaceutical company kept protesting with his attitude of "I'll just use fake medicines and you can't help me", and many members of Parliament who received money also criticized what he did.
In the anti-thief camp in Mexico, they continue to kneel down and lick the Americans, saying that they will continue to support genuine products and hope that Victor will apologize.
As for being in Mexico City.
Some opposing voices gradually increased.
After all...
Victor really cut off many people’s financial resources!
Quan Xiaojiang is such an awesome person. The Sanqing Education Team weighed 120 kilograms when he entered, and weighed 2 and a half kilograms when he came out with the box in hand!
My name is really Dou Huan, the people who beat me kept shouting.
It also includes Bobo, who is "too urban". What's the saying?
Without glasses, you can't see Bobo.
Wearing glasses, I can’t see Bobo!
Such a global environmentalist can be regarded as Victor’s predecessor. When the owl ditty played, he would fall asleep for 24 hours.
Some people resist such awesome people, let alone Latin America, which has been in "chaos" since ancient times?
On the afternoon of the 27th, a group of people began to protest. They demanded re-election, believing that the current Mexico is completely the product of a tyrant's dictatorship!
They demanded that the defeated Institutional Party return to power.
Some people threw dog shit at the National Palace!
In this case, the so-called "opinion leaders" stood up. Popovich, a leader of the Institutional Party, only 39 years old, sang "Mexico" surrounded by everyone. "People, answer the call to war", this is the national anthem and a battle cry.
In this case, he really gathered hundreds of thousands of people.
Popovich’s photos and information were also sent to Victor’s office immediately.
Click~
A fat man appeared on the projector.
Damn Fatty! (So does the author).
Augustin Przeucil pointed at it with a stick in his hand and said, "Popovich, male, 39 years old, born in Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico Party leader and the son of former party leader Bolivi Odyssey, he graduated from Sciences Po in Paris. After graduation, he served as the president of the Mexican department of Schiff (XIFOO). In 1983, he entered politics and served as a member of the Guadalajara Congress. "< br>
“Another person with a foreign background came back.” Victor couldn’t help but speak when he heard this.
What does someone who has lived abroad since childhood know?
He talks about benevolence, justice, morality and human rights. When asked how to solve the problem, he just said: let the Mexicans play freely.
But what will the Mexicans do in the end?
Play like a drug dealer!
If we don’t rely on force to “guide” us, we will only go further and further astray.
“The calls for new elections are getting louder now…”
“Where mainly?”
Agustin Przeucil: “Inside Mexico City.”
"Isn't there anyone making trouble in our territory? It seems that they also know my temper." Victor was still very satisfied.
There are still many people who are knowledgeable about current affairs.
"Then let him choose. If he likes to play house, let him play by himself. In addition to the governor's palace in the north and the drug dealers' territory in the south, how many other territories can he call upon?"
Mexico has a total of 32 states, and each side has one point. Oh well, you can play with the central states however you want.
Anyway, Victor needs some time to recuperate.
It serves as a buffer zone between the north and the south.
“Children always like to use their voices when making troubles. What’s the use of being loud? When you go out to do things, you have to look at your strength...”
"What about Mexico City?"
Victor sat up straight, picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, "Where am I? Where is the Mexican orthodoxy!"
Augustin Pu Reuchir understood.
Leave it to them to play!
It’s useless and you can’t collect taxes.
After the drug traffickers in the south rebelled, Mexico's tax revenue plummeted, and the government ignored you at all to support you...
They often made trouble.
The current development is not as good as Tijuana.
Play by yourself, don’t take them with you.
Victor plans to let the Institutional Party play its own game, which will be really fun. Victor in the north of Mexico is a veteran of the Institutional Party in the middle, and below are drug dealers.
The current nominal boss of the southern drug dealers is the son of Cardenas, and Cardenas was the former boss of the Institutional Party!
Will both parties cooperate?
No, no no.
In Victor's view, they will fall into a power struggle. Popovich will not give up the power he has finally "competed". There are more than 30,000 Mexican government troops in several nearby states. Woolen cloth.
Either cooperate against Victor or fight together.
No matter what, there is no loss for Victor.
Digest the inside first. The steps are too big and some eggs are stuck.
“Appropriate compromise is the best way to transfer conflicts. If Popovich wants to come to power safely, then we will give him a big gift.”
Augustin Przeucir’s His eyes flashed.
The cunning fox began to trap the rabbit.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and the intelligence leader walked out. A soldier outside whispered something in his ear. He nodded, "I understand."
"General."
"Huh? Is there any new news?"
"A group of European royal families and government officials plan to meet in London to discuss in detail how to sanction us. Currently, 8 royal families are known to have confirmed Will participate."
Augustin Przeucir, "This news came from the KGB."
"The old remnant party of the times is planning to revive?!"
Victor squinted his eyes. He was very troubled by some domestic events and was in a bad mood. Now there is a group of people outside who are constantly criticizing him. He made mistakes in banning drugs. ?
Is it wrong to defend national interests yourself? !
“It’s like the United Nations formed by our enemies.”
“We are all trapped in a cage by the innate rules of this world. If you follow them, you will live, if you disobey them, you will die.”< br>
"They like to criticize us from the commanding heights just because they have had a few extra years of food!"
Victor dropped the cigarette in his hand on the ground, sat upright, and the shadow of half of the projector's face appeared on the ground. On the wall, "Who are they?"
"They like to gather? Then give them a real shock!"
"Then let London fall!"
…
February 28, 1991.
It started to rain lightly.
The commander of the frontline troops found Zolf Sherman and asked him if he wanted to continue the mission.
"It's raining? If it rains, won't we fight? Even if we use a knife, we still have to fight!"
"Yes, sir!"
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The adjutant next to him wanted to hold an umbrella for Zolf Sherman. He pushed it away and said, "I and the general fought in the north and south. I have never seen anything like this. It rains a little and I have to hold an umbrella. Mother." They were chirping, one of my soldiers was still wet in the rain, so I stood and watched them get on the plane."
The adjutant silently put away his umbrella.
Bang~
There was a crisp sound, as if something rolled to his feet.
He looked down and saw that it was a pocket watch.
I bent down to pick it up, and when I opened it, I saw a photo inside, a photo of a girl, smiling happily and gesturing with her fingers. "Very beautiful girl, what's your name, Second Lieutenant?" Zolf Sherman said to the somewhat bewildered Second Lieutenant in front of him.
“Engels.”
The other party is not very old, only about 20 years old. When I heard this, I felt a little silly.
“Girlfriend?”
"Yeah!"
"When you come back, I will help you say goodbye, and then I will officiate the wedding for you." Zolf Sherman said, helping him arrange the parachute on his body, and took a photo Patted him on the shoulder.
The second lieutenant was so excited when his leader patted him so hard that he saluted in surprise.
"They are all a group of young and energetic young people."
The transport plane slid slowly.
The second lieutenant who was sitting took out his pocket watch and looked at his girlfriend's smile above, a moment of tenderness flashed in his eyes.
“I will definitely come back with the most brilliant military medal to marry you!”
Zolf Sherman stood below and watched the plane soar into the sky!
Transport planes take off from several airports along the coast.
Take advantage of the night!
Head straight for your destination.
2:15 am!
When people are confused.
Ding dong~
A prompt sounded in the cabin, and everything was dyed red.
"Okay! Boys, below is San Benedicto Island. Check your equipment!" A major stood up and clapped his hands and shouted loudly.
“The generals and the people are watching us!”
“I am a warrior from the sky, and we will fight against the invasion on the territory that belongs to Mexico!”
The cabin door slowly opened.
"Victor bless you!" The captain's voice also sounded at this moment.
The wind is blowing hard outside!
There is only the moonlight reflected on the sea, but looking down from a height is almost dizzying for those with fear of heights and vertigo.
Not everyone can be an airborne soldier.
The Il-76 not far away has opened its rear hatch, and you can see tanks and armored vehicles beginning to airdrop!
"Down! Down! Down!" The major pushed a captain standing at the front. The latter took a deep breath, pulled up his tactical glasses, and jumped down!
Have you ever seen paratroopers at 2am?
At this time, a song "The Sound of Berlin" should play.
The sky full of umbrella flowers floats down in the dark night!
Compared with daytime skydiving, this kind of night skydiving has lower visibility and blocked line of sight, which increases the risk of misjudgment of terrain, landforms, etc.
But just like the motto of this unit, the Royal Mexican Airborne Cavalry, in the camp: Paratroopers! Enjoy the danger!
Nearly a thousand airborne troops challenge the limit!
Bang!
A T-72 tank was unlucky and a dozen paratroopers were blown by the wind and fell directly into the sea. Once the umbrella cloth was stained with water, it was so heavy that it killed them instantly. Pressed into the water.
But at night, it was difficult to find the people who landed. Even if they were discovered, there would be no time to save them.
The soldier who came down first bowed his feet, slid for a distance, took out his dagger, cut the rope, and put down the monocular night vision device on his helmet.
Tsk tsk...
Victor is really willing to "spend points". This set of airborne troops can hold up to three army soldiers.
As expected, the air force is rich, the navy is foreign, and the army is old-fashioned...
The soldiers who came down first jumped on the BMD-1 paratrooper tank and started fighting directly.
The Spanish Foreign Legion stationed on San Benedicto Island never expected that there would be guests at such a late night!
You don't sleep at night?
But they were not just ordinary people. When the alarm sounded suddenly, the soldiers who were sleeping in their clothes got up immediately, picked up the weapons on the bedside and ran out of the temporary cave.
If you have good eyesight and look under the moonlight, you can see a dense group of people rushing out like ants!
The tracks of the BMD-1 paratrooper tank are charging unscrupulously on the island. As a support weapon, its firepower is quite fierce. A 2A28 smoothbore cannon is fired at the front!
No matter what.
At night, it all depends on luck!
The machine guns on both sides of the front of the vehicle fired, suppressing the Spanish Foreign Legion, and the artillery hidden on the mountainside was covered with a covering. Following the officer's order, the artillery fired in unison!
Bomb the Mexicans in front of you!
But I haven’t been happy for a few minutes.
A high-explosive armor-piercing rocket crashed into the artillery position in a stupid manner, causing everyone inside to flip over...
The huge fireball exploded all the cannonballs, and the Spanish soldiers who were not hasty to dodge were torn into pieces.
A white man from the Spanish Foreign Legion was burned into a black man...
Not far away, two Mexican airborne troops dropped their RPG-29. This thing... was nicknamed in the West: "Vampire" ", specially used for fighting tanks.
NMD, they really brought all kinds of weapons.
Afraid of insufficient firepower.
They raised their guns and rushed towards another place.
Where the airborne troops land is of course random, and it is not a beach landing.
There are many people who are "lucky" and fall in the back of the mountain. Good guy, I gave them a knife from behind.
"Where is the enemy! Where is the enemy!" The commander of the Spanish Foreign Legion took off his clothes and ran into the temporary command post in a slightly embarrassed manner.
Spanish Foreign Legion soldiers are very fierce. There is no doubt that their combat effectiveness has been tested. Unlike the famous French "Foreign Legion", most of this army is Spanish, with only nearly 1 /4 of foreigners. While receiving generous treatment, these people also shouldered the most difficult and dangerous tasks. They charged at the front when attacking and covered at the back when retreating. Therefore, this legion developed an extremely cruel, fierce and brave spirit. combat style.
but!
The Spanish Foreign Legion mutinied.
They became Franco's tool to maintain his rule and began to rebel in Monaco, which became notorious.
Many people in China have heard this name.
It was like a simple village was so frightened that it peeed when it heard the name Bobo.
Later, after Carlos came to power, in order to prevent such "rebellion" from happening again, the cabinet tightly grasped the power and put in all kinds of monsters and monsters.
The combat effectiveness is naturally much lower than it was a few decades ago.
But I can still resist!
"The Mexicans are airborne!" the adjutant in the command post said solemnly, "The number is unknown, but it should be small. There are also armored vehicles, which are advancing faster."
"Set up flares, they If they like to hide, let's show them. I don't believe it. The Mexicans are all tigers with wings, and they can still fly over." The regiment commander swallowed.
After all, he graduated from a regular military academy, so he is not considered an idiot.
"Captain, I don't think the Mexicans can be that stupid. They may have other supporting forces."
"You mean at sea?"
Captain His expression condensed and his brows jumped, "Have you applied for a sea blockade to the warships patrolling the sea, and have you contacted the aircraft carrier formation?"
"No...no, I asked the country, and the country asked us to wait for news. , But...I always feel an ominous premonition," the adjutant said with a serious expression.
They were on an island, and there were few channels in the Pacific Ocean, so they couldn't receive much useful information at all. It was too easy to hide it from them.
If the soldiers on the Reviagigedo Islands knew about it, that would be fine!
Hearing the adjutant's words, the legion commander lifted it up in one breath. His breathing was a little hurried, he took out a spray from his pocket and started spraying it hard into his mouth. The adjutant helped him sit down.
"It's okay, I have asthma."
The adjutant didn't say anything. Doesn't he know whether he is asthmatic or not?
Just taking drugs!
I was so addicted just now.
That spray is the latest drug produced by the Medellin Company in Colombia, and the ingredient in it is ketamine.
Sir is taking drugs!
As the highest officer of the Spanish Foreign Legion, he turned out to be a drug addict.
Sigh...
This "unsinkable aircraft ship" and "sea kingdom" will have to wait at least a few hundred years if they want to restore their glory.
“Continue calling, you must know the exact location of the aircraft carrier.”
“Understood!”
On the back side of San Benedicto Island, four or five figures Running in the dark, they stumbled and fell directly into the sea not far away. It took a lot of effort to climb up.
I couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south, so I could only follow the sound of gunfire.
The leader was none other than Second Lieutenant Engels, whom Zolf Sherman had patted on the shoulder. He had the highest military rank.
“Wait!”
He was walking at the front with a gun in his hand. Suddenly, he stopped and signaled everyone to stop. He looked around vigilantly, watching the night vision of several people. The instrument can no longer be used and cannot be seen clearly at all.
Engels touched a big tree and walked around it, suddenly!
He felt a face appear in front of him. The two people were so close that he could feel their breathing.
Bang!
"Spanish!!!"
"Mexican bastard!!!"
Both sides didn't know who shouted in unison.
Engels felt that the muzzle of his gun was being pulled out hard, and then the other person hit him with a heavy hammer on his head, knocking him back a few steps, but he still subconsciously grabbed the other person's clothes and pulled him to the ground.
Completely ignoring the pain in the chest, the two people beat each other!
But the Spaniard was obviously stronger. He strangled Engels' neck with his backhand and clamped hard, trying to kill him.
The latter clenched his fist and hammered the opponent's ribs!
The severe pain made him let go of his hand.
Engels pounced on him, poking his fingers everywhere like a shrew in a fight, biting his teeth everywhere, and blood soaked into his nose with mud.
The two people were rolling, and one of them fell into a pit without paying attention. The fall made both of them dizzy. Engels felt that his whole body was falling apart, but he still endured the pain and touched a stone on the ground. Hit the opponent's head.
Bang!
Very crisp skull.
Kennedy certainly wasn’t so loud at the time.
"Ah!!" The other party was also furious, and the fear of death made him angry. He also hit Engels on the head with a stone, but he had a helmet...
In a few minutes, huge physical energy consumption Let both sides gasp.
As Engels ferociously raised his hand and smashed it hard!
After the other party's body stiffened, he fell heavily to the ground.
Engels also fell weakly beside Spain, panting heavily.
Whoosh~
Whoosh~
A few times!
The sky is illuminated very brightly.
Engels had a bruised nose and a swollen face. His face was covered with dirt and blood stains, and several of his teeth were missing.
"The sky... is so beautiful."
"Second Lieutenant! Second Lieutenant!" The Mexican soldiers also killed the others and shouted in panic while lying on top.
"Don't shout, I'm... not dead yet, take a rest, take a rest." Engels replied weakly.
Hearing his voice, the soldiers above breathed a sigh of relief.
It is quite reassuring to have an officer around.
Otherwise, the big-headed soldiers wouldn’t know where to run.
After resting for more than ten minutes, the strength was restored again, but the young man was a little exhausted.
"Second Lieutenant, there seems to be an enemy machine gun position ahead."
Engels wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "Let's go! Kill them!"
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(End of this chapter)