Chapter 341 I am Victor! Never talk to drug dealers, bullets are my attitude! !
"Who are you!" Stanfield Turner said in a low voice.
The other person smiled and said, "Enthusiasm for the masses."
Hot mom!
"I have evidence of your son's crimes, including forging the signatures of state personnel and using your influence to blackmail companies... Oh, you don't know this, right? He asked a milk company in the suburbs of Washington to extort 16 Ten thousand dollars, and...raped his boss’s daughter”
The CIA director's hands were trembling, his face was ugly, but his mouth was still very tough, "You are talking nonsense! You need to know what you are doing, you are threatening a CIA director, I swear, I can find you!"
< br>The other party was not panic at all, "Then do you want to watch the video?"
"I have never seen such a child. Some people's children are children, and some people's children are devils! Haha, You know what? I want to cut off his private parts, then put ointment on him and throw him into the sheep pen.”
Stanfield Turner’s eyes were terrifying.
"Haha, but don't worry, he has a good father. You are more useful than him. He will be fine for the time being, but in the future... you can't say for sure!"
"Who are you! What do you want to do!"
"Do you think it's convenient to talk on the phone? See you at the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts at six o'clock today. See you there or not."
< br>After the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.
Stanfield Turner squeezed the microphone so hard that he could hear a crunching sound. His expression was gloomy. He took a deep breath and looked at the time on the wall. It read 4:35. It takes at least more than an hour to get to the art center.
He stood up hurriedly, and when he walked out of the door, he turned back, changed his clothes, and then left.
Driving my slightly low-key little Volvo, I headed to the Art Center.
Who was he thinking about along the way?
Mexican News Agency?
It is said that this is a very mysterious intelligence agency under Victor, and they have very little information, but as the director of the CIA, Stanfield Turner knows some unknown secrets, such as giving him a shot Bahash Johnson is one of them.
CIA6?
Mossad?
Or...KGB?
He frowned nervously, and when he arrived at the art center, he realized that there were many people. It turned out that today was a student art performance, and many people participated.
As soon as he parked the car, he saw a clown approaching, giving out an uncomfortable smile, "Sir, do you want to watch the show?"
"No."
"Are you sure you don't want to watch it? Director Turner." The clown said suddenly.
Stanfield Turner looked at him suddenly, and the clown smiled politely at him, with the corners of his mouth turning up, looking a bit scary.
After handing him the ticket, the clown took the balloon and left in a flash.
Looking at the performance ticket in hand, "Dark Hydra"?
Marvel adaptation?
He didn't have the impulse to hold down the clown. He felt that the other party was just a tool, and a bigger net was coming towards him.
Stanfield Turner walked into the ticket gate with the ticket and stood in line at the back. When it was his turn, the ticket inspector paused and changed the seat number with a pen in front of him. .
"Sorry sir, your position has changed."
"Thank you."
The CIA director's heart sank even more, he took a deep breath and walked in. The performance had already started, and I went to the second floor according to the designated seats. The area was very empty, but there was already a man sitting there.
Wearing a brown suit, he looked at the stage quietly. When he heard the movement, he turned his head and said with a smile, "Director Turner, welcome, please take a seat."
Stanfield Turner hesitated Next, still sitting next to him, frowning, "Who on earth are you! What are you going to do? You called me out. You must want to get something from me, but I tell you, it's impossible! I'm an American official. , I will not accept any threats. You must understand what I represent. No matter how deep you hide, you will be dug out and beaten to death. You must know that the military capabilities of the United States are beyond your imagination!"
“Are you guilty?”
The CIA director was immediately stuck.
“Psychologically speaking, people who keep talking are actually hiding their inner panic.”
"What does the United States care about you? Just understand that if we make the video and criminal evidence public, you will no longer be the director of the CIA. Your son will even go to jail. You will lose more. You... want Are you going to leave politics completely in this life?”
Stanfield Turner’s hands clenched instantly.
"Besides, you only have one son. We have a lot of bullets. You don't want your son to be beaten to death on the street."
It is too difficult to kill someone in the United States. It’s easy!
Just find a local homeless black man, give him some money, and he can show you how to kill someone in public.
His son is not an important person. ‘
Can the CIA be dispatched to keep an eye on it every day?
"Do you really want to kill me? That's okay. It's very simple. Just blow my head off with a gun." The man said with a smile, "Just like you once shot yourself. The same as my ex-wife!”
! ! ! !
Stanfield Turner's pupils suddenly shrank.
His lips were trembling.
How does the other party know!
He was once married, and his wife was the daughter of a farmer, which allowed him to receive funding to enjoy higher education, but it was at school that he met his current wife.
The daughter of a senator.
The other party liked him very much, and he also concealed the news of his marriage, but he knew that this matter could not be exposed. If he wanted to climb up, he had to find a backer.
So, on a thunderstorm night, his wife was killed on her way home from get off work.
He did it himself and returned to school that night.
7 shots fired!
He still remembers his wife's surprise when she saw him, and her disbelief when she finally fired.
At that time...
In 1958, there were no cameras, so it was very difficult to find the murderer.
From then on, he tied the senator's thigh and rose to prominence!
But only he knows about this. Why does the other party know about it?
The man turned his head and looked at Stanfield Turner's horrified look, "If you don't want others to know, you have to do nothing yourself."
"We know even more than you do. "More, Mr. Director"
From you, to you, to Mr. Director, the titles become more and more casual.
"Maybe you are more curious about who I am now. Let me introduce myself, Reinhard, affiliated with...HYDRA!"
"Are you interested in helping us? ”
Hydra? Marvel! ! !
Stanfield Turner shook his head inwardly. He had never heard of the name of this organization, but what does this name mean?
Do you call yourself a villain? !
On the stage below, the performance is over, and the actors are thanking them and bowing to the audience.
Director Stanfield Turner had a bitter taste in his mouth.
“Of course, it’s all voluntary.”
Reinhard Tristan Eugen turned to look at him and said with a smile.
The brilliance of democracy is revealed in the eyes!
…
At the Olympiastadion in Berlin.
A match is being played.
A friendly match between Hertha Berlin and Bochum.
Because this was the first appearance after the merger of Germany, a lot of people came, more than 20,000 people.
The whole stadium was packed.
In the back seat of the neutral fans, two men were watching, looking just like ordinary fans.
But one of them was Augustin Przeucir who flew over.
The other person was a representative of certain people in the Soviet Union. The two met here, but the head of the German KGB did not come, which was too conspicuous.
"We do not object to the KGB making extra money, because our country is being sabotaged by certain people!" Bogadyrev said solemnly.
This man looks close to 40 years old, with deep crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.
"We also admire you very much for saying no to American hegemony. This is a just act."
Augustin Przeucir almost laughed out loud, and his face was paralyzed. Hegemony?
The Cold War was not caused by the two of you, just like the Yankees can achieve hegemony by themselves.
Weren't you the one who fought the war in Afghanistan?
Finally ran away in despair, crowning Afghanistan: the tomb of the empire.
“We can give you more help.”
“What do you want us to do.”
Pogadyrev looked at him and became quiet for a moment. "I hope you will help us eradicate our cancer."
Augustin Przeuchir's brows trembled, "We only ban drugs and do not participate in other matters." "I know your concerns, and we are also willing to give a certain amount of goodwill. The Izhevsk Arsenal has 700 employees. We can They'll pass it on to you."
The intelligence leader turned his head when he heard this. The other party's behavior was quite serious.
The Izhevsk Arsenal is the "cradle of gun kings". AK47 is produced here, including Bison submachine guns, SVD sniper rifles, etc.
They are all heavily written in the history of world firearms, but...
Now it can no longer survive and is bankrupt.
I owe 800,000 rubles in foreign debt. I can’t bear it anymore and my wages can’t be paid, so I might as well just throw it out.
Augustin Przeucir understood the general's desire for talents to complete the project, but when he thought about the instructions when he came, he pondered for a moment and still had to adopt the procrastination strategy.
"I have to report it to Tijuana."
Pogadyrev was obviously not very satisfied with this answer. He continued unwillingly, "As long as you give us help, we will wait. After we eliminate the cancer, we will be our best and closest partners, and we can give you the greatest support.”
"We can even send troops to help you fight the United States!"
It's all bullshit!
I am not strong enough and I rely on others. In the end, I just speak based on others’ faces.
If the soldiers really come, it will be the bottom line to really provoke the Yankees. Just put some missiles in Cuba, let alone Mexico next door?
What a joke.
Everyone in Mexico knows the gap with the United States. If you Soviets send troops over, the United States will really drop bombs. I don’t say for sure, but there is an 85% chance.
Victor is crazy, but not a fool.
You still know what the bottom line is.
"I will convey this to the general."
Seeing that the other party was unable to make progress, Bogadyrev felt unhappy, but he could only agree.
"Can I ask a question?"
"Please tell me."
"How do you plan to eradicate the cancer?"
Bogadyrev was startled and hesitated. Then, thinking that the other party was interested, he lowered his voice and said his name. When Augustin Przeucir heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Yo!
This is a plan to rebel!
“I can’t tell you the specific plan now, but please believe us, we will definitely succeed.”
Augustin Przeucir nodded perfunctorily.
Roar!
All the nearby fans raised their hands and cheered because the ball was scored.
He stood up and applauded, stretched out his hand to Bogadyrev beside him and said, "That's it for this meeting. I will convey the news back to Tijuana."
"Hopefully soon!"
< br>"Of course!"
After leaving his seat, Augustin Przeucir walked towards the outside, leaned against a man next to the pillar, glanced at him, but quickly looked away. Come back.
But the long-term work made him alert at once!
As I walked down the steps of the stadium, I saw two men in black walking over from the other side of the road, approaching with unkind expressions.
Fuck!
Augustin Przeucir ran away, his legs were long and he could run fast!
The two men in black rushed over directly.
The three people ran wildly on the street. The pedestrians on the road thought what happened and looked at them in surprise.
The Mexican intelligence chief ran towards the road, and the red light just turned green. Vehicles were coming in droves. He was almost hit by the traffic, and the driver rolled down the window and cursed loudly.
Augustin Przeucir just gave a middle finger.
The two men in black chased after them, but as soon as they reached the middle of the road, they saw a taxi crashing directly towards them. It didn't even brake, and they were killed in one fell swoop. He was knocked into the air, then pressed over forcefully, and ran away.
The brain matter was squeezed out.
At this moment, a motorcycle stopped next to Augustin Przeucir, "Director, get in the car!"
He straddled his long legs and with a whoosh, the motorcycle rushed out.
Of course it is impossible to come alone. There are many younger brothers around, pretending to be various people.
And the intelligence service also has branches in Germany.
The motorcycle shuttled through the traffic. When he rode to an underground parking lot, he changed into a Mercedes-Benz and took him to a farmhouse in Berlin.
As soon as he got off the car, Augustin Przeucir frowned and hurried into the house, "Check, who are the identities of those people just now? We are being targeted."
He is very careful about everything, who will stare at him?
Did the KGB betray him?
Unlikely!
The Soviet Union now dislikes him all over the world.
It seems that the intelligence agencies of other countries in the world cannot be underestimated.
The news soon came back.
“Mossad???”
What are those people doing?
I didn’t do anything!
Are you helping the United States?
"Where are those people from the Soviet Union?" he asked, frowning.
“There was no conflict, and I didn’t go looking for them. I think they just came for us.” said the subordinate.
"We must find out why. I don't believe they will be idle."
Augustin Przeucir smoked a cigarette and became even more upset.
Fuck!
There are more and more bad things happening.
"Director, should we call someone?" the subordinate said in a low voice, "I think the German intelligence agency must also have joined. Otherwise, Mossad would not be able to find us. Since they want to do it, then Let’s make a big one.”
The subordinates were also cruel, “Just kill the Mossad people!”
Augustin Przeuchir’s eyes flashed and he looked. He nodded and said, "You make the arrangements."
"Don't worry! Director, I'll turn those bastards into dead soap!"
After coming out, he called other Mexican branches in Europe and asked them to send elite troops to Berlin, Germany.
A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops come to meet you!
……
Tijuana. Governor’s Palace.
In the private office at this time.
Victor is receiving a "special envoy" from the United States.
Donald Rumsfeld’s son and Berthalea’s father—Neck Rumsfeld!
Current White House Assistant.
"You mean, you want to sign peace terms?" Victor looked at the other party with a half-smile.
“Then do you support our anti-drug campaign?”
Necker said tactfully, "We are not opposed to Mexico's anti-drug war."
"Mr. Governor."
"Just call me Victor, I am in love with your daughter, sir. "
Nek's face froze, and he almost broke his defense. He took a deep breath, "Of course that is better, Victor, as a As a veteran, and as an... elder, I want to tell you that many things in this world are not what people want. Sometimes if you turn a blind eye appropriately, you will get more. Compromise is also A science.”
“Don’t chase it so hard, relax a little. Drugs are also the cornerstone of politics.”
Victor still had a smile on his face, "You know what, Mr. Necker."
"What?"
"You are the only person who has allowed me to compromise on drug control and still be completely healthy in front of me. The person who retreated, the last one, I have cut him into small pieces."
Neke's face suddenly froze.
"Those who sell drugs and take drugs are asking for their own blessings. I, Victor, will not let them sell them. Even if they are cockroaches! They must learn to eat shit like dung beetles!!"
"This is the first and last time. If you say it next time, I will fuck you, Mr. Necker!"
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(End of Chapter)