Chapter 349 Women are poison, you still want them after you eat them!

Chapter 349 Women are poison, you still want them after you eat them!

Of course Israeli women are circumcised!

This bad habit exists in 27 countries around the world.

Including YSL sect and primitive Christian sect.

What does this mean?

Jesus comes in three parts, brothers!

Paul Emil knew that this was not an ordinary thing and hurriedly reported the matter.

In a small villa in Morelia.

Casare's eyelids drooped and he was a little tired.

During the war, two BLU-82 bombs were dropped.

How troublesome it is to clean up.

After the war, the city must be disinfected immediately and the corpses burned, otherwise, you will get internal diseases.

If it spreads, it is impossible to guarantee that the entire army will be annihilated. A similar problem occurred on the front line in World War I.

The "famous anti-Japanese general" Mori Ogai during World War II also became famous because of beriberi.

Blowing it up is easy, but rebuilding it is more nerve-wracking.

I haven't closed my eyes for more than 2 days.

Jason Bourne brought him a midnight snack and looked at Casare, who had basically lost a lot of weight. "Take a rest."

"The boss asked me to take charge of Morelli. Ya, I have to do a good job, otherwise how can I live up to the boss’s high expectations?” Casa? Lei shook his head, his voice a little hoarse, "There is a lack of food and medicine in the city, and some people will definitely be restless. We must maintain local security and kill anyone who comes forward!"

Obviously Casare has also grown up. Quite a bit, there is a bit of majesty in saying these words.

Jason Bourne nodded gently.

Morelia has a population of nearly 300,000. One mistake and everything will be lost.

But fortunately, the follow-up troops are already on the way to support. As long as they wait for people to arrive, no matter what ghosts and monsters you are, you must believe in Victor.

Casare picked up the late night snack next to him and was about to take a few bites when he heard chaotic and cramped footsteps outside, and then saw Manstein trotting in, dressed in military uniform.

He put down the supper again.

"What's wrong? What happened?" asked slightly nervously.

"Some soldiers discovered Mossad in the slums, and a gun battle broke out. One person was killed and another was captured alive. There was also a nearby garrison map inside, and the configuration of the fourth battalion was also recorded in detail..."

"You are Say we have a traitor within our ranks?!" Jason Bourne said with a frown.

"Impossible!"

Before Manstein could speak, Casare waved his hand, "The fourth battalion has made outstanding achievements, fought in both the south and the north, and is extremely loyal to the general internally. There may be a traitor, don't say this nonsense, don't let the brothers feel cold."

Manstein's expression relaxed slightly.

Nothing happened when Rommel was here. If he came to power, there would be a traitor within. How shameless would he be if he revealed it?

Jason Bourne glanced at it and immediately understood, "That's Mossad's informants hiding in the city, and the rats digging tunnels are the best at hiding them."

"Pass my order, the military control of the whole city will be tightened, no one will be allowed to enter or exit the city..." Casare paused for a moment. He also had another sentence to gather the Jewish people, but think about it, doing so could easily lead to trouble.

The last person who did this committed suicide.

If we continue like this, the pressure of public opinion will completely crush Mexico to death.

After all, World War II was less than 50 years ago, and many people still witnessed the catastrophe with their own eyes.

Casare has Victor’s back, but he is not willing to shit in his mouth.

There are approximately 70,000 Jewish people in Mexico, but... these people are all wealthy owners and have great influence in many places, even within the government system.

The relationship with drug dealers and local gangs is also unclear.

Casare still remembers clearly that when his family was originally in Baja California, a local Judah congressman ran for mayor. There were more than 20 people in total, and he was the only one who died in the end.

He didn't go into the details of the problem here, but it wasn't fishy. How could it be possible?

“Morella is the capital of Michoacán. There must be no chaos. The whole city is offering a reward. Anyone who finds a suspected person can report it to the soldiers on the spot. The maximum reward is 20,000 US dollars!”

"Also, the living spy must also be interrogated!"

The power of the people must be mobilized.

Let the spies have nowhere to hide.

Manstein nodded and smiled ferociously, "I'm going to interrogate that bastard right now, and I'll make sure his life is worse than death!"

"The bigger the territory, the more complicated the things, the more chaotic the personnel. Busy." Casare sighed, rubbed his face vigorously, and then cheered up again, "So we have to help the boss share the burden. A happy life is hard to come by. If anyone dares to mess around, let them die!"

What he said was somewhat murderous.

People who have never been to Mexico really don’t know the living conditions of local civilians. Many travel bloggers say that Mexico is so good, with good scenery, good food, and polite people, but what the hell is this like that? What does it matter to the people?

Mexico’s crime rate score is 7.57, making it the country with the third highest crime rate in the world. The first place is Myanmar with 8.15, followed by Colombia with 7.75!

It is also one of the countries with the highest number of homicides.

Even the death toll from 1987 to 1990 even exceeded the number of people killed in the Afghan war. These were all homicides.

What is Victor doing?

Rebuilding the Olmec civilization!

A hundred years later, he will be honored as: Father of the Nation!

Casare's requirements are not high. After his death, others can give a thumbs up to his sculpture and say something brave.

So, whoever dares to drag Mexico into the abyss again is TMD’s own enemy!

The United States? Israel? What the hell is Haiti...

Punch him to death!

Someone has to do this kind of groundbreaking work, why can't it be the boss!

…

“I want to see the general, I want to see the governor!”

In a large square in Tijuana.

Customs Commissioner Edison Michael Flores' limbs were tied with rope and the other end was tied to a Humvee.

Below are the government officials who were called to watch the execution.

Goebbels took the indictment and accused him of the crime.

"Corruption of more than 120 kilograms of gold, 6 million U.S. dollars, 800,000 Hong Kong dollars, and 1.2 million pounds sterling, and provided smuggling channels for drug dealers. The crime is so heinous that it was tried by the court and sentenced to death!"

"Execution! ”

Edison Michael Flores yelled, "Victor, I hate it! You have to die, Victor!!!"

Boom, boom, step on the accelerator, that deafening The voice immediately covered its roar, and finally pulled it towards the surroundings.

Tsk, tsk, tsk...

Shang Yang had to say, "It's a joke" when he saw it.

The blood spattered onto the agency staff at the front, and a woman fainted on the spot.

Everyone else was trembling.

"You must know our bottom line. Those who collude with drug dealers will die!" Goebbels shouted.

"Dismissed!"

The people below were taken away by their respective persons in charge.

Goebbels looked at them with a sneer. These carnivores always think they can do anything. Let you understand that the general dares to kill anyone.

He turned his head and looked at the corpse, full of disgust.

"Pack it away and feed it to the dog."

He had to feed the dogs even after he died, which shows that Victor also hated Flores very much and did not want to give him the last bit of dignity.

At this time, Emperor Wei.

Didn’t go to the ceremony.

He hasn't been in a good mood lately, he just feels thrilling.

A small drag racing incident actually led to a smuggling case that shocked the country. A total of 231 people were arrested, 78 of whom were sentenced to death, and the rest should all go to labor camps. The General Administration of Customs and border inspection stations are the focus.

Victor planned to directly manage these two places by the military, and the Marine Mayor stationed there would also serve as the Director of Border Inspection.

Some people within the military were also brought in. It was said that many low-level officers and soldiers received dividends, and Kennedy, the number one figure in the military, was so angry that he became angry.

These people are also directly tried and sent to prison according to their guilt.

Victor also saw that Latin Americans have a "talent" for crime in their bones, and they must be strictly managed even after joining the army, so he established the Military Management Office and transferred Marcus Phoenix, who was originally from the Anti-Narcotics and Anti-Terrorism Team, to serve. Director.

The Internal Affairs Bureau established the Internal Affairs Investigation Division, also known as the Economic Crimes Division, to keep an eye on those bureaucrats and put a tightrope on them!

Victor has to tell everyone that merit is merit and demerit is demerit. We are regular troops, not some old-era warlords!

If you make a mistake, you have to be beaten.

As for some people thinking so?

You are dishonest and dishonest, I will make you decent!

It is clearly felt that everything is clear from top to bottom.

He put down the pen and pinched the bridge of his nose. He felt a little sore. It was not that easy to talk to others. When he opened his eyes, he saw that every day he was eating something that was chewed by horses. He was too busy to touch his feet. land.

"General, there is news from Brazil." George Smiley, who is currently taking over the work of the intelligence department, trotted in.

“They will send personnel to discuss operations against transnational drug trafficking organizations. Vice President Pedro will lead the team, and the accompanying personnel will include spokespersons from the Brazilian BOPE Special Police Force and other anti-drug forces.”

"What about other countries?" Victor asked with a smile on his face.

"Colombia did not reply, Cuba and Venezuela agreed to participate, while Chile, Argentina, Guatemala, Nicaragua, and Costa Rica all made it clear that they would not participate."

Victor is an idealist full of Latin American colors, and many people call him a left-winger , in this land occupied by drugs, hegemony and injustice, he still has the courage to fight.

But he also knew that a gang of three heroes would easily die suddenly if they fought alone.

He plans to hold the "First World Anti-Drug Conference" in Tijuana to discuss the problem of drug epidemic with everyone.

So he asked people to find some countries that were severely persecuted by drugs, and contacted many countries in Latin America. However, it seemed that they were still afraid of the power of the United States.

"There are also people in the East asking us..." George Smiley said.

Victor hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "We are too close to the United States. Don't provoke them in this kind of thing."

"It's okay. Although there are only a few of us countries now, justice It must belong to us, and the team will get bigger and bigger in the future. The time is set for May 1st. There is still one month of preparation time. We must ensure that the conference goes smoothly. Those drug dealers will definitely make some noise. Tell them who is the real talker in Mexico."

George Smiley nodded vigorously.

He also knows that this anti-drug conference is an important way for the northern government to spread its influence. If the conference is disrupted by drug dealers, it will rub Victor's head on the ground.

I'm going to lose all my face.

There must be many people waiting to see the fun.

But we can’t let those people get what they want.

"You are solely responsible for this matter. I believe you will not let me down."

George Smiley looked excited, "Loyal!"

Victor told him twice more, then changed the topic and asked about the "London Drug Dealers Gathering".

"Hydra has already infiltrated, I guarantee to give them a little physical shock!" George Smiley's tone was also ruthless, and his eyes flashed with determination.

Victor brought over Camel cigarettes and handed one to the other party. George Smiley hesitated for a moment before taking it with both hands.

The former helped him light the fire and said, "This is none of our business. Let people write a condemnation article. After the incident happens, we will also issue a condemnation."

Jiutou What does what the snake did have to do with me, Victor?

As for whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

Victor exhaled and looked into the distance through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if he had seen a good show.

…

London, UK.

The streets were decorated with lights and banners.

Although the government does not support the so-called "holding of the conference", it does not object. After all, it is the royal family and it still has to give face.

However, when she saw the participants, the sick Iron Lady was also angry and said to the reporters, "What are these? Drug dealers? Underworld? This is a clown's game!"< br>
In an Italian restaurant.

Play music softly.

But there were many men in black suits sitting in the restaurant, their eyes constantly looking around with vigilance, and there were two men sitting in the corner, like a father and son.

"I've told you many times, don't make a sound while eating." Francesco Petrarch, an older man, frowned and looked at his son in front of him.

This man with the same name as the father of the Renaissance is not a simple man.

The talker of the "Camorra" in Naples, the leader of the Italian Mafia, few people may know about this gang, let's put it this way...

Scampia, its headquarters It is the largest market for contraband sales in the world, bar none!

The depth of toxic fertilizer landfill pits controlled by gangs is close to 15,000 meters, and Mount Everest is only 8,840 meters high. The local cancer rate has increased by 20%. Therefore, Camorra is also the " "Beloved" "subordinate".

But if you just make black gold, it will certainly not be taken seriously by others, and a chamber pot can only be a chamber pot.

Led by Newstalker Francesco Petrarch, they began to contact the government. When he first came to power, he defied all odds and used Camorra's funds to sponsor the Twin Towers in New York. Establishment!

Several important projects including Italy have their funds.

Now it’s not so much a gangster as it is... committing a crime on orders!

It will also help the Italian government crack down on other gangs.

Hearing his words, his son laughed and didn't dare to say anything more. His father would really beat him. He had never been rebellious since he was a child.

He could only turn the topic to the Iron Lady, "That woman has quit, and she still talks so much nonsense!"

Francesco Petrarch had no expression on his face, "Every time Everyone can express their opinions, we can't let them shut up, we have to learn to listen, of course, you can treat her as fart."

If this was in Naples, he wouldn't say that, after all, it's not him. 's territory.

“Calm down during this period and don’t make trouble for me.”

"I know, I know." The son nodded hurriedly, looking outside, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by the blonde girl who walked by.

Mainly…

X00X Big!

That’s really big.

At least 36E!

And she is the wife he likes.

The other person was wearing very cool clothes. When he passed by the restaurant, he glanced inside and happened to touch each other. The girl smiled at him.

Immediately the young man's soul was hooked.

I couldn't hold my butt anymore and wanted to strike up a conversation, but...

He glanced at the father in front of him and shrank his head.

But I don’t know if God was helping him. At this moment, the younger brother came over with the phone and handed it to Francesco Petrarch. The other party picked up the phone and said a few words before getting up.

"I have a meeting tonight, yourself..."

"I can take care of myself." He said hurriedly.

“Don’t get me into trouble!” Francesco Petrarch repeatedly ordered and left with the others, but still left bodyguards for his son.

There are too many enemies in Camorra, so there is no guarantee that something will happen.

After the other party left, Jada Petrarch couldn't wait to run out. Looking at the girl in the distance, the lustful one leaned over.

Young man, is X so fun?

Poisonous!

……

(End of this chapter)