Chapter 373 "Ink Traitor"
Mexico City.
Popovich rarely attends an event.
Welcome the investor delegation from the United States.
But his expression was very stiff...
His younger brother, Aldous Wendell, stood next to him with his head lowered, a little at a loss. There was still a hint of a slap on his face. He kept looking at his eldest brother from the corner of his eye and did not dare to breathe loudly.
This guy has signed contracts with more than a dozen companies directly in Washington, USA. For example, the Federal Reserve enjoys the exclusive agency rights for Mexican currency, and the railways, subways and airports in the central part of the country have all been mortgaged to the famous American JR Morgan Company!
It’s not called JPMorgan Chase yet, and it hasn’t merged yet.
Centex acquired a large piece of land from Mexico City to the next door town "Isparta", spending a total of... 2.2 million US dollars! ! !
About 70 square kilometers of land!
One square kilometer costs about 3 US dollars.
It can’t even be said to be the price of cabbage, it is simply a gift.
No matter how cheap it is, it won’t be like this.
And this is near Mexico City!
This real estate company will build a "Mexican American Community" here, which will introduce the HOA system, which is mainly used to develop residential areas for whites only.
Yes, that word you are familiar with: apartheid!
In this new white community, Americans have independent police stations, independent tax collection systems, and even independent military!
No normal person would agree to this kind of thing.
This completely reduces Mexico to a semi-colony...
It's like a piece of dog skin growing on your butt, you can't even wipe it off.
No Mexican judicial agency can open a case against Americans, and Mexicans cannot enter this area without a special invitation.
My brother Aldous Wendell totally agreed to this condition!
Popovich has already thought of...
When Victor goes south and rewrites history, he will definitely be given the label of "Ink Traitor".
It’s strange that he’s not angry. If this wasn’t his biological brother, he would have killed him right now.
But the contract says it's not easy if you want to cheat.
The Americans are smiling now, but if you make them unhappy, they can't deal with Victor, can't they deal with you Popovich?
"Play the national anthem! Raise the flag!"
Everyone in the square stood up, and the American representative also stood solemnly, with smiles on his face.
With the passionate music, the melody of "Mexicans, Answer the Call to War" resounded in the crowd. The background of this song is the Mexican-American War.
Mexico is facing the reality of ceding most of its territory, and domestic nationalism is rising. President Antonio López de Santa Anna has announced a national competition to collect lyrics for a new national anthem. The poet Francisco González Bocanegra wrote the lyrics and Jaime Nuno Rocca composed the music to express the people's indignation!
But in this scene...
The song of the martyrs sounded, which is simply shameless! !
Some of the senior officials of the Institutional Party felt ashamed. They lowered their heads and placed their right hand, palm down, on the left side of their chest. Tears actually oozed out.
Not everyone is a traitor.
Americans...
Once again stood in Mexico City and declared "victory"!
Bounce~!
There was a sudden crisp sound, followed by an exclamation. The distracted Popovich raised his head in panic, and felt a gust of wind blowing, and then knocked over the flagpole!
Broken in the middle!
"It's broken! It's broken. Get out of the way!!"
"Ah!! Run!!!"
The dozens of kilograms of the flagpole smashed down, knocking out the two people below. The onlookers who had time to run far away were smashed to pieces with their flesh and blood flying everywhere. It was not an exaggeration at all, and their heads were exploded.
"Help...Help!!" A woman knelt on the ground, covering the head of a young injured person with trembling hands, crying loudly.
Popovich's mind went blank for a moment. He shuddered and came back to his senses, "Quick! Save people!"
He plopped down in his chair.
The right eyelid is vibrating like an engine.
This doesn't seem like a good sign.
I always feel very uneasy inside.
The "meeting" in the square ended with a funny scene. Popovich couldn't refuse the Yankee.
Shake hands with Lisa Hallman, the Democratic member leading the delegation, Diane Rodham’s best friend, and a member of the presidential campaign.
The woman looked at Popovich with a fake smile, "Don't worry, with the intervention and help of the US military, Victor will at least not bomb Mexico City with great fanfare."
Looking at the other party's hypocritical smile, Popovich actually felt like vomiting!
He even felt that if Victor knew that there was an "American Concession" here, he might be even more dissatisfied!
It is also possible to throw some bombs here!
"I hope so."
"I still have something to do. I'll ask my brother to entertain you."
Lisa Harman smiled and nodded politely towards the other party. , watching Popovich leave, but after this guy stepped down the steps, he missed his foot and performed a grounder from the third to last step.
When the people around him helped him up, there was no bleeding, but there was a big bump on his head. The pain was something else, and shame and anger were the first.
"Doctor! Call the doctor quickly..." the bodyguard shouted from the side.
"What are you calling doctor! Let's go!"
Popovich scolded the security guard, covered his head and ran away. Isn't that shameless?
Like a defeated dog.
“It’s really a mess.” Lisa Harman sighed with emotion.
“If everyone is like Victor, how can we make money.” The vice president of JR Morgan on the side said with a smile.
When a woman smiles, she looks charming.
Also, how could these bastards understand Victor's ambition to liberate the entire America?
Some scholars in Latin America call him the "modern Simon Bolivar" and believe that he is the "savior" who can free Latin America from the scourge of drugs.
“I can’t wait to know what happens when he hears the news that we have established a concession here. If he dares to send out planes, the US Air Force will come to intercept them as soon as possible. This is a provocation. !" Lisa Halman squinted her eyes and her chest trembled when she laughed.
It would be better if we could start a war!
The dignity that George W. Bush left behind must be picked up by the Democratic Party!
“Let’s go, let’s have a drink?”
Vice President of JR Morgan: “It’s an honor!”
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Yanks in Mexico City The work was quickly presented on Victor's desk, including the entire content of the discussion.
"Traitor! Damn! He is simply a traitor!"
Even Victor, who had long known the shameless face of Mexican politicians, was so angry that he smashed the ashtray on the ground, and Casare frowned next to him. After shaking it, I saw no other gaps, so I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Let someone blow them up!”
Casare picked up the ashtray on the ground and wiped it with his clothes, “Boss, calm down, there is no need to argue with the Americans. Anger, if you ask me, if the Americans want to build a concession area, then wait for him to build it. When he builds it, it will be ours."
"Isn't Popovich a traitor? Anyone who is patriotic will not be able to bear the exposure of this contract. Our justice lies with us. Not all the puppet government in the central region are drug dealers. There are also patriotic people. We can think of inciting them to rebel." Victor picked up the one on the table. He took a sip of mineral water and his emotions calmed down slightly.
“When things get more and more serious, we will declare those two as puppet governments and change the name of the United Mexican States to the First Republic. This will definitely attract the hearts of the people.”
Victor His expression softened and he looked at him, "You are right. It seems that you have made great progress recently."
"It's all taught by the boss. I can always learn a lot by following you." Share your abilities, otherwise, wouldn’t it be embarrassing for you to go out?”
“Let’s go outside to get some air.”
Casare hurriedly responded, opened a door in the house, and saw a small green garden outside, about 400 square meters, with Victor's favorite cactus planted.
He believes that this plant is very resilient and can survive in places like the desert where birds don’t poop.
People should be like this too.
How can a man lament day and night while he is alive?
Sigh, sigh, your fortune will be gone.
"Our army is attacking too fast. Four states have fallen into our hands this year alone. If everything goes well in the second half of the year, Nuevo León and Zacateras will also be liberated. Our grassroots cadres are completely insufficient, and local There are still many drug traffickers who are fighting guerrillas in the deep mountains and forests. The social order has also collapsed. The soldiers also need to rest and recuperate. They are too tired. We need to slow down. "Casare is now the vice president, but he is fully responsible for the overall situation. Civil affairs facilities.
He visited several places, such as Juarez, the capital of Chihuahua state. The ruins have not been completely cleared yet, and there are still many bodies buried underneath.
If the weather gets hot in summer, my dear, it would be strange if diseases don’t occur.
The medical team and rescue team were specially mobilized from Tijuana, and they had to distribute supplies to the civilians and restore social order. It was really a mess.
And a place like Juarez that’s been beaten to pieces…
Four states have more than 40 cities...
Many cities may be about to withdraw from the stage of history.
“We don’t have enough food at all…”
Victor stretched out his hand, and Casare immediately shut his mouth. He stood beside the balcony garden, holding the railing with both hands, standing here, Overlooking half of Tijuana.
“I recognized an Eastern teacher, and he told me a truth. Now is a great opportunity for the enemy to decline and for us to prosper. We must pursue the remaining enemies and liberate all of Mexico. We must not learn from the separatist forces on the south coast and establish separatist forces. We are short-sighted, we will spend thirty years, ten years to conquer Mexico, ten years to build Mexico, and ten years to make Mexico glorious!”
"How many militiamen do we have?"
Casare counted on his fingers, "approximately close to 60,000 people."
"To mobilize the power of the people, we can start from a stable The state recruits militiamen from villages and towns as reserves and lets them go to newly liberated areas to maintain stability and eliminate the remaining forces of drug traffickers."
"If there are not enough officials, then promote those who do well, who says 20. You can’t be mayor or governor at the age of 30? As long as he has outstanding ability, I will allow him to be president at 30 years old! The ruins and corpses…”
Victor pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Casare, "Our soldiers belong to Mexico and the Mexican people. Disaster relief is also our responsibility. We must care for the people as our own parents. No organization or individual is allowed to undermine military-civilian issues. We also require mayors and officials in charge of civil affairs to be on the front line. We come from the people and we serve the people.”
In fact, European and American troops will also participate in disaster relief, but to a very limited extent.
< br>Most of them are responsible for transportation, assisting in identification of the deceased, and processing of remains; handling epidemic-related animals;
maintaining the safety of key areas, facilities, and materials;
providing food for the public health medical system , water, garbage and wastewater treatment and other materials and logistical support.
They also have specialized rescue teams, but these people are few and slow for the entire disaster area.
Mexico is also an earthquake-prone area...
"Just go ahead and do it without any pressure or baggage. If anyone has anything to say, just ask them to come to me. I asked him to eat the ashtray," Victor said seriously, patting Casare on the shoulder.
Ka Fatty’s heart is warm.
“Have a meal with me tonight. We brothers haven’t had a meal together for a long time.”
"Okay! I also have a bottle of good wine hidden in my office. I'll get it. Have some tonight?"
"Drink some." Victor smiled and nodded.
"Okay, I'll get it right now, and let the canteen prepare something."
After watching him leave, Victor turned back and looked into the distance, standing quietly.
A gust of wind blew.
The man was motionless.
11 states carry nearly 60 million people on their shoulders. Do you think anyone can carry it?
Victor cannot fall!
……
Night.
Light rain!
Some fog.
According to the assessment, it is not suitable for flying.
However, Major General Zolf Sherman, the head of the Air Force, ordered the bombing plan to proceed.
The three large military airports are all busy. Ground crews are busy loading bombs, clearing the runways, and starting to drive away birds.
"Durango Airport is ready!"
"Chihuahua Airport is ready!"
"Sinaloa Airport is ready!"
In the command post, Zolf Sherman moistened his throat when he heard the news from various airports, and the blood in his chest was boiling.
If nothing else happens...
He deserves to be in the history of modern military warfare!
If you lose, you have to go to the war court.
Afraid of him!
"The code-named Curtis LeMay BBQ Plan is launched on the 1st!" He issued the order and conveyed it to various airports.
Standing by the window, I saw an F14 running up to the airport with its lights flashing and starting to taxi. This aircraft is very important. It is responsible for being the lead aircraft. It mainly reminds the rear fleet that if they encounter If the plane blocks it, it will rush out first.
Also, provide coordinates to the bombers behind.
After arriving at the destination, the flare will be dropped, and the place where it is dropped is the place where the bombing will be.
Six British Vickers "Warrior" bombers took off in an orderly manner!
It took five minutes after the flight from the Durango airport for planes from other states to catch up.
By the foggy weather.
Night attack on Zacatecas! !
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(End of this chapter)