Chapter 376: Baga on the left, Xiba on the right, and a big tortoise in the middle!
That reporter is obviously a brat!
Hearing such slander from Goebbels, I was very angry, "We Japan is an independent country!"
"Then why does your emperor call MacArthur daddy? I think his son, It's definitely the seed of a Yankee. Go back and ask your emperor's wife how many times she was shot by MacArthur, and whether she spread the seeds."
Goebbels was not polite at all, but it was true. , Japan is too close to the United States.
Jun Bu Wen, there are two dogs, Yingjiang, Japanese and Korean. The left is called Baga and the right is called Xiba. Victor hates these people the most.
Two dogs are the most annoying!
“Baga!”
The Asian reporter was obviously an extreme royalist. When he heard Goebbels scolding the emperor, he didn’t know how to refute, because what he said might be real.
According to the grapevine…
MacArthur and Empress Xiangchun really had an affair. At that time, Hirohito was pushing from behind. This is recorded in unofficial history.
What?
What do you mean by unofficial history?
If you knew it, would you still call it wild?
The Japanese reporter cursed loudly, rushed onto the stage with a single step, and rushed towards Goebbels with his teeth and claws bared. He wanted to show this man what the spirit of a Showa man is!
Bang!!
There was a muffled sound, and then I saw a figure "flying".
The reporters sitting below were trembling. They didn’t dare to say a word. They could see clearly that when the Japanese reporter rushed up, the bodyguard standing next to Goebbels kicked him over. .
Failed!
The Latin American author's eyes suddenly became a little sad, but he immediately picked up his spirits and had already thought about the front page this time.
"Mexican Propaganda Minister Assassinated?" The assassin is actually a royalist? 》
《Japan wanted to invade Mexico, but failed to assassinate Goebbels! 》
They are all dead Taoist friends but not dead Taoist masters.
The Japanese reporter fell to the ground and curled up. The security guard rushed up and held him down, pressing him on the ground, dragging him outside by his hair.
"Gentlemen!"
Goebbels' eyes were sinister, "In Tijuana, please show proper respect."
"If you don't give it..."
He was silent for a moment, and then said loudly, "We will educate you on behalf of your parents."
"From now on, the Japanese media will be blocked!"
Goebbels left with a bad expression.
But since then, no one has seen the Japanese reporter again.
If you are looking for death, of course the Mexicans will do what you want.
After coming out of the press conference, he had just returned to the office when the phone on the desk rang. The Governor's Palace called him. The general wanted to see him.
Before I sat down, I jumped up and called my secretary and driver hurriedly.
"Leader, do you want to call more security personnel?" the secretary asked.
"No, aren't two enough?" Goebbels waved his hand, "Tijuana is safe enough."
This is confidence!
In Tijuana, if you want to buy a gun on the black market, some people dare to sell it, but there are also people who dare to report it. If you report it once, you will be rewarded with 100,000 pesos, and you can get 1% of the seller's profit. assets.
Some people are staring.
Tijuana now has more than 11 million people, some of whom are foreigners. If you want to "immigrate" from here, each smuggler has an official license, and the Governor's Office takes 60% of it!
I don’t care about your origin, but if you mess around in Mexico, you will lose your “immigration” qualifications and can only follow the smugglers in other small mountainous areas. Not to mention the high price, you may not be successful.
The difference between legal and illegal.
Generally for the sake of their own American dream, these foreigners are also very honest.
Two Mercedes-Benzes drove out of the Propaganda Department and headed towards the Governor's Mansion. They had government license plates, and generally no one would dare to do anything wrong.
Victor's majesty permeates every sewer in Tijuana.
Goebbels sat in the back seat, reading with a book in his hand.
"Beep!" The driver honked the horn vigorously, looking a little anxious. He raised his head and saw three large trucks side by side in front of him.
"There is a traffic light ahead."
"But you can't stop like this at the traffic light. Tijuana city regulations don't allow this. These people have such funny heads!" The bodyguard complained.
The speaker has no intention of saying this, but the listener has intention.
Goebbels's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly looked back. His pupils froze, and he saw a heavy truck rushing over from a distance! ! !
"Get off the bus! Get off the bus!" He shouted loudly, pushed the door open hard, and jumped towards the railing next to him.
The bodyguard driving the car was startled, but he reacted quickly. He pressed the seat belt and ran down. Before he could jump over the railing, he heard a bang, a violent impact, and the heavy truck slammed into the car. The impact pushed the two Mercedes-Benz cars under the truck in front.
It turned into a cake directly!
In the car in front, blood and human body residue seeped out...
The secretary and bodyguard sitting in this car disappeared!
The huge sound scared the surrounding people. They all ran aside in panic and looked at this scene in horror.
The only remaining bodyguards took out their guns and surrounded Goebbels warily.
“Don’t let him get away!”
The propaganda minister pointed at the driver who staggered out of the heavy pickup truck and said.
The bodyguard hesitated and shook his head, "The main thing now is to protect your safety!"
But there is no need for him. This area is a busy area with many police officers. When a car accident occurs, the police arrive immediately. , the captain of the team trembled when he saw Goebbels.
“Sir!”
“Get me under control!”
“Yes!”
Push the drivers of the four large trucks to the ground.
Goebbels looked gloomy.
This matter was quickly reported to the Tijuana Governor's Palace. Victor was furious and asked George Smiley to rush to the scene, while the captain of the guard, Joseph Joffre, went to the hospital to visit Goebbels.
Zhizhi~
After driving the heavy pickup truck backwards, the two Mercedes-Benz cars sandwiched like meat patties finally screamed, and it was a mess.
It started to rain lightly.
George Smiley pushed down the umbrella handed to him by his subordinate.
MD, if it doesn’t work out well, will you get caught in the rain?
Go home and farm!
"Sir, Mr. Goebbels's secretary and bodyguard are dead." Someone from the rescue team came over and said.
George Smiley nodded, "Did those drivers say anything?"
"The driver behind said he was dozing off and didn't see the car in front. The driver in front said he just didn't like it. In the back..."
"Drowning, haha."
"Let's take him to the interrogation room. I want to see how sleepy he is!"
< br>This matter must be a premeditated assassination.
Victor is annoying, but his security level is too high, so he can only target some of the people below. Kennedy, the second-largest figure in the military, encountered him twice, once in a shooting incident, and Casare encountered him four times. This guy has a lot of luck, everything will be fine.
Kwaukemot, a close partner, was almost reimbursed.
Tsk, tsk, tsk...
People outside, look at these people and wish they could eat their flesh, sip their blood, knock their bones, suck their marrow, sleep on their skin, and pluck out their hair!
The main thing is that the things Victor does are relatively big. In particular, the deaths of the Shin Bet Intelligence Department Director and Mossad Director made the already stingy Israelis even more dissatisfied.
It would be strange not to take revenge.
According to unofficial records: Jesus said on the roadside, wow, this lumpy squid really smells fishy.
Then he was killed by them.
Before he died, he left a will: "I will make you an immortal!"
Of course these are unofficial histories.
In the underground interrogation room of the Mexican "Information Bureau" intelligence agency.
A torture chamber.
A man's hands were tied, and his eyelids were gone. They were pulled open with hooks. Didn't you say you were dozing off? Now let me open your eyes wide and take a look.
If his chest wasn't still heaving, he would have thought he was dead.
A staff member wearing a mask walked up and gave him an adrenaline shot.
"Can you talk well?"
This man is very tough, he just keeps going, I don't know, I really dozed off.
"Send him to see room three." The interrogation staff member's face darkened, and the two people next to him pushed him to the next room. It was a glass room. Looking inside, there was a big stove. .
“The sound is broadcast outside.”
The employees inside signed OK and pressed a button, and they could hear the crackling of flames inside, as well as a man begging for mercy and screaming.
"This is a drug dealer who is not very cooperative..." The employee standing next to the driver was still explaining to him. The next second, the drug dealer was carried and forced into the stove.
The other party was struggling hard, but it was useless. Fire burned from the bottom of his feet and swallowed the whole person within a short time. Screams came out through the loudspeaker.
The driver's body was shaking.
Crack!
A hand was placed on his shoulder, startling him.
"This is the lightest punishment, because you only need to be burned to death, but we have others, do you know oriental cooking, we have an iron pot, put the person in it, and light it underneath Fire...tsk tsk tsk.”
I could feel the man shaking hard.
Who is not afraid of bullshit!
With a squeeze of the hand on the shoulder and a little force, the driver's psychological defense collapsed.
"One hundred thousand dollars, they gave me one hundred thousand dollars to kill people!"
"Who..."
"Japanese Trading Company!"
…
< br>As we all know, the Japanese came to Latin America after World War II, especially Brazil. Their power and number were very large, and their number once exceeded 1.5 million!
They worked as a "pioneering group" in Brazil, bought land, and then protected it very well and kept a low profile, but anyone with a discerning eye could sense their evil intentions. Their reputation during World War II was too bad.
In addition to Brazil, they are also actively cultivating their reputation in other places. Venezuela, Canada, Colombia, and Mexico all have their industries.
The Chamber of Commerce is one of these forms.
There are also about 50,000 Japanese in Mexico. They mainly gather in a Japanese-style street in northwest Tijuana. It mainly features Japanese architecture, cuisine and products, and provides Japanese restaurants, tea ceremony experiences, shopping, etc. Various services.
Also with edges.
There is a "unique product" called the Godly Maiden. In the past, they were the kind of homeless girls. Generally, such women could take home some money, but later it gradually evolved into a term for special career women.
By the way, it is illegal to buy sex in Japan, but there is a bug in it. You can go out for a meal with the girl you have negotiated a good price with, and then book a room. This is called... dating, and it is purely a bug.
Turkey is the same. There are those street girls who will be beaten to death and stoned. Therefore, before selling, you have to go to the church to find an amma to register your marriage, and then, I will bring you to divorce after this is done. These are all experiences. (I don’t tell most people).
It is illegal to sell sex in Tijuana, and Victor does not allow it. If it is legal, then women’s protection will be completely gone, and many women will disappear.
However, there are countermeasures and downstream policies. The Japanese are first-class in doing tricks. The same is true for this style street, which attracts many foreign tourists.
Yamamoto Keijiro stood outside smoking a cigarette and squatting on the ground. There were babbling sounds from inside the house. It ended after a while. After three or four minutes, a tall white man came out. When he saw him, he also thumbs up.
He bowed towards the other person and smiled. After watching the other person walk away, he walked in and saw a woman lying naked on the bed.
“Where’s the money!”
The woman pointed at the pile of U.S. dollars on the bedside table, and with a greedy look on her face, she snatched it away.
“Honey, I don’t want to do it anymore, these gringos are playing too perverted.” The woman said softly, “Let’s go back to Japan.”
"Go back? We haven't made any money yet! When I make more money and you're not tired, just lie down and scream."
The woman lowered her head, but her resistance was obvious.
Keijiro Yamamoto frowned, stuffed the money into his pocket, pinched her chin, and said with a hint of warning, "I'm telling you, you'd better cooperate, otherwise, hey hey..."< br>
The woman seemed to think of something, trembled, and nodded vigorously.
The man nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, I'll go outside and find you a customer, and you can drink some water."
After saying that, he walked out of the door, humming a tune with great interest, and could play again in the evening. But as soon as the door opened, he saw two policemen standing outside.
“Check ID.”
Keijiro Yamamoto’s expression froze. He didn’t have any identification. He was just a smuggler. He looked outside and saw several people standing outside. Ten policemen interrogated people.
? ? ?
What's going on!
Why did you suddenly check your ID card?
Just when he was at a loss, two Japanese old men trotted over, wearing kimonos and running towards the leader of the team with smiles on their faces, bowing their heads.
"Sir, what are your orders today."
"Check the proof of residence!"
The old Japanese men looked at each other, wondering, "Sir, this...this …We have met with your Director Santos, and we have a good relationship, you see…”
"Santos?"
The old man was happy and nodded quickly, but the next words made them feel cold.
"I don't know Santos, and you can see clearly, what kind of sign is this!" The policeman turned sideways and pointed to the armband on his arm.
It was a crested kara eagle holding the royal power in its mouth, looking around with sharp eyes.
“Thirteen Taibao!!”
They look so much like ordinary police uniforms.
The two old men looked panicked.
The Taibao who led the team pushed them away and put his hands in his hands, "Yes, we are here to cause trouble today. Don't make things difficult for us. You should declare our purpose clearly, regardless of life or death!"
< br>The legs and stomachs of the two old men were shaking.
"Now, anyone who can report crimes on Fengqing Street will be given a lighter sentence! Is there anyone!"
Yamamoto Keijiro shrank his head. He planned to be a tortoise and hide behind. In the worst case, he would be sent back. However, what did these thirteen Taibos mean? Why did the two elders look so scared?
He has just arrived and doesn’t quite understand yet.
Just when he was about to pretend to be his grandson, Keijiro Yamamoto suddenly heard a voice behind him, "Sir, I am reporting that someone is abducting people and smuggling drugs!"
Drugs are the two The words immediately attracted the attention of all the police officers, and they all looked over.
Keijiro Yamamoto’s legs were shaking and he turned around ferociously.
"Stop talking nonsense, bitch!"
"I'm not talking nonsense, he...he even bragged to me that he was doing something big, assassinating a big shot!"
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< br>(End of this chapter)