Chapter 216 Don’t be stupid, Victor didn’t say he wouldn’t hit women.

Chapter 216 Don’t be stupid, Victor didn’t say he wouldn’t hit women.

August 2, 1990!

Middle Eastern tycoon Sha Damu enters Kuwait!

The intention is to turn it into the 19th province.

War clouds suddenly filled the Persian Gulf, European bosses went crazy collectively, and the Americans issued four serious warnings in three days!

Of the 20 largest oil fields in the world, 11 are in the Gulf region. Why are you doing this? Have you asked us?

Kuwait is a creditor of Iraq. It received a lot of money from him, probably tens of billions of dollars. When I looked at it, I thought, oh, it seems I can’t afford to pay it back, so let the creditor disappear!

Chug tug tug…

As for Victor, he was very relaxed. During this period, he had "remote control" and used his golden fingers to create a "Baja California Economic Think Tank" with about 15 people, almost all of whom were at the national team level.

This is... a professional.

After direct research, they felt that they could stud oil futures!

According to their words, "The war will definitely lead to an appreciation in the value of oil. All we have to do is throw money in, and then...just wait quietly for the American soldiers to send troops."

Victor believed it, and both the wife and the coffin were smashed.

As for another incident, 36 hours after the "Statue of Liberty" collapsed, that is, a day and a half after he issued a press conference, the United States directly contacted him.

I hope I can give him some sponsorship to fight against the Pablo terrorist organization!

Yes, that's the word used, a terrorist organization, directly upgraded from a drug cartel.

Whatever you use for Victor's trusteeship, he doesn't have any objection if you call him a bitch. All you need to do is give me sponsorship. It doesn't matter what you do.

But when I heard that the CIA was contacting me.

This expression suddenly became wonderful.

Damn it!

Encountered a ghost.

He had a few things he wanted to say, but he didn't know whether to say them or not.

The two sides cannot say that they will fight to the death, but they also dislike each other. The Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency is labeled as the U.S. judicial department and does not deal with the CIA itself.

Most importantly, the death of former CIA director William Webster was also related to Victor and the others to a certain extent. If it weren't for the 31 corpses suspected of being FBI, would there have been a confrontation between the two sides?

It's all Victor's fault!

I'm afraid the CIA will get in the way of this. It won't necessarily ruin the conversation, but it will definitely make me feel sick.

Do you want to endure it?

On the afternoon of August 4th.

Tijuana City Hall.

Victor met the CIA deputy director Rosie Dragon who came to discuss sponsorship. As you can tell by her name, she was a woman. She was not pretty, she was older, almost in her early 40s, and she was saggy.

With shoulder-length short hair, she looks a bit like a strong woman.

Next to him was the head of DEA North America, Milovan Garner, an Algerian who had actually met and collaborated with Victor before.

"Operation Gothic Snake" was actually driven by him behind the scenes. After all, he was in charge of North America, and Jonathan Panier was his subordinate.

He is relatively open and direct, and is relatively comfortable to work with.

It is said that he is going to be promoted. When Jonatan comes back from Ecuador, he will take over his position and he will go to the headquarters.

She and Victor had a "profit" cooperation relationship, so when they met him, the other party looked polite, and the two even hugged each other.

If there is a relationship of interest, then it makes sense.

Rosie Dragon, on the other hand, always had a serious face and looked very mean.

As soon as they sat down, the other party immediately took the initiative and said, "The CIA is willing to provide weapons, equipment, and personnel assistance to the Mexican Drug Enforcement Administration, but we have the following requirements."

Victor crossed his legs, smiled and nodded.

There was a trash can next to him without an ashtray. Casare had the ashtray removed when he was decorating the venue.

This is the diplomatic protocol of Baja California.

If this thing were placed here, the boss's anger value BUFF would be almost full.

"First, we will send consultants to join your anti-drug force."

Victor nodded, "That's no problem."

"Second, any action must be approved by the CIA."

Victor raised his eyebrows and began to squint.

"Third, the CIA has the power to control anyone in the anti-drug force."

Under these conditions, Milovan Garner, the head of DEA North America sitting next to him, looked a little ugly.

Isn't this just deliberately looking for trouble?

Casare was sitting in the back, his legs were a little weak, sisters, can you please stop saying that?

"Any more?"

"There is one last thing. We need to arrange a person in charge of the anti-drug force with the same authority as you."

The CIA is really not messing around. This is really how they play in other organizations. The consultants, weapons, and senior officials are almost all CIA people, and they have to listen to others' arrangements in everything they do.

They say they are being treated as dogs, but in reality they are being treated as their grandsons, with no autonomy left.

This is one of the reasons why the CIA is so aggressive overseas.

In addition to the US military, they really have their own "arms", which is why later American speakers will find ways to disperse their power.

The power is really too great!

"Equal power? What do you mean?" Victor asked with a laugh.

Rosie Dragon looked at him, "Under any circumstances, I have the authority to command the anti-drug force on your behalf."

Victor couldn't help hearing this and looked around.

"Boss, what are you looking for?" Casare said from behind.

"Where's the ashtray?"

"Fuck XMD!" Victor couldn't help but kicked the coffee table over. Under Rosie Dragon's disbelieving gaze, he grabbed her hair and dragged her over like a dead dog. .

The CIA employees who came with him immediately stood up.

"Don't move!"

Casare took a deep breath, the ashtray was gone, and he went directly to do it himself. Although he was mentally complaining, he still stood up, pointed at the CIA people and warned, "Don't be impulsive! Otherwise, I'll kill you, little bastards." !”

They should understand the bastard's Spanish, right?

Casare doesn’t speak English anyway.

Victor pulled Rosie Dragon, who was on the ground on her hands and knees like a dog. He raised his right hand and slapped her!

"Slut X, your period is so intense that you have a brain hemorrhage, right? Or did you confuse man X yesterday? Didn't you sleep well this morning?"

"Ahhh!"

The pulling scalp and the pain on her face made Rosie Dragon couldn't help but scream. The slap was not light, and her ears were still buzzing and trembling.

Do you really think Victor doesn’t hit women?

Don't be stupid!

We are almost in the 21st century, and we must achieve equality between men and women.

Milovan Garner of the DEA was sitting with his hands on his hands.

I've heard that Victor from Mexico has a bad temper, but you don't have to be like this, right? If we can't negotiate, what about such a slap?

but…

If you hit her, you can't hit me.

Victor is not afraid of the Americans looking for trouble. Can a deputy director allow the United States to send troops to fight him?

At most, it would leave a bad impression on Bush.

There is a saying in the United States that as long as you have a thorough understanding of the United States, you actually have a thorough understanding of the United States. "You can show your talent in front of the president and tell him that he is an idiot, but you must not touch the power of the Wall Street capital tycoons." A penny of assets overseas.”

They won't do anything without profit.

Unless you tell them that oil has been discovered under Victor's ass, he will have to ascend to heaven tomorrow.

This slap tells the FBI and DEA that I have retreated and we are on the same side.

I started working around and gave the girl a big gift package. Her face was swollen and two of her teeth were loose.

The force is not light.

He was slapped to death.

Victor waved his numb hand, picked up the half-remaining cigarette from the ground, blew on the filter, stuffed it into his mouth again, and looked at Milovan Garner, with a smile on his face. .

"The DEA should also be able to negotiate, right?"

Milovan Garner glanced at the CIA people, and Victor immediately understood and said to Casare, "Please invite our CIA guests to sit next door and wait for the meal."

Fatty Ka nodded. The two layers of skin on his chin were particularly obvious.

Even if the CIA employees don't agree, they have no choice but to be "driven" to the next door. As for that stinky bitch, find a doctor for her.

So NMD cool!

The CIA is arrogant overseas, but it has actually been done by others. Colonel Cardano once committed the act of burying the opponent alive. I can cooperate with you and even protect your American assets and interests, because I can't defeat you.

But you fucking CIA is jumping over my head. Some people with bad tempers will fuck you, not to mention someone like Victor who is... mentally ill.

After the CIA people left, Milovan Garner raised his thumb towards Victor, "I have long wanted to blow their heads off."

“I can do whatever my friends want to do.”

Milovan Garner smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I'm on your side. Jonathan Panier told me about you, and you also helped me with a lot of things. I can be promoted, and I have Your help can be big or small, but if the FBI is brought in, there is no need to worry about the pressure from the CIA. "

When Victor heard this, his heart was very open, knowing that the other party was expressing goodwill, or... asking for benefits!

Be very direct and say, "What do you want?"

"I don't want anything. Pablo has angered the American people this time. He must be taught a lesson. The DEA will also focus mainly on the North American Narcotics Association. If you make more contributions, I can take advantage of it."

"There are several other deputy directors in the DEA who don't have a good relationship with me. I hope that any intelligence information or military exploits you have will be signed by my name."

So that’s it!

It seems that the DEA is also competing with each other for power.

"no problem!"

"The newly appointed FBI Director Floyd I. Clark's wife loves gambling and owes approximately $3.5 million in Las Vegas."

"How did you know about this?"

Victor frowned. He understood what the other party meant and hoped to get to the bottom of it and start from his wife.

Milovan Garner looked at him, and the two just looked at each other.

Finally, the former spoke.

"I fucked her!"

"Very smooth!"

CNMD!

The North American head of the DEA had an affair with the wife of the FBI boss.

Americans...are really good at playing!

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