Chapter 230 Do you think you are the turtle in the American wishing well?

Chapter 230 Do you think you are the turtle in the American wishing well?

U.S. time, August 9, 1990.

sunny.

Liberty Island, New York.

There was silence and solemnity in front of the ruins of the Statue of Liberty, with about 200 people from ordinary people and government departments paying their respects.

After emergency repairs, this "girl" finally held up, but if the next generation of Americans wants to see her original appearance, they can only read it in textbooks.

Of course, maybe the French still have it in their warehouses.

The memorial service was supposed to have 1,000 people.

But your fucking Victor is so hateful. After the attack yesterday, the local police raided the branches of the Aryan Brotherhood, M13, and Asian Boyz (Asian Boys) overnight.

In a residential area, a series of follow-up sneak attack plans against Victor were discovered. The tasks above were very clear, and even the escape route was clearly written.

If necessary, an explosive attack can be launched. As long as Victor is dead, everything will be fine.

There is a $6 million reward for his head on the American black market.

Really are…

Can you be more generous? Uncle Victor felt uncomfortable hearing this.

After all, if the reward amount is too small, it is easy for people to feel "inferior".

Later, when the "Wolf of the Caucasus" Basayev was wanted, he was very dissatisfied when he heard that there were only 300 million rubles. He thought it was too little and even mocked, "If you don't have money, I can lend it to you, but please Be generous, my head is worth more than that.”

And then...he died.

The FBI was afraid that something would happen again, so it directly controlled the number of people who came to mourn at the scene. Brother, we are already being pushed to the ground and embarrassed.

We are Ferbole, not the CIA!

A country's... official?

Victor should forget it. When he came to the United States for a visit, he was attacked one after another. The old face of the FBI didn't know where to throw it.

And in order to prevent another explosion attack, helicopters were hovering in the sky.

Bush, who came from Washington, talked a lot on stage, making him want to doze off.

"Now, let's say a final prayer, may God bless them in peace."

Victor just closed his eyes and prayed, everyone died, prayed for wool.

After the ceremony was over, George Foreman ran over and said, "Sir, Mr. Bush invites you to meet."

coming!

Victor adjusted his clothes and said, "Okay."

When he was about to follow the other party, he saw a middle-aged man wearing glasses coming out from beside him and grabbed his shoulder.

"Mr. Victor."

He looked at the other party in confusion, "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

"My name is David Koresh. Do you believe in the end of the world?"

I understood immediately.

Hold!

MD, what kind of American sect is it?

Perhaps many "gurus" see the potential value of the United States.

You're stupid, you have a lot of money, come quickly!

In the 1960s, an Indian named Bhagavan Shri Rajneesh founded some kind of "Osho Cult", which combined free love, Eastern spirituality, temperance capitalism and pop psychology in a weird combination, attracting thousands of people. believer.

It also has its own police station, fire station and airline.

They all plan to subvert local political power in the United States.

There are smart people in the Lighthouse Country, but there are also more lunatics like this.

What Victor hates the most are those who advocate the end of the world. They don't do anything but chirp every day. His face suddenly turns black. He curses David Koresh at this, "Get out!"

This response was also beyond the other party's expectations.

You are a celebrity after all.

So vulgar?

David Koresh still wanted to speak, but was pulled away by the FBI who had already gathered around him. He shouted unwillingly, "Sir, join us, the end of the world is coming!"

"If you don't manage people like this well, problems will occur sooner or later!" Victor said to George Foreman.

“Aren’t there people like this in Tijuana?”

"Their beliefs need my approval. Without my signature, any sect is illegal."

“Including God!”

George Foreman paused and looked at the other party's serious expression, but the latter immediately laughed, "You're kidding, how could I be so dictatorial?"

Casare, who was standing behind him, and Damon Hessef Zola, deputy commander of the Air Force Police Force, looked at each other.

This is called Victorism, not dictatorship. If you say it wrong, you will be shot.

In a room next to the Statue of Liberty, Victor met Bush, one of the two most powerful men in the world.

No matter from which aspect, financial, political, or so-called mysterious background?

The Bush family are giants.

If you include his son, later George W. Bush, the family took the oath five times in the White House.

Bush's father-in-law is a manufacturing tycoon, and his mother comes from a family of financial tycoons. The Bush family's industries include oil, banks, military enterprises and even sports projects.

Under such a background, no wonder there are rumors that when he crashed into the sea as a pilot, there were people salvaging people in the target sea area 24 hours a day. Anyone could die, but not him.

However, by this time he had become an outstanding politician.

In the room, Victor also saw an acquaintance.

Bertha Lea Rumsfeld of the Los Angeles Times! !

"Long time no see, Mr. Victor." When the other party saw him, he smiled and extended his hand to say hello.

really!

This girl's background is just different.

This kind of private place is so close to the old Bush. If you say you have no background, who will believe it?

"Hello, Miss Belsaria."

"Do you know each other?" Bush asked with a smile.

"Yes, sir, I have interviewed him."

"That was really a good encounter, and it was also the most perfect day for me." Victor also said next to him, glancing at the other person, and his eyes widened again.

His words obviously startled the two of them, and then Bush glanced at Bertha Rumsfeld with a strange expression, and the latter's ears... immediately turned red.

"Let's get down to business. I only have ten minutes. I have to get back to Washington."

Victor sat up straight.

"We are very satisfied with your crackdown on drug traffickers, but it is far from enough. We need to retaliate against them, yes, revenge! They made the United States cry, and we let them bleed. In addition to the previous aid plan, you also do you have any requests?"

The real drama begins.

"I allow the United States to send military advisers, but I don't want the CIA to interfere with my police force. This is the first point."

"Secondly, I hope to deliver our Mustang P51 in a dive version."

"third…"

Victor was stuck for a moment, smiled sheepishly at Bush, and took out a piece of paper from his pocket. On the back, you could see dense writing on it.

This confused everyone in the room.

We are just being polite, are you just so rude?

"Ahem, let me see for myself."

Victor handed it to Casare next to him, and the other party handed it over with both hands.

Bush squinted his eyes. He was old and his eyesight was not very good.

"Article 3, I hope the United States will sponsor a regiment of individual equipment."

"Fourth, I hope the United States can sponsor 10 M1A1 main battle tanks and 20 M113 armored personnel carriers (APC)!"

…

Damn it, do you think George Bush is the bastard of the wishing fountain?

I didn’t see the old man’s veins popping out.

The price of the M1A1 "Abrams" is not cheap. It cost more than 8 million US dollars at the last time. You asked him to sponsor 10 of them in one go?

you…

you…

Bush was still polite, at least he didn't curse.

Victor was shameless, smiling and looking at the other person expectantly.

"I think we need to be pragmatic, sir, these weapons and equipment..." The office employee standing behind Bush saw this scene and directly came to resolve the conflict for the boss.

I'm not afraid of you bargaining, but I'm afraid you won't give.

"How much can you sponsor? Pablo has a lot of firepower. I think we need more firepower to defeat him."

CIA Acting Director Richard James Kerr, who had been watching from behind for a long time, stood up and said, "If you need so much weapons sponsorship, maybe the United States does not need to support you. Anyone can kill Pablo, and , you have nothing to offer the United States, sorry, I said it very directly, but wasn’t it?”

"I can offer my loyalty." Victor said seriously.

"This is not funny at all. There is no one in Latin America who is not loyal to the United States." Richard James Kerr sneered.

Victor ignored him and stared at Bush, "Everyone in the world knows about the war in the Persian Gulf. I also believe that the Iraqi soldiers cannot stop the Americans, but you need to maintain local order and will always enter the counter-terrorism stage. , at that time, I can dispatch my police officers to maintain local security.”

As we all know, the highest concentration of war deaths is urban anti-terrorism after large-scale wars. Americans experienced this deeply in Vietnam. The casualty rate at that time was unbearable for four generations of presidents from Kennedy to Ford.

The domestic anti-war wave was intense.

But if it’s a Mexican who is responsible for the killing and a Mexican who dies, what does that have to do with you?

Public support is the most important thing.

"So many weapons..."

"I know the price of tanks is very expensive. I can buy them, as long as they are cheaper than the market price." Seeing the other party's hesitation, Victor said directly, "As long as the United States agrees."

In fact, I also understand that it is definitely impossible to get the other party to agree to such a large "aid". What he wants is just a way. For example, if you don't agree, then please allow me to buy.

I will go and negotiate with the defense department of Chrysler Automobile Company. When the time comes, I will buy a few cars and then exchange some points for some. This is also a good way to talk to the outside world.

Then I changed the iconic paint, magically changed it, and sold it to Africa. Do you know how many cars I have?

Bush frowned and looked at his watch, "I'm sorry, time is limited. I need to discuss it with my staff and will give you a reply as soon as possible."

"No problem sir, I like the United States very much. I will stay here for two more days." Victor behaved very obediently.

He stood up and sent Bush out. As he was leaving, the CIA boss looked at him with a fierce inverted triangle look.

"It seems that Mr. Richard doesn't like you." Belsaria said from the side.

Victor glanced at the other party. Because of his height, he could just...see...

But being a gentleman, he quickly withdrew his gaze, "There is only one thing in the world that will be liked by everyone."

"What?"

"Bills." Victor rubbed his fingers, "I'm not Mr. Richard's mistress. Of course he won't fall in love with a man."

Belsaria was startled and smiled happily.

"It's my first time coming to Free Island. Do you have time? Maybe you can take me around. Of course, I can treat you to lunch."

"I still want to go back to work..."

Belsaria glanced at Victor, with disappointment in his deep eyes. She didn't know why, but she felt guilty in her heart.

"Actually, it's okay. I can take leave."

Victor smiled, with dimples still visible at the corners of his mouth, "Thank you very much, I think I saw an angel."

"No...no, we are friends, aren't we?"

Casare can feel from behind that the boss wants to pick up this woman!

A few words can make a woman fall?

MD, can you do whatever you want if you are handsome?

He looked down at his belly. Fat people are cute too, okay?

…

Jalisco, Guadalajara.

A village near the sea.

The room was dark.

The weather is not good, it's foggy.

The light from the TV inside revealed a thin figure. El Mencho grabbed the corn rice in the basin and stuffed it into his mouth, like a starving ghost.

His eyes were ferocious, a little crazy.

News from the rebels was playing on the TV.

I heard the host say it ended in failure.

El Mencho's expression immediately exploded, "Trash! They are all fucking trash!" As he said this, he smashed the corn rice over, took out the AK47 next to him, and pointed it at the TV.

Hearing gunshots, the drug dealer outside rushed in. Seeing this scene, he was a little at a loss.

Just when they were in a panic and didn't know what to do, El Mencho's little brother, who had grown up as a child, had been in prison with him in the United States, nicknamed: "Cougar" Louis Rickardsons- Sikes.

His nickname is said to be because his hair is relatively long. As for where the hair is?

It remains to be verified.

When Victor catches it, he will bake you in the microwave to see how many hairs you have.

"There was an American woman who ran away and was caught." Louise Richardson-Six suffered a vocal cord injury and her words were noisy.

El Mencho glanced at him, walked out of the room, and saw a woman kneeling on the muddy ground below, trembling, with a look of horror on her face.

These are the American hostages he captured just to demand ransom. Otherwise, where would he get the money to buy weapons and ammunition?

In two months, he kidnapped 32 Americans, 4 Frenchmen, and 2 Koreans. The two Koreans were very disobedient and he hanged them directly.

When the woman saw El Mencho, her pupils shrank and she shook her head vigorously, "I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore, please forgive me. If I give you money, my husband will give it to you." They were all crying.

El Mencho touched her head, grabbed her hair, looked at her frightened eyes, and whispered to El Mencho, "Why are you disobedient?"

The woman opened her mouth and felt the force on her hair gradually getting stronger.

El Mencho took out a military dagger stuck behind his back and stabbed it directly into the woman's mouth. It was 20 centimeters long and penetrated directly!

But the man was not dead yet, his body was twitching hard, and his throat made a "loud" sound.

"Pull her eyes out, I like her eyes."

This guy definitely has rabies, um... a humanoid rabid dog, he must have been bitten by a RB person.

Luis Ricosens-Six nodded expressionlessly, raised his head and looked at the other party, "Boss, the Michoacán family has Guzman's help and is putting a lot of pressure on us. Our plan to enter Sinaloa may not be possible." so easy."

"The Gulf and Juárez groups are also oppressing us from other places and they want to devour us."

El Mencho's breathing stagnated obviously when he heard the news, and his eyes were red, "Those three bitches, why don't they let me sell drugs? Who do they think they are? Do you want me to be their little brother?"

"I, El Mencho, am only destined to be the boss!"

"He won't let me live a good life. Let's not make him feel comfortable either. Let's kill Guzman first."

"I will lead the team myself!"

Okay...

Over there, Victor wants to kill his mother, and you do too.

This can still hit each other.

Mexicans, traditional crafts?

Killing mother?

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