Chapter 232 You dare to eat my sheep!!
"If one day, all the drugs in the world are eradicated by you, what is your dream?" Belsaria asked curiously after taking a bite of the hamburger.
Of course, it is to be the father of the Americans!
He wants to erect his sculpture on the site of the Statue of Liberty, how about calling it the Liberated God?
He wants the White House to become the Black House.
He wants Silicon Valley to become his money bag.
He wants to...
stand high above and look down on the world.
Ambition, how can this thing be extinguished?
People like Victor will die if they don't make progress. Of course, they will be killed by others. The world is in turmoil, and only caliber can solve problems.
I want to be the emperor of the world!
However, of course, this cannot be said. Others who say it are crazy, and Victor who says it... will become ashes tomorrow.
The most important thing is to maintain the personality.
He pretended to chuckle, his eyes showing longing, "If that day really comes, maybe, I will resign from all my positions, take my wife and children, and live the life I want, travel, watch the sunrise, watch the aurora, watch the flowers blooming in the world, and see the beautiful side of this world."
"Of course, I have to be alive. Maybe, I am already dead on the battlefield of struggle?"
Belsaria listened to the other party's words and looked at him in astonishment. In Victor's deep eyes, she saw the hope for "life".
Men have to pretend!
How can you seduce...bah, attract girls if you don't pretend?
Victor just said the greatest things with the calmest words, plus what he usually did to drug dealers, it was simply a righteous person.
"Wipe your mouth, the ketchup is stuck, hahaha." Victor suddenly picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth, his tone was very gentle.
Belsaria's eyes flashed, and she lowered her head in panic.
Unlike most Latin American men who are chauvinistic, Victor... is really a dream boyfriend.
Very gentle.
Casare was at another table, biting a burger in big mouthfuls. Seeing this scene, he felt that the boss was so coquettish!
He made people blush because of you.
"Big guy, do you have a wife?" Casare asked George Foreman across from him, and glanced at him.
Well... he is ugly and has a big beard, so he must have no partner.
"Yes, my wife is the Colombian beauty pageant champion, hehehe, we have three children, she is my favorite."
George Foreman smiled happily and asked, "What about you? Are you married?"
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Casare suddenly felt that the burger in his hand was not fragrant. If he hit someone to death, he would have to stab him a few times, right? He bit the burger and vented his anger.
George Foreman was confused.
At this moment, the Secret Service employee at the door suddenly ran in and whispered something in his ear. The big guy frowned, stood up, and ran to Victor's table, "Sir, we have to go. A group of opponents who are protesting against you are coming over. There are about 300 people."
MD, this bunch of shit!
Why is New York not the territory of Grand Duke Victor?
If it is, we should dispatch troops to suppress them directly now.
Protest?
You protested against me. Did you get my consent?
"Sorry, Belsaria." Victor said apologetically.
The other party smiled and shook his head, "It's okay, I'm full."
"Then let's go."
Victor picked up her bag and pulled her out.
"Hey! Victor! Are you leaving?" The fat supporter shouted.
Looked at his table...
Well... four hamburger shells, and then looked at his girlfriend, brother, you can't eat anymore, if you eat more, your earthworms will be gone.
"Yes, man, have fun."
"OK! Come on, Victor, kill those drug addicts, brothers, cheers to Victor." He raised his Coke and said.
The big men next to him responded to him.
"What's your name, man?"
"Glen Davis, nickname: New York Wild Boar!"
Grand Duke Vi smiled and gave him a thumbs up.
"Sir, we should go." George Foreman urged again.
Victor thanked him again before leaving with his men.
Under the gaze of the big man in the hamburger shop, he got into the car.
Glenn Davis frowned when he saw the other party was so anxious, and turned to ask his girlfriend, "Is my store not good? Why did he leave after just a few minutes?"
"Victor! Thug Victor! Satan Victor!"
"He should repent, repent to human rights and democracy!"
"Victor, Victor, you are a pile of shit, you are a big devil in human skin." (This is still sung.)
Glenn Davis heard the curses coming from outside the store and the drug addict holding a protest sign, and he immediately understood.
"Fuck! I knew that Mr. Victor liked hamburgers. It must be these bastards who scared away my customers, fuck!" He cursed angrily.
He pulled down the Remington M870 shotgun hanging on the wall and walked out. The big men eating hamburgers behind him followed him.
Glenn Davis pulled the bolt in his hand and stood in front of the protesters with a grin.
"You bastards!"
"This is the territory of the Hell's Angels. Do you want to be shot?"
He threw a bucket of bullets at a BMW on the side of the road, smashing the glass to pieces and destroying the body of the car.
The protesters immediately shut up.
"Fat pig! Get out of here, where's Victor! Get him out!" A thin man, whose ribs could be seen, shouted loudly.
"Yes, let the tyrant get out."
Glenn Davis hates people calling him a fat pig. He is a New York boar!
"Kill them!"
The boys behind him picked up baseball bats and rushed into the protesting crowd.
None of them said a word.
How can these drug addicts resist?
Hammered to the ground.
Glenn Davis stared at the thin man who was scolding him. With a sneak attack, he kicked the opponent to the ground and stepped on the opponent's head.
"My idol is someone you can protest too?!"
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Of course Victor didn't know this, so he offered to send Belsaria home.
The other party's hand was grabbed. When he heard it, he raised his head and shook his head hurriedly, "No, no need, uh, I have to go to the New York TV station."
Victor didn't force it, smiled and nodded, and asked the team to go around to the TV station.
As soon as Belsaria got out of the car, he suddenly took out a burger and handed it over, "Are you not full? I left it just now. Remember, eat more and don't starve yourself. Your figure is already perfect. "
Looking at the burger in her hand, the woman was stunned and looked at Victor, who shook his hand and said, "See you tomorrow, Belsaria."
"See you tomorrow... tomorrow."
When dating a woman, you can’t say next time, when will it be next time? Saturday? Or the 32nd. You have to give the woman an accurate time, such as tomorrow.
If others agree, then there is a chance. If they refuse, change to another decisively, and the next one will be better.
Belsaria had no idea what activities would be held tomorrow, but the other party said that he must have a reason.
Victor in the car closed the window, his expression slowly calmed down, and his eyes became sharp and calm again.
What bullshit love!
He was all pretending.
All love at first sight is nothing more than lust, and all love is nothing more than long-term planning after calculating gains and losses.
Belsaria Rumsfeld, she can bring more benefits and opportunities to Victor.
The other party obviously has Germanic ancestry. Isn't it easy to guess?
It is said that Donald Henry Rumsfeld has a granddaughter. This was discovered by the Mexican intelligence agency, not Baidu Encyclopedia. There is no Baidu yet.
There is no information about the granddaughter's name, what she looks like, or even how old or tall she is.
The information was strictly hidden, and the Mexican Ministry of Information also obtained it through some "illegal channels."
Anyone familiar with American history knows what Donald Henry Rumsfeld represented.
A hawk in the United States, the representative of the interests of the military, and the "executioner" who changed the direction of the world. He was the youngest Secretary of Defense in history. During his tenure, Rumsfeld also implemented major reforms and reached out to the military. All aspects of the US military, from eating and drinking to weapons configuration, are controlled by him.
An American elite with a Cold War mentality!
If that's not straightforward enough, he launched two wars in Afghanistan and Iraq in succession, causing the United States to fight for more than ten years and directly causing millions of casualties in the Middle East.
No one dares to write his name on God's list.
If Belsalia is really his granddaughter, Victor will let this old man live under the same roof for four generations in advance!
You have to soak her up no matter what.
As long as they get it, Victor and Mexico can be stable for at least ten or twenty years, because at the age of 70, the other party became George W. Bush's defense minister.
Victor never believed in bullshit love.
Anything that can bring benefits to oneself can be exchanged.
marriage?
There's just one more person on the bed.
Victor is a real hero.
A macho man descended from heaven should look like a macho man descended from heaven.
"Casare."
"Boss!" Fat Hu looked at him hurriedly, waiting for his orders.
"Have you ever been in love?"
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Do you want it to be so heartbreaking?
"Talked!"
Victor turned his head and looked at him in surprise.
"The other party thought I was worthless and poor, so I ran away with a drug dealer."
Do you think Casare has no future?
Now he is the real No. 2 figure in the anti-drug force. He is a popular hot chick in Mexico. He earns tens of thousands of dollars every day. He has no future?
What an irony!
"Drug dealer? Next time you catch me, I'll let you cut him into pieces!"
Casare smiled bitterly, "It should be a bit difficult, that guy is selling drugs over there in Europe."
"Then hit Europe!"
"Wherever there are drugs, there must be our anti-drug force!"
"Italy? We'll go."
Let these old drug dealers who have been around for decades take a look at what the new era's "Mo's" style of play is and bring out their fear.
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U.S. time. August 9, 19:00 pm.
A sheep from the state of Sonora ran into the neighboring state of Chihuahua and was divided and eaten.
While eating, I noticed a hangtag on it.
"Anti-narcotics police force, leader of the cooking squad of the 2nd Company of the 3rd Battalion!"
This completely confused the other party.
The anti-drug force was furious, TMD, you dare to eat my squad leader?
Bombardment of Madeira, a city on the border between Sonora and Chihuahua.
Boo hoo hoo…
The "heavy firepower battalion" of the ground police force assembled 20 Katyushas, 30 M114A1 155mm, and 10 antique M1s to bombard the target point indiscriminately!
He must take revenge on the leader of the sheep squad.
And Vasily, the head of the 336th Regiment, one of the four regiments of the anti-drug unit, said to the reporters accompanying the army.
"Afu's position in Mexico is like Wojtek's position in the Polish army. He is our comrade-in-arms to us. The drug dealers in Chihuahua are not abiding by the moral code of war and attack our personnel. We must retaliate!"
"Today, we will charge into Chihuahua!"
This is what was later known as the "Sheep Squad Leader War!"
This kind of thing has happened before. El Salvador and Honduras even fought a war in 1969 because of a domestic football match.
Is that an ordinary sheep?
That's my comrade-in-arms brother.
Damn...
I'm not going to give the ashes of you dog drug dealers to Yang today. You think our anti-drug unit is a sick cat.
But...
Sheep Squad Leader, you smell so good. The air is still filled with your scent.
Tears flowed from the corners of my mouth.
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