Chapter 242 Which is harder, a 762mm bullet or a skull?

Chapter 242 Which is harder, a 762mm bullet or a skull?

Chapter 242 Which is harder, a 7.62mm bullet or a skull?

August 13, 1990, US time.

Mexico City. In front of the Senate.

Senators carrying briefcases greeted each other, inquired about the content of this meeting, and walked in groups.

No one is willing to give up their power. Even if Kwaukmot is a puppet, he is a powerful puppet.

Victor, no matter what you do, just don't damage his interests.

The president shot an arrow through the clouds, and thousands of troops came to meet him.

Senators from several neighboring states rushed over.

The Senate speaker sitting on the upper floor glanced at Kwaukmot below. The other party was wearing glasses and lowering his head, flipping through the documents in front of him.

Then he looked at the senators who were sitting down one after another, whispering to each other, just like a vegetable market.

"Quiet!"

He knocked on the table above, and the senators below immediately sat up straight, and the noise stopped immediately.

"Today there is only one motion, about Cuaucmote's nomination of Director Victor as the governor of the northern province of Mexico." The speaker paused deliberately after speaking, which gave others a "buffer" time.

Sure enough, there was a moment of confusion below.

But then, many people's faces suddenly became ugly.

They are not useless, of course they can hear and smell a hint of taste from this name.

"Impossible! This is a reversal of history! I don't agree!" A congressman sitting in the middle stood up and protested loudly. His companions next to him were so scared that they hurriedly pulled him, their faces turned green.

Brother, calm down!

Don't be the first bird to stand out.

Didn't you see that he didn't stand up?

Cuaucmote glanced at the people of his own party next to him, and a "little drill" jumped out, "I agree!"

"Mr. Victor has sacrificed a lot for the Mexican people, he deserves more respect, a civilized reversal? No! I happen to think that Mexico needs such a leader, he should take greater responsibility."

Many people from the Mexican Workers' Party around him stood up and agreed.

As we all know, their party leader has a close relationship with Mr. Victor. If there is no accident, there will be no change in the past ten or twenty years.

The other party is too young. Sometimes, being young and alive is an asset.

Didn't Sima Yi survive many competitors because he was alive?

The British prince has been in office for decades and is still doing it.

"Bullshit!" The MP who stood up to oppose first cursed and took off his shoes and threw them directly. This... How could it be that he threw them directly on Kwaukmot?

Both sides were stunned?

Even Kwaukmot was stunned.

"Ramirez, I'll do XXX!" Xiao Zuanfeng jumped up directly. You dare to hit my boss?

Picked up the shoes and threw them.

If you rush up with red eyes and fight, you will get a slap even if a dog blocks it. After all, Mexico is a multi-party system. Your Workers' Party has just been established not long ago. We want you, Kwaukmot, to take office based on political needs, but we don't want you to be arrogant.

Good guy...

Someone fought back.

Then the group fight began.

"Don't hit! Don't hit! I XXXX!"

A group of people started fighting each other, grabbing hair, grabbing penis, and even spitting. Whatever means, no matter who you are, it's like this when fighting.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

The speaker above hit the hammer hard, and with a force, the head in front was directly broken and flew away.

"Security, security!" He quickly pointed at the "new recruit" outside and shouted.

"Boss, the speaker is calling us." A police officer next to him whispered.

"Go in, aim at the people, beat up those who oppose Mr. Victor first and then pull them away." Guan Carlos said in a low voice.

The police officers all nodded and rushed in like wolves and tigers.

"Stop hitting! Stop hitting!" Guan Carlos found the congressman who stood up to protest first, shouted in his mouth, but suddenly punched the other party with his hand, very secretly, but... very painful.

"Ah!!" The other party screamed, covered his crotch and knelt on the ground, his face flushed red, and he pounded the ground hard.

"Drag the fighting away." Cuauhkmote stood up and said.

Guan Carlos nodded and dragged all the opposition members away.

"Why not drag them away? They also fought!" Someone struggled dissatisfiedly, pointing at the Workers' Party and said, "Unfair! Unfair!"

"You can complain to me, sir, go to Tijuana, my police number is 97121, my name is Guan Carlos, if you resist again, I can't guarantee that I will not use violence, please cooperate with us."

The other party could only be furious helplessly, not listening at all, and still shouting loudly.

After Guan Carlos dragged him out, he said to the team members, "Drag him out and beat him up, remember to put on a sack, otherwise there will be fingerprints."

Several police officers looked at the other party with a grin and dragged him to the small room next door.

"Gentlemen, please maintain the most basic respect. This is not a battlefield. If any of you have spare energy, I will be happy to write to Mr. Victor and tell them that you are willing to go to the battlefield."

Quaukmot looked at everyone with a fierce face. No one dared to look him in the eye. With flickering eyes, he looked at the speaker sitting on the top, "Let's start again."

After sitting down, he nodded to the little Zuanfeng who was beaten into a pig's head next to him, "Well done."

The other party smiled happily, and grimaced in pain when the wound on his face was pulled.

However, it was worth it.

He will definitely make progress.

The speaker adjusted his clothes and said to the people below, "Now the topic will be resumed, please vote."

The Workers' Party voted in favor.

People from other parties looked at each other, at a loss.

Five minutes passed quickly.

The big screen behind the speaker showed the number.

"A total of 48 people agreed, 22 people opposed, and 30 people abstained. I declare that the proposal is passed and Victor is appointed as the governor of the northern province of Mexico." He stood up and applauded.

The Workers' Party also stood up and cheered.

That "little drill wind" jumped left and right, clapped his hands vigorously, and looked at other parties with a smug look.

Pah!

There is no chance to hug thighs.

Open your eyes and see who is the world of Mexico.

Cuauhcmote also smiled with satisfaction, and walked out of the Senate side by side with the speaker, waiting for the big guys to leave.

Only then did some people dare to wail.

"Mexico... the era of dictators has come!"

"Ahhh!!! Victor! Victor..." Some people raised their hands but dared only to call his name, not to curse.

But of course there were also people who were unwilling.

"Cuaucmote forced Victor to take office. If he abdicates in the future, who will take over the National Palace? Victor or us? He seems to be only 30 years old in a few months. Can the country be handed over to him? Luis, you are the party leader, you have something to say."

There were several big men sitting in the front row of the opposition. A middle-aged man with a face full of fat said to the man next to him.

The latter sent a red tie and dressed very elegantly.

This is Luis Moroni. According to the plan, he would take over the National Palace after the previous one died, but...

Cuaucmote directly created a Workers' Party, and with the support of many big men, he directly let him sit in this position.

It's okay, Luis Moroni can wait.

But you tell me now, Victor is the governor of the northern province, what's the next step?

Do you want him to be your successor?

Luis Moroni saw no hope at all. Only he knew the anger in his heart, but his face was calm, and... he just voted in favor.

Hearing the words of the deputy next to him, Luis Moroni glanced at him, "How many guns do you have? How many people do you have? Do you have the ability to overturn the table?"

"Victor does."

"If he is unhappy, maybe we will all be stuffed into concrete pillars tomorrow."

"But..."

"Don't worry, wait slowly." Luis Moroni narrowed his eyes, "Victor won't be arrogant for long, there is plenty of time, Mexico is a democratic country, if he wants to climb over our heads, he must follow the rules, otherwise, do you think ordinary people will agree?"

Thirty years east, thirty years west, don't bully the poor young, don't bully the poor middle-aged, don't bully the poor old... The dead are the greatest.

"Let's go..." Louis Moroni stood up, with the demeanor of a big boss...

Before he showed his demeanor, his feet went weak and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the people next to him helped to hold him up.

Obviously, he was under great pressure.

The speaker who walked out of the door heard the noise inside and said to Kwaukmot, "Louis and the others will probably not give up."

"Can their heads withstand 7.62mm bullets?" Kwaukmot said calmly, "If you make Victor angry, you will blow them all up."

"He went to the United States. The White House supports him. There are people behind him and guns in his hands. Don't make him angry."

"Victor sometimes has a good temper."

"When?"

"When you make him happy, and what we are doing now is to make him happy."

Kwaukmot has already put himself in the right position.

A puppet is a puppet.

A mascot is a mascot.

At least, this is called a man of insight.

He will not die without a complete body.

It is important for people to know themselves.

…

Obrecón City near the Yaqui River in Sonora.

There is a military airport covering an area of ​​6 square kilometers.

At this time, large transport trucks were transported in.

The Americans still kept their promise.

Tanks and 7 Mustang P-51s and some individual equipment were transported directly from the military base in Arizona.

Victor came to greet them in person.

"Down! Down! Down!" Someone commanded the M1A1M main battle tank to get off the truck. The muzzle was still wrapped, but the classic desert paint looked very beautiful.

The anti-drug force will be transformed from today!

"Mr. Victor, please sign. This is the first batch of sponsorship." An American lieutenant colonel came over with a list and pointed to the place where he needed to sign.

Victor glanced at Casare, who nodded at him, and he signed his name very quickly.

"Thank you."

"This is what we should do." The other party nodded seriously.

"Boss, there's an FBI guy who wants to see you. He's here on behalf of Director Floyd I. Clark." Jason Bourne walked up to him and said.

"Please come over."

Jason gestured to the distance, and saw two police officers with a middle-aged man coming over. The standard handsome face saw him and extended his hand politely, "Good afternoon, Mr. Chief, my name is Pearson, Chief Floyd's secretary, and also the senior assistant for North American affairs."

Confidant!

"Welcome to Mexico." Victor smiled and shook hands.

After Pearson exchanged a few pleasantries with him, the two walked to a safe house next door, where bodyguards were protecting them and not letting anyone get close.

As soon as they sat down, the other party went straight to the point, "We want to take Uday away. Regarding your application to purchase weapons, the FBI will help you. On this basis, Chief Floyd hopes to cooperate with you further."

Victor smoked a cigarette, raised his eyebrows, and motioned the other party to continue.

"First, the FBI hopes that the anti-drug force will protect its employees in Mexico."

"Second, the anti-drug force and the FBI have reached an overseas assistance treaty to help each other."

"Third, the FBI assists the anti-drug force in expanding its influence in Latin America and Europe."

…

There are about 6 items in total.

These are all quite reliable. It seems that the FBI also knows that it has upset the CIA overseas and is afraid that the other party will kill it, so it can only cooperate with Victor.

One hopes to have power overseas, and the other hopes to have a say in the United States. Both are happy.

Of course, Victor agreed.

Pearson was very happy and leaned over, "I can tell you a piece of news first. The CIA is very dissatisfied with your department, but Mr. President and the United States need to support you, so they agreed with a pinch of nose, but our informant in the CIA told us that they are brewing a new plan against you."

It's like a dog skin plaster!

However, the FBI has informants in the CIA, which is really awesome. Of course, the other party also has informants in the FBI, and no one can stand each other.

When Hoover was there, the CIA suffered so much anger that it dared not stand in front of the FBI for decades. Now that he is dead, the boss from his own family is in charge.

Once this tenant farmer has a higher status than the landlord, he will be more brutal than his master.

Victor sneered, "My troops are united!"

If you can make me a coup again, I will take your last name.

Pearson nodded, "Just be careful, where is Uday?"

Victor nodded to Casare, and the other party ran out of the door. After a while, two police officers followed behind him, holding a dog rope in their hands.

And Uday... crawled on the ground like a dog.

!!!!!!

Pearson looked at Victor in shock. The other party was holding a cigarette, squinting his eyes, and spreading his hands. "It is said that this man has a bad reputation in Iraq. He relies on his father's status to do whatever he wants. I want him to understand that when he goes out into society, not everyone will spoil him."

"If you make a mistake, you will be beaten."

Pearson opened his mouth, "If he knows that you treat Uday like this, I'm afraid..."

"Saddam can't educate his children, so I will educate them for him."

"If the United States needs it, I can personally fly a fighter jet to the front line!"

Pearson looked at the other party.

You are a Mexican, but you love the United States more than I do.

"Do you need to hold him? Don't worry, he won't bite. If he barks, just slap him, like this."

Victor went up and slapped Uday.

"Bark twice."

The other party raised his head and looked at him with fierce eyes. He wanted to stand up, but was held down by the police behind him.

Victor saw that he was not convinced, so he went up and slapped him again.

His face was blue.

"Bark twice."

"Woof...Woof..." Uday lowered his head, his face full of shame. He felt his anger rising, but...he really couldn't do it.

Victor patted his face and said, "I just want you to understand how others feel when you bully them. Be a good person, Uday."

"Don't learn from your father."

"You have no eyes!"

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