Chapter 262 Godfather, I'm so scared, sob
Chapter 262 Godfather, I'm so scared, sob~
Iraq's declaration of war on Mexico did not cause any disturbance in Mexico City.
It's not the Americans who are coming.
Even if they come, the worst that can happen is surrender!
Many Mexicans wish they could be Americans.
We will welcome the king with food and drink!
We want to be Americans too.
But when we hear Iraq?
Where is that place?
A piece of booger on the map can fill up the entire West Asia.
National Palace.
Kwaukmot was working when his secretary walked in, "Sir, the application is ready."
He took it and looked at it, and his expression was immediately very interesting.
The first half denounced Iraq's perverse behavior, the middle part promoted the United States' fearless mind, and said that Mexico was ready to fight and promised to follow Godfather to kill the other side.
The last part was crying poor.
Godfather, I'm so scared, he wants to fuck me, oh oh oh, I need patriots, tridents and militias!
The tone of this letter is so disgusting and the words are so humble, I have never heard of it before!
"Who wrote this? It's a disgrace to the Mexican nation!" Cuauhcmote rolled up the letter and threw it into the trash can, shouting loudly.
"Don't we need dignity? This kind of humble tone will only make Americans look down on us even more!"
"Who wrote it?"
"It was sent from the Northern Governor's Office. It is said that it was written by Governor Victor himself." The secretary whispered.
Cuauhcmote's face froze, and he sat down silently, then spread out the paper ball, read it again, and nodded slowly.
"This letter is well written, the words are precise and the emotions are touching. I think Americans will definitely help us after seeing this letter."
The secretary lowered his head, and the corners of his eyes kept twitching.
Mr. President, you have improved too fast!
"Leave it to the US."
Quaucmote said, unconscientiously, handing it to the secretary.
The latter took it with both hands and nodded vigorously.
"Sir, there are voices in the Senate saying that they hope to re-elect the mayors of each state and below. Many people have been bribed by drug dealers, which seriously affects the operation of the government. They hope to replace a group of new people."
"The tough ones have been killed by drug dealers."Quaucmote said lightly, "Don't think I don't know what they want to do. It's nothing more than stuffing their own people, and then making money, and then running to the United States? Haha, the calculation is very good. Who will be the governor of the six northern states?"
"Who dares to be the governor!"
This is true. Even if the appointment letter of Lower California is signed to you, who dares to go?
Victor tore it up for you on the spot.
I will not obey the imperial edict, this is a messy book!
But it is also difficult for Cuaucmote. Although he founded the Mexican Workers' Party, with Victor's military help and his ability, he occupied most of the seats.
However, it is not a one-man show after all. It is just that when Victor became the governor of the north, the voices of opposition gradually "decreased", but he knew that these people just moved from the front to the back.
The revolution has not yet succeeded!
The only thing Cuaucmote can do is to continuously expand Victor's power.
He has already thought about it. When necessary, he will promote Victor to the head of the national armed forces!
Grant him rights from the legal level.
As for whether it will enter a military dictatorship?
TMD, the emergence of several or even dozens of voices in a country is an insult to the "Aztec Empire"!
Cuaucmote has already thought about it. Isn't it just to be a puppet?
Do you think anyone can be it?
Why did Victor choose only himself? Not others?
Isn't it because he thinks he is capable?
Many people in the Workers' Party think that Cuaucmote is not strong enough and hope that he can "contain" the powerful Victor.
All these people were sent to the most bitter and difficult places by Cuaucmote.
How to contain?
You just give opinions without telling the facts, aren't you just being a hooligan?
"Tell them to put these ideas to rest, either do a good job or get out." Cuauhcmote pointed his finger, "Don't jump around, if you mess around, Victor's soldiers will be here in a blink of an eye."
The secretary nodded.
Slowly left the office.
When closing the door, he looked back at Cuauhcmote, with a complicated look in his eyes.
Mr. President, are you going to go all the way?
Standing on the steps outside the National Palace.
The secretary looked up...
Mexico is hanging high with dark clouds!
That's Victor!
"A bastard who is trying to restore the monarchy!"
He took out his phone and dialed a number, "Cuauhcmote, he is stubborn, he is not a real Mexican, get rid of him!"
"Kill his wife and children together."
...
Victor's heartfelt letter was still delivered to the White House.
Bush Sr. was quiet after reading it.
He had been in the underworld for a long time, and he had never seen such a thing before. It took him about four or five minutes to calm down.
That is, he was a "young man" with a strong ability to accept things.
If it was "Xi Zong" who had "senile dementia", he would be embarrassed now. By the way, he was also in a high position at that time, the person in charge of the Senate Judiciary Committee.
"Reject their application for weapons assistance and agree to their joining the anti-Iraq coalition." Bush handed the application to his secretary.
The latter had obviously read the letter of application that was enough to enter the historical stage, and he forced a smile and nodded.
"Sir, the CIA proposed to send troops to Mexico."
Bush paused and squinted, "Richard should be the one to bring this up, call him over."
The secretary quickly called Richard James Kerr, who hurried over from the "farm" with the documents.
Langley used to be a cattle breeder.
Now he is a dog breeder.
He straightened his clothes in front of the president's office, knocked on the door with a smile, "Sir."
Bush stared at him, "You want to station troops in Mexico?"
Richard James Kerr's whole body tensed up. He was about to speak when he saw the other party stand up, pointed at him, and cursed, "Are you too comfortable? You want to station troops in Mexico, what do you want to do? Annex them?"
"Then let me ask you, who will the votes in Mexico be for!"
Seeing Bush start to curse, the secretary consciously began to act like a grandson, lowering his head.
Isn't it just pretending to be a grandson?
He is first-rate.
Mexico has 140 million people. If you attract them all, then these 140 million people can even enjoy better treatment than the local people. For votes, any group will win them over.
They are so happy.
Richard James Kerr shrank his head. He really didn't expect this. He argued, "We found that Victor was secretly developing large-scale weapons, which seriously endangered our domestic security."
"Washing powder!"
Bush Sr. interrupted him and said loudly.
"I have also been the director of the CIA. Don't think I don't know what you are thinking, Richard! Mexico is too far away from God and very close to the United States! Can he do anything else in North America?"
"Will Victor dare to do anything out of the ordinary?"
Richard James Kerr half opened his mouth. He didn't know why the president suddenly cared so much about this matter today.
Bush Sr. actually thought that the CIA was just looking for trouble.
Mexico?
If Victor doesn't obey, overthrow his regime.
But he is very obedient now. He is doing his best to avenge the "Statue of Liberty". He has done a great job and maintained the image of the United States in his speech. That's enough.
It's much better than the CIA's Pinochet or Noriega in Panama. Of course, it seems so now.
Bush Sr. is very busy now. He doesn't want to waste his energy on such "small things".
"Please do your job well, Mr. Richard James Kerr! Go out." Bush Sr. waved his hand impatiently.
He called his full name, so he was obviously serious.
After being scolded, the CIA director was like an eggplant hit by frost. When he walked out, he frowned.
"A fool who can't tell the difference." Bush Sr. commented at last, taking a deep breath, "Just like the idiot in Iraq!"
Both sides are seeking an off-field solution, but Bush Sr. thinks that the war must be fought. Kuwait is his younger brother. If he doesn't fight, everyone will think that the Americans are just good at talking but weak at heart. He wants to show the world the muscle of the United States!
The aircraft carrier and the opposition alliance have been formed, and he can't come back. In fact, Bush Sr. is under great pressure. Congress has a lot of controversy over whether to start this war.
Many countries in the opposition alliance were brought in by the benefits of debt relief or strengthening trade cooperation. Isn't it natural for countries like Mexico, which were directly declared war, to stand with Bush Sr.?
This is an ally!
Victor, you are worthy of being a godson!
Come on, godfather loves you!
Gulf of Mexico.
The waters along the southeastern coast of the North American continent are partially surrounded by land, and are connected to the Caribbean Sea through the Yucatan Peninsula and the Yucatan Strait, and are also connected to the Atlantic Ocean through the Florida Strait.
You can see a lot of merchant ships.
Mexico's geographical location is really good!
If it can resist external pressure and give it some internal development, let alone challenge the United States, it will definitely develop into Canada.
At this time, a cargo ship "Shamash" flying the Iraqi flag was transporting on the sea. This is the name of the sun god.
"Captain, Iraq has declared war on Mexico. Is it okay for us to pass through the Gulf of Mexico?" The second mate said to the captain Sayyid Ibn with some concern.
The captain was a big beard. He glanced at the other party and said in a stiff tone, "No problem, we are just civilians."
"But..." The second mate was a little younger and frowned to persuade.
Are there people who really stay out of the war?
"I am the captain, Harris!" The captain interrupted the other party. The second mate couldn't spit out the old grudges on his mouth, so he could only go to other places to patrol with a dark face.
Sayyid Ibn looked at his back, and didn't know how the shipping company chose him to be with a conservative X-ist.
Ask to replace him when I go back!
Zizizizi~
Just as Sayyid Ibn was cursing, he saw a military ship appear in the distance?
And the channel in the control room suddenly made a sound, "This is the Northern Mexican Navy! The "Shamash" ahead" stopped for inspection!"
The crew immediately looked at the captain.
Sayyid Ibn's face darkened. It must be the second mate's dirty mouth, a jinx!
"Stop the ship." He could only accept the inspection, and it was impossible to leave by force. If they fired a cannon, he and others would have to go to see Allah, and he didn't want to go to heaven so early.
Faith is faith, life is life.
Hearing his order, the crew stopped the ship at sea, stood on the deck in unison, and two assault boats approached.
Sayyid Ibn saw clearly that the soldiers sitting on the assault boats were fully armed, leaning on the escalator and climbing up flexibly.
The first to come up was a second lieutenant, holding a weapon and signaling them to retreat. After the team members came up, he took out his documents and said, "According to the clues, you are illegally transporting to Mexico, cooperate with the investigation."
"Mr. Police, you must have made a mistake. We are transporting flour!" Sayyid Ibn shouted loudly and opened the container. Once it was opened, he saw the densely packed flour inside.
"No! These are drugs!" The second lieutenant looked at Sayyid Ibn and said word by word.
"No, no, it's just flour."
The lieutenant opened the safety of the pistol, and with a click, he raised the gun and pointed it at him, "It's drugs!"
Sayyid Ibn's pupils suddenly shrank.
"Lieutenant, you are slandering me, I want to protest! Protest!"
The second mate raised his hand and shouted, his expression was very excited!
The lieutenant glanced at his subordinates, and three soldiers ran over, grabbed the second mate, and threw him into the sea in the shocked eyes of everyone!
The Iraqis next to him were terrified and panicked, and some even wanted to run, but were kicked to the ground by the soldiers.
"Iraqi ships are not allowed to enter Mexican waters, and you are still selling drugs, wait for jail time, drive the ship back to the port!"
"It's unfair, it's really unfair!" Said Ibn shouted.
"Whether it's unjust or not, Jesus doesn't know, Allah doesn't know, but Victor does! You have to have faith to enter the Gulf of Mexico, don't you know? But we also pay attention to human rights, call your family, allow parole, 200,000 US dollars per person!"
"If you don't pay in three days, you will be jailed."
Sayyid Ibn was dumbfounded.
Blatant extortion!
The Somali pirates don't dare to do this.
The "Archduke Victor" gallops on the waters of the Gulf of Mexico, and seizes any Iraqi ship it encounters. This is the seventh ship.
Illegal?
Then let Saddam come and fight me.
I'll wait for you in the North American waters.
Ask him if he dares to come.
In addition to the sea, all Iraqi nationals in Mexico were deported. Victor didn't set up any concentration camps because he respected life.
That's too inhumane.
He wants to deal with the Iraqi government!
Sure enough, when the news of the merchant ship being "hijacked" was passed back to Baghdad.
Press spokesman and minister Sahaf said on TV that this was: "Shameful piracy! Mexicans should be ashamed!"
And demanded the immediate release of the hostages, otherwise Iraq would take further measures.
In response, the official Mexican government responded very formally, but the Northern Governor's Office only said, "See you on the battlefield! Coward!"
Saddam was so angry that he smashed more than a dozen crystal glasses in his official residence and rushed directly to Uday's villa, but the scene in front of him almost made him lose his mind.
The imprisoned son was sleeping with seven or eight women in his arms, and he was still naked.
Saddam rushed up and slapped Uday left and right, slapping his face black and beating him with blood all over his mouth. It was Qusay and many of his confidants who rushed over and quickly pulled him back to prevent him from being beaten to death.
"Father, calm down, brother must not mean it." Qusay stroked his father's back and said, and then said to Uday, "Brother, apologize quickly, this..."
"Bastard!"
Who knew that Uday looked up at Qusay and blurted out this sentence directly.
Saddam couldn't help it this time, and he punched and kicked Uday. He couldn't get up, and he kicked him in the chest.
"Father, father! Stop hitting me, brother Uday didn't mean to scold me." Qusay grabbed the other party, but he seemed to be constantly fanning the flames.
"You stay here for the rest of your life! If I see you breaking the rules again, I will kill you myself!"
Saddam left after saying this.
Qusay looked at Uday on the ground, who was holding his chest and looking at him viciously, "Bastard!"
Qusay's face froze, but he smiled again, "Don't worry, brother, when father calms down, I will definitely help you persuade him. Sorry, I have to go to work on state affairs, you stay here first."
Uday was so angry that his teeth itched!
To Qusay, to Victor, and even to Saddam!
They are all the same sons, why treat me so harshly?
What's wrong with me sleeping with women?
Aren't women meant to be slept with?
What's wrong with me killing your bodyguard?
I am your eldest son!
Uday's mind gradually became distorted, and the butler and servants next to him came to support him.
"Am I very pitiful?" He suddenly asked the butler who had been with him for more than ten years. The other party was stunned, but it was this block that made Uday instantly furious. He grabbed the other party's head and picked up the knife on the table next to him and stabbed him in the neck!
The force was so fierce that even the handle of the knife was inserted.
The butler's entire eyeball popped out!
There was a "huhu" sound in his throat, like a hair dryer. He looked down in disbelief, then fell to the ground and twitched.
The servants next to him screamed and ran out in panic, and some shouted: "Murder! Murder!"
This deeply stimulated Uday. He took down the golden AK47 on the wall, pulled the bolt, and fired directly at the servants!
Tut tut tut...
What a luxury, the bullets are all made of gold.
However, it really hurts to hit someone.
Uday was still not satisfied, looking at the female companion on the bed, he picked up the gun and fired!
This "gun room" directly turned into a bloody hell...
When he pointed the muzzle of the gun at the last woman, "Ka ka ka!"
The magazine was empty!
The bullets were directly empty.
The woman's eyes widened, her whole body was shaking, and the gauze on her body fell off, and the scenery was brilliant.
Uday grabbed the other's neck and pinched it tightly!
After a while, the other's face turned red and blue, and there was still pleading in his eyes, but it stimulated his cruelty, and the strength in his hands became heavier, and finally died!
Uday stood up, holding his chest, with a sinister look in his eyes!
"Saddam Hussein!!"
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