Chapter 280 Isn’t it just money? I, Victor, am so poor that I only have money left!

Chapter 280 Isn’t it just money? I, Victor, am so poor that I only have money left!

Rivera's request for "one hundred thousand dollars" was quickly approved.

Isn't it just money?

Draw a cute picture on a piece of waste paper.

What the Governor's Mansion cares about is how many people are hiding on its own territory.

This spy thing…

If you don't master the evidence, it's really hard to believe that the man at the pancake stand on the roadside is actually a spy. Well... Of course, the kind of guy who is not very skilled at his crafts and just says he has been doing it for seven or eight years is problematic at first glance.

Pa~

A black bag was thrown next to Rivera. The other party couldn't wait to pick it up and open it. When he saw Franklin's ugly face inside, his face showed joy!

They kissed without any regard for the eyes of others.

"Can the intelligence tell us?"

"Of course!" Rivera nodded with a smile and handed over the paper he had prepared. The person in charge of the Information Department was Deputy Director Augustin Przeucil. He took it and looked at it with a stern look in his eyes, "Are you sure? ?”

"certainly!"

Rivera laughed out loud, "Tijuana seems to be calm, but there are many fish under the water ready to fish in troubled waters!"

Augustin Przeucir frowned.

Mainly there are too many people on the list he gave.

Italy…

Spain…

France…

Germany…

Hold! There are 45 countries and regions in Europe, at least 30 of which are active on the Governor's territory. In addition to Europe, there are also North and South America and some countries in Asia!

Those who don’t know better think this is the center of the world.

"These people cooperate with each other, and their goal is to overthrow Victor's regime!" Rivera said.

"Why? I don't remember us offending them."

Rivera said meaningfully, "They don't want another powerful younger brother to appear in the United States. Europe also has a free heart."

How do you say something?

Although we are convinced on the face of it, I am not convinced on the inside!

"Thank you." Augustin Przeucir nodded and looked at Rivera, "Do you still want to get rich?"

The latter looked at him.

"Work for us, and we will upgrade your authority in the Italian intelligence agency and help you climb up. You don't want to be a charge soldier all the time."

Augustin Przeucir said with a smile, "The higher you go, the more confidential the information you are given, and the higher the price we will give you."

"You don't have to worry about others betraying you. We will deal with anyone who knows the inside story. We will ensure that you are cleaner than anyone else now."

Rivera hesitated, a little hesitant, "But I'm the only one left in Tijuana by Army Intelligence. They will be suspicious."

"Don't worry, you can leave all this to us!" Augustine Przeucir patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Can you really give a lot?"

Look, for money, he is still willing to do anything.

If you don't want to, it means you don't have enough money.

During the struggle for hegemony between the Soviet Union and the United States, many people defected, such as the famous Lieutenant General Koshelev. At that time, he served as deputy commander of the 16th Air Force Group Army, and the Americans promised him 100 million US dollars.

He immediately surrendered.

All in all, as long as there is a lot of money, few people can avoid being corrupted.

Oh, by the way, Lieutenant General Koshelev was stabbed more than 20 times in the toilet of a mansion in the United States in 1985, and died miserably.

This is also one of the Soviet Union's means of revenge!

But it can't scare him at all, and he still has to rebel if he should.

Augustine Przeucir, deputy director of the Information Bureau, looked at the other party and said, "How about $500,000 per year!"

"make a deal!"

…

"Is this small canister Uranium 238?" Casare looked at the canister in his hand, his eyes almost turned into cross-eyes, and he shook it vigorously.

Best was so frightened that he quickly held him down, "Man! Don't move around. If this breaks, I swear, your bones will still shine when you die."

Kasare shrank his head when he heard this.

Forget it, let's leave this to the boss. If a great person like the boss dies, his body will definitely be kept in a museum. It will be particularly beautiful when it shines.

Victor: Thank you!

"I have contacted the boss about this matter, and he has given me full responsibility. When the time comes, we can just hand it over to the Americans. This is a time bomb, and it will be less painful to put it in our hands."

The Italians are going to explode!

Americans are going to explode!

The Soviets who were provoked in the Soviet area also had to explode.

This is the tragedy of being a younger brother, but Victor knows who owns the future world, so he is more "iron-headed" and just follows the United States.

But after the Northern Empire disintegrates, the United States, a dominant country, will quickly decay. It will have no external opponents. Who can fight with it?

You can call him bad, but you can't call him bad.

History has proven that when an empire is fully prosperous, it will begin to disintegrate from within, and party disputes will emerge one after another.

The United States cannot escape the periodic table of history.

Mexico must be patient, Victor must be patient!

Sooner or later the dawn will belong to "Victor I."

"Okay!" Best nodded decisively after hearing his arrangement, without any hesitation.

Casare put the tube aside and looked at each other with his hands crossed. "We haven't seen each other for a long time. You have a good rest in Tijuana for a few days. There is no need to run around. Stay in the north. What business will you have by then?" You can send someone else there.”

He leaned forward and said, "In the Sierra Madre Mountains and the Sonora Desert, the boss opened a military factory to produce weapons and ammunition and NATO standard weapons. They will be exported in time and need people to manage them. I plan to send you there."

"What about the group's affairs?"

"It will be handed over to others."

Best hesitated for a moment. It would be so comfortable to be a president, but he soon figured out the trick. Victor might not want his private "small treasury" to be too stained with Best's mark, which would make it difficult to get rid of it. He nodded very readily, "I will go wherever the sir tells me to go!"

Casare nodded with satisfaction, "Don't worry, the boss will not treat you badly. After all, the three of us made our fortune together. We can share the joys and sorrows. The boss doesn't trust others, but he trusts you and me."

Best is no longer the kind of Wuxia Amon who will not be moved by a few words, but you still have to pretend to be very excited.

"Have we got the production license and copyright permission certificate for NATO's weapons?"

"What is that?" Casare was stunned.

Best was stunned and blinked. The two of them just stared at each other. "Then what we made is not fake?"

"No, no, the explosion is real, and the explosives department even has more gunpowder. It will definitely not fail to kill people. It's not fake."

"I'm talking about copyright. What if we are sued?"

"It's already exploded. When they want to sue, go dig in the ground yourself. What copyright do you need for something that kills people? Don't worry about it." Casare waved his hand.

I'm selling weapons, and you still ask me for a patent?

I think you look like a patent!

Best wanted to laugh but felt it was inappropriate, so he could only laugh dryly.

"By the way, the boss has left you a position as deputy speaker in the military council. You don't need to do anything, just vote. When the time comes, click "Agree". This is the topic of discussion in the next stage. You can take a look first."

Casare handed over a document. Best's head was still confused. When did I become the deputy speaker again? Oh my God, what is this?

He opened the proposal brought by the other party, and it was written on it.

"On the form of greeting in public areas!"

Require all government agencies and soldiers to hang Victor's head portrait, and add "Victor Wansheng" when greeting and saluting!

When Best saw this topic, the first thought was, what a joke?

The second was, what the hell is this!

The third was, is Victor going to do King Vitor I?

His hands were shaking, not sure whether it was excitement or fear, but he knew that a man with a mustache in Germany during World War II asked for this.

"This is the proposal of Propaganda Minister Goebbels, what do you think?" Casare said, but his eyes were fixed on him, squinting.

"I think it's okay, and I think it should be passed down to ordinary people to do the same, and "insulting Victor" should be a crime." Best answered quickly.

Just like insulting their king in Thailand, you have to go to jail.

"Of course, I will ask someone to add it. Your proposal is very good. Boss Victor has contributed too much to Mexico, and we need to give him enough respect."

Should we build a temple for him?

Burn incense for him then?

Or invite Jesus out of the church and let Victor sit in it?

Best complained in his heart, but looked at Casare. If he dared to say it, the other party would definitely agree, and negotiate that it was his proposal in the following proposal, so that he could take the blame.

"Hi! Victor"!

Best suddenly stood up and raised his hand.

This is called a man of insight!

Anyway, the higher Victor stands, the more benefits he will get.

Who would dislike that his benefits are few?

Casare was very satisfied.

Best is still good, at least he has not abandoned his original intention.

Boss, I have investigated for you.

Victor in Vienna certainly didn't know that his trusted younger brother had prepared a policy for him to "raise his reputation" and improve his "personal beliefs".

Even if he knew, he would acquiesce.

Before Wang Mang usurped the throne, he didn't do it all at once, but slowly tested the bottom line of the people.

If the Mexicans can tolerate some of their "little excesses", then there will be nothing wrong with you even if you ascend the throne next.

Victor "stayed" in the hospital for three days, and then the American representative Asmiel Ward came again.

Tell him two "good news".

One is that the United Nations decided to expel Iraq!

Although the other party has notified that they will not send anyone to the United Nations, you made a unilateral announcement. Now the official directly asked you to get out, which has a different meaning.

"Is there going to be a war?"

"Soon, it should be in the next few months."

Victor nodded, and he was already thinking about who to send. The officer named Rommel was very good. He performed exceptionally well in the battle of Culiacan!

Maybe he can bring him a new surprise?

"What about the second thing?"

Asmiel Ward glanced at the door behind him, and Victor immediately understood. He asked everyone to go out and guard the door. There were only two of them left in the room.

"America needs you, sir!"

Victor almost laughed. Can you not be so serious? What do you mean America needs me? Bush Sr. wants a son? He can't give birth to one himself, so should I go?

Asmir Ward told Bush's idea of ​​"donating in exchange for military aid", and Victor's eyes gradually lit up.

"Only 2.5 billion US dollars?"

"Yes."

"I agree!"

"Don't rush to refuse... What? You agree?" Asmir Ward asked with his eyes open.

Victor nodded vigorously, "Of course! Mexico is the adopted son of the United States, and the friendship between us is known to the world. Isn't it just 2.5 billion? No problem at all!"

These words were passionate and touching. Asmir had prepared a lot of drafts, but now he had no room to play.

Brother, are you American or am I American?

Are you planning to be an adopted son?

Is the position so low?

I am embarrassed to say that.

And a mere 2.5 billion...

Is it so profitable to be a boss?

Asmir Ward's nose was red with envy. Although he looked so glorious, his annual salary was only more than 100,000 US dollars, which also included a lot of subsidies.

"Besides, the United States won't let me suffer, right? Can I see what options I have?" Victor finished his words. If you say you don't care and are polite, it will be funny if the Americans take it seriously.

I'll say it, and you won't be embarrassed to take advantage of me.

"Of course, here are all..." He took out the prepared military aid orders from his briefcase.

Victor almost "grabbed" them, and he glanced at them.

5 F14s, this is the dream plane, just his appearance makes people believe in him unconditionally.

Appearance can be eaten!

6 A-10 attack aircraft, each costing about 11.7 million US dollars!

This thing is very suitable for attacking drug dealers.

If the close-range mode is turned on, there are two modes, one is the weapon is 18 227 kg MK82 general-purpose bombs + 750 30mm cannons, 2 hours of battlefield patrol, and the combat radius is 463 kilometers at this time.

If the weapons are 2 AGM-65 "Maverick" air-to-ground missiles + ALQ-131 electronic jamming pods + 2 AIM-9 air-to-air missiles + 1350 30mm cannons, the combat radius at this time is 879km.

"Are all these taken out for military aid?" Victor pointed and asked.

Asmiel Ward took out his glasses and looked at them carefully, and nodded, "Everything that appears above can be obtained."

The Warthog was developed from the 1970s to the early 1980s when it was equipped to the US military. Its first battle was actually the "Gulf War", which means that it has not had a chance to perform yet!

But its performance has continued to blossom after the millennium.

There are many other items below, from large aircraft to small bullets. To be honest, Victor is very satisfied. These weapons can at least arm a lot of troops when they are taken back.

But as the saying goes, you can raise the price!

"I think we may be able to discuss it again."

He said with a grin.

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