Chapter 285 Victor: I only stab my godfather!
Mexico. Chihuahua Desert.
It is the largest desert in Mexico. It borders the United States in the northeast. It is very large, about the same size as the United Kingdom.
The weather is scorching.
You are wearing shorts, and your eggs are covered with sweat.
The lizard lying on the ground, turning over its body, sticking out its tongue, it's too hot!
NMDB, what kind of dog is suffering from the weather.
It's October, and it can still be so hot?
The cactus is sluggish, as if there are too many planes.
Suddenly, the lizard jumped up suddenly, and its pupils focused directly, and a black off-road vehicle was seen speeding in the desert.
There are some daily necessities on the roof.
You can tell at a glance that they are here for tourism...
The Chihuahua Desert always attracts some Americans. It's strange to say, don't these Americans know that Mexico is dangerous?
However, maybe this is the "meaning" of life—enjoying dangerous tourism and tasting the life of bullets opening the skull!
Zi~
The off-road vehicle came down, the door opened, and a woman came down from it, holding her stomach, with a painful expression.
The lizard smelled the blood in the air, crawled into the hole in the ground, and crawled along with the woman.
Climbed out from another place.
Then I saw the woman found a pile of cacti and squatted down...
"Huh?" The woman found that she seemed to be stepping on something under her feet, a little hard, not like soil, could it be a treasure?
Her eyes lit up, pulled up her pants, raised her hands and shouted, "Darling! Darling!"
The two men who were leaning against the SUV and smoking thought something had happened and ran over.
"There is something under here, do you think it is a treasure? It is said that there were Aztec treasures here before."
The two men looked at each other, and one of them stepped on it a few times with his feet, "It's new soil, it feels like it was just buried."
"Could it be that the drug dealers hid the money?" The woman asked.
As soon as this was said, the expressions of several people suddenly became interesting.
American and Mexican news often reported that tourists dug up the money hidden by drug dealers.
Mexican drug dealers like to dig holes. The money they get is not clean and needs time to be washed. But if there is no place to put it, they will hide it in unfinished houses, deserts, wilderness and other places.
In 1986, a family of five from Texas came to Mexico for a trip and found 600,000 US dollars in the wall of a hotel!
At that time, this matter was very noisy. They frequently went in and out of high-end places with this money and kept appearing in front of reporters.
Even joked that Mexico was their lucky place.
Then...
Five days later, they were killed by gunmen in the street of the mall!
But this still can't extinguish the spirit of exploration of some Americans (money is more important than life).
Anyway, it's not bad to get the money and live a carefree life.
"I'll get the tools!" said a man in a short-sleeved vest, running back to the off-road vehicle impatiently, and came over with two shovels.
The two big men dug hard, and the burial was not deep, only about one meter.
Bang~
They hit something, and several people looked at each other, not feeling dirty, and started directly.
Pull out an oil barrel from the ground.
It's still a bit heavy!
"Pry it open, pry it open!" The woman shouted excitedly.
But the two men had already found something wrong. Why didn't this barrel look like it was filled with money?
But since they had already pulled it up, they had to pry it open to see.
They hesitated and opened the lid of the barrel. As soon as they opened it, their eyes widened!
The woman also leaned over, her mouth opened so wide that she could fit a football in it. Her pupils shrank, "Ahh!!!!"
The lizard in the distance was frightened and ran away.
Really... Mexico, do you think you can dig anything?
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Luigi Cadorna was wearing a neat National Guard uniform. In such hot weather, he was meticulous and serious.
The subordinates next to him were the same.
There was no way. Luigi Cadorna was very strict, even harsh. He did not think that the National Guard was a second-line force. He always believed that the army would go to the front sooner or later.
Therefore, alcoholism and gambling are not allowed, and they are strictly required to undergo one training session per day.
The people below complained bitterly, but as the head of the Sonora State National Guard, he himself was also the leader of the training, and his subordinates could not say anything.
They could only train hard.
He walked into the quarantine area with his adjutant, where the forensic doctor was performing an autopsy on a corpse. If it was an ordinary person, it would be fine, because people died everywhere in Mexico.
But a locator was found in the man's anus, and it was unique to "Northern Mexico", which meant that he was an intelligence officer serving the Northern Army, and that the matter could be a big deal.
"Sir!"
Luigi Cadorna nodded, "How was the examination?"
The forensic doctor wore a mask and frowned, "The victim had been abused for a long time before his death, but in the end he was tied to a gasoline barrel, and then poured cement into it, suffocating him directly in it."
"The means are very cruel." Luigi Cadorna sighed.
The forensic doctor nodded and took out a piece of paper, "This is what I found on him."
Luigi spread it out and saw that it was a photo.
At the door of a house, a man was holding a little girl, and a little dog was squatting beside her. The little dog was sticking out his tongue and looked very happy. On the back was written: Good night ~ Sweet dreams ~
"Boss, the intelligence department is here." The adjutant next to him called out. Luigi Cadorna turned his head and saw a Hummer off-road vehicle driving in. Three men jumped out of it. After seeing his military uniform, they walked over and said, "Jeff Bennett, director of the first department of the News Bureau!"
"Are you the clown?" The adjutant exclaimed, his eyes stern, and whispered in the boss's ear.
"I like this nickname." Jeff Bennett smiled.
"I'll take my people home."
He glanced at the corpse sitting cross-legged in the distance, nodded to the two subordinates behind him, and the two walked over.
"Are you going to take the body away?"
"He will be buried in the cemetery of the Intelligence Bureau."
Luigi Cadorna nodded, as if he thought of something, "We found a photo of him with a daughter in it. Will the drug dealers..."
"Don't worry, his daughter is studying on Guadalupe Island."
The safest place in Mexico is there.
After all, it is the place where the "Victorian Emperor" rose. Problems can happen anywhere, over there? All of them are die-hard fans.
Jeff Bennett narrowed his eyes, "If you kill our people and don't retaliate, the Governor will scold us when he comes back."
Intelligence departments are all petty.
If you make a mistake in Mexico, Victor will help you fix it.
What are you afraid of!
As for not finding the murderer?
The organizational structure is complicated?
Wouldn't it be easy if you kill them all?
Luigi Cadorna glanced at him, and he could feel the other party's ferocity.
What a killer!
Guadalupe Island.
The total population has just exceeded 100,000.
In the military academy classroom.
Santos, Victor's godson and top fanatic fan, leaned on the railing, frowning and looking at the female classmates and teachers outside, and there were several men in military uniforms standing next to her.
"That's the uniform of the News Intelligence Bureau. Look at the badge on their chest." Camposter, a close friend, bumped Santos' arm.
"Could it be that something happened to Anna's family? I heard that her father works in the confidentiality department."
Santos turned around and glared at him.
What a bad mouth!
After more than ten minutes, Anna was taken away by the intelligence officers, and the teacher walked back to the classroom.
"Teacher, what happened to Anna?" Camposter was a bit thorny and raised his hand to ask directly.
The teacher glanced at the students looking down and whispered, "Anna's father died."
"Ah?!"
The students below exclaimed.
"Teacher, how did he die?"
"You will know later." The teacher obviously didn't want to say more about this matter, "Okay, let's go to the next class."
The students were listless in the following classes and didn't listen to anything they said.
After school, when Santos and Campost were walking home, the latter suddenly raised his head and said, "Tell me, what if I die one day?"
"Shut up!"
"How is that possible!"
Santos was furious, "Don't talk nonsense!"
Campost lowered his head, "But by February next year, we will join the reserve army, and anyone may die."
"I don't want you to say these unlucky words!" Santos pushed him angrily, "Or I will beat you."
Campost looked at him, and then laughed heartlessly, "Yes, when we get old, we will ride motorcycles together across Latin America!"
Santos felt heavy in his heart, lowered his head, and ran home directly. Campost behind him was calling him, but he didn't look back.
After running home, he locked himself in the house.
The mother knocked on the door outside.
But Santos was lying on the table, holding a candy box with his father's police badge inside. "Dad, what can I leave behind if I die?"
"Anna's father died, but he left nothing behind. One day when everyone forgets him, there will be no flowers for him on the Day of the Dead."
Santos shook his head vigorously. "I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. I swear to be the vanguard of the Godfather. I'm just afraid that someone will forget me when I die."
"No, it won't!"
Just when he was struggling, his mother knocked on his door. "Santos, Mr. Victor called you."
He opened the door suddenly. "Really?"
Santos ran over to pick up the phone and shouted nervously, "Godfather~"
"Hahaha, my child, today is your birthday. Happy birthday to you." Victor on the opposite side said with a smile.
"You...you know it's my birthday today?"
"Of course, I didn't forget. I prepared a gift for you. I'm sorry I can't come to your birthday."
"No...it's okay."
"I heard you're doing great in school. That's great. A real man is rising. Study hard. Our future career needs you, and I need you too."
Santos responded excitedly.
When he hung up the phone, his mother came over with a box, "This is a gift from the Governor's Office."
He couldn't wait to open it.
There was a wooden badge inside, which read: Salute, the bravest warrior of the future!
"Cool!" Santos was very happy to wear the medal on his chest, his eyes shining, and he hugged his mother, "I know no one will forget me!"
"Someone else is thinking about me, mom."
"If we sacrifice ourselves, someone will definitely remember it!"
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Of course, Victor didn't know that his "little" thing had changed Santos' mentality.
He actually treated any student the same way.
There are more than 17 military schools in the north, with about 20,000 students. The Governor's Office has a special department to help these students solve family problems and give them care in life.
For example, give them small gifts on their birthdays.
Let everyone know that Mr. Victor cares about you.
Damn!
When the 20,000 student soldiers are sent to the grassroots to serve as ordinary cadres, how many soldiers do you think can be pulled out?
What the school has to do every day is to recite their loyalty to him loudly in front of Victor's bust!
This set of "heart-recovering" combination punches can at least maintain Victor's rule for more than 50 years. If it continues, the "Vieri Family" will become a powerful family in Mexico.
At this time, he is constantly meeting representatives from other countries.
Although the DEA is not as important as the WFP and the OHCHR, almost everyone can see that Victor has great ambitions.
Just "allowing the DEA countries to send troops to each other" has broken the common sense of many people.
And in order not to violate the United Nations Convention, he defined this kind of military deployment as: military exercises, exercises, exercises, and live ammunition, who can say for sure?
Then we will go straight to Huanglong!
The most important thing is that the Governor's Office in northern Mexico directly invested 200 million US dollars in the DEA. It is rich and announced a 35% salary increase for employees!
Who can not love such a rich boss?
The main reason is that the gold finger is also generous!
Once he became the boss of the United Nations DEA, he was nominally qualified to intervene in global drug control, and the number of systems that can be summoned soared to 50,000!
In addition to this.
He also opened several production lines with two channels before and during World War II!
These include the famous T34, Tiger heavy tank, and Sherman.
Aircraft include F6F "Hellcat" fighter, P-38 "Lightning" fighter, etc.
And nuclear bombs!
This is a production line. As long as there is material, it can be produced continuously, and these products can be sold to the third world.
African warlords like things from World War II very much.
After all, points are still very expensive. If the arms business is exchanged by points alone, how long will it take?
Among the three lucrative industries, drugs must not be touched, so the only way is arms. At that time, a label will be put on it, specializing in World War II weapons, focusing on the low-end market.
In addition to these, even civilian technology is open, from personal life small appliances to travel tools, etc., all are available, from far to near, and products after the millennium need points to exchange, which is more expensive.
And Victor took a fancy to the drawings and production lines of a mobile phone called Simon. This touch screen device, which was supposed to be produced in 1, was only operated in 15 states in the United States and sold about 50,000 units, but it was ahead of the times with its innovation in many aspects.
In the 1990s when mobile communications just started, could he create an "Apple"?
Let him go public in Mexico and directly revitalize the local economy?
Build a "new beginning of humanity" in the north?
Directly enter a more time-delayed "personal enjoyment" era?
The election of the Executive Director of the Drug Enforcement Administration has brought more than one or two benefits to Victor. If he becomes the "sixth" good man...
He hurriedly shook off this unrealistic idea.
What a joke!
The world is in turmoil, and good people still sit there.
How many times has India applied to become the sixth?
Even the big guys who are closely related to him "play" with him, not to mention that the few bold ones behind him plan to set up their own "United Nations" and directly send troops to destroy you!
Don't think about it, don't think about it...
If you have any ideas, you will be beaten up tomorrow.
"Anything else?" Victor rubbed his temples, which were a little swollen and painful. It was also troublesome to deal with these things.
Secretary Krista Schroeder shook her head.
"Sir! Sir!" Jason Bourne ran over eagerly, staring, his mouth trembling, "Something happened!"
It was the first time that Victor had seen such a frightening intelligence chief. He frowned, "Why are you panicking? Is the sky falling?"
Jason Bourne nodded, "Almost."
"A plane flying from Central Asia to the United States flew towards the US airspace. The US Air Force went up to intercept it, but the other side increased its speed."
Terrorist attack! ?
"What was the result?"
"The US military launched a missile."
Victor didn't ask what happened next. What kind of plane could be hit by a missile?
"This is a cargo plane with only 7 crew members. It was originally planned to fly to Canada, but it turned directly to the US airspace. The tower received a call. The captain said they were hijacked by a group of Iraqis..."
Fuck!
Shadam's revenge?
It's impossible!
As long as he is not mentally ill, he won't do such a stupid thing, right?
And this is too coincidental.
Iraq had just withdrawn from the United Nations and declared war on the anti-Iraqi coalition, and then a cargo plane came to launch a terrorist attack, and it happened to be "Iraqis!"
This is too much of a coincidence.
The first thought in Victor's mind was, are the Americans directing and acting in this? !
For what?
Give yourself a victim BUFF bonus? Let the people at home support the foreign war?
Miss Secretary Christa Schroeder turned on the TV.
Such a big event must be reported.
As expected, a female spokesperson wearing glasses walked onto the stage, "We are outraged by the terrorist attack of hijacking cargo planes in Iraq! This inhumane and unscrupulous behavior is disgusting and despised!"
"The Pentagon has decided to declare a full-scale war on Iraq! Freeze its assets in the United States, and the army will enter a state of war!"
"Expel all Iraqis!"
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"When did this happen?" Victor suddenly asked.
"21 minutes ago." Jason Bourne looked at his watch and said.
"It seems that this speech has been locked in the safe for a long time, waiting to be taken out at this time."
The head of intelligence was stunned, and instantly understood what the boss meant.
"CIA is inhumane." Victor looked up at him, "They are like a dog, a mad dog! Maybe they tricked the cargo plane into flying to the United States for inspection, and then blew them up directly in the air with fighter jets, and pushed the blame to Iraq. Anyway, there is no evidence, who knows?"
"Dead people can't argue!"
Jason Bourne also felt cold all over.
I thought the people in the "Mexico Northern Governorate" were shameless, but the Americans were even more shameless!
They are indeed the descendants of robbers and bandits.
"This world is essentially the law of the jungle, and the only way to avoid being bullied is to make yourself stronger."
"Godfather?"
Victor took a deep breath, "I will stab my godfather sooner or later!"
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