Chapter 286 Anyone who comes out to defend himself will always be ambushed!
In his previous life, Wei must have been named Lu, Bu, and Paopi!
However, he might be tolerant.
"This is just speculation, don't talk nonsense." He glanced at Jason Bourne and said.
The latter certainly understood that this meal can be eaten carelessly, at most diarrhea, but you can't talk nonsense, it will kill people!
Many things that you think are wrong actually have the background of the CIA.
For example, Kennedy was assassinated!
And the famous "Maddox Incident", in fact, it was just an excuse for Lyndon Johnson to send troops to Vietnam.
And this time, the cargo plane "prepared" to hit important targets in the United States, more like a replica of "Operation Northwoods"!
The plan includes: innocent Americans were shot on the streets, and ships carrying refugees fleeing Cuba sank on the high seas. A wave of violent terrorism will be launched in Washington, D.C., Miami and other places, people will be framed for bombings they did not commit, and planes will be hijacked.
I wanted to use it as a reason for sending troops to Cuba at that time, but it was not approved in the end.
"Let our people keep an eye on the CIA. I'm afraid that when I sleep, he will persuade others to chop off my head." Victor's face was gloomy.
"The American bastards will not let me continue to develop like this. They don't want their dogs to threaten them!"
"If the anti-government forces in Mexico don't have the support of the CIA, can they recover so quickly?"
"Fuck TMDB!"
The whole room was filled with his curses.
"Sir, Asmiel Ward is here." Secretary Krista Schroeder whispered.
Victor's mouth was still very poisonous, "His legs are as fast as his fucking high X!"
"Please let him in."
Krista Schroeder automatically ignored Victor's curses and invited Asmiel Ward in.
"OMG!"
"Mr. Asmir, what's going on? I heard on the news that a cargo plane attacked the United States? Were there any casualties?"
"Damn it! Those Iraqis, such despicable means are simply outrageous!"
Asmir Ward was stunned.
Miss Christa Schroeder had a blank expression on her face, but if you look closely, you can see that her calves were tense, obviously buckling her shoes.
Jason Bourne looked up, a little dazed with his eyes.
If Lu Bu had been as fickle as him, maybe he wouldn't have been stabbed.
Looking at Victor carefully, Asmir Ward found that the other party's eyes were very clear, as if what he said just now was from his heart.
But, he didn't believe it!
What moral integrity do politicians have?
A beast in sheep's clothing, he is also a beast in essence.
"America needs you, Victor."
"It's my duty!" Wei Fengxian agreed very readily.
"Use your troops to quickly enter Kuwait and arrive at the military base before October 1st."
Is the war about to start?
This was Victor's first thought, and his heart was thumping.
Whether he could get a piece of meat in there depended on how tightly he held his thighs.
"Also, the White House hopes to complete the $2.5 billion military aid within three days. Mr. Bush asked me to ask when the money can be remitted."
When Asmiel Ward said this, his face was not red or breathless, and he was not embarrassed at all.
"Anytime!"
"Let someone tell my secretary the recipient, I will sign it immediately and let the bank transfer the money directly."
My family opened a bank, and there are a total of 3 "banks" under the "Hope" Group, which controls the currency circulation in northern Mexico and holds the money bag tightly in their hands. Do you want to rebel?
Remember to take out a loan!
When the time comes, I will give you 90% out and 13 back. Even if you want to overthrow Victor's tyranny, you must remember to pay the interest.
As long as the money is with me, there will be a lot of things left.
To consolidate Victor's rule, some things are not enough with just weapons. Why can a jungler rush in and destroy the crystal alone in the African matching mechanism?
But in the end, he died.
Because he is not good at economy. If he is fully equipped, who can beat him? To put it bluntly, the role of economy is underestimated.
But it is also understandable that it is not easy for African warlords to calculate how many people they have under their command.
Victor also plans to get the power of printing from the Central Bank of Mexico in a while.
At that time, Victor's head will be printed!
I, Victor, destroyed the Tijuana drug cartel in the west, suppressed Sinaloa in the north, and protected the facade of the National Palace of Mexico in the south. If my head is not printed, who is qualified to print it?
If it were in the past, not to mention the merits of creating the world, there is also the hard work of revitalizing the "Aztec" empire.
It's not too much for me to give myself a little influence?
"What about military aid?" Victor asked directly.
Let's talk business.
"Seven C-130 Hercules will arrive at Sonora Military Airport with the first batch of military aid worth more than 600 million US dollars, and will transport your soldiers to Kuwait."
"Okay!"
"The Iraqis completely ignored the peace treaty and brazenly launched a war. This shameful behavior must be punished." Asmiel Ward said righteously.
Victor nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, with an attitude of "I will do whatever the boss points to."
Yes, yes, you are right!
They are all actors!
After the two chatted for a few words, the other party left. Victor picked up the half-smoked cigar next to him and continued to smoke.
"Sir, our flight is still two hours away." Secretary Christa Schroeder said with a bent waist.
Jason Bourne was watching from the side.
This woman is quite scheming.
As soon as the sir looked up, oh, he saw the cleavage...
A woman who is very good at using her advantages.
However, I hope she can distinguish the position.
Sure enough, Victor looked up and was almost drowned by the ditch, but he just kept a glance and retracted his gaze.
What haven't you seen?
This thing is just two pieces of meat.
However, it is said that Gaddafi has a team of beautiful bodyguards, all of whom are very beautiful, and each of them can compete for supermodels.
I don't know if they are really used to block robbery.
Victor looked at his watch and frowned, "Change the flight, it's a bit rushed."
He hates rushing the most.
He was in a hurry and not at all decent.
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Langley, Virginia, USA.
At the gate of CIA.
The statue of former director William Webster was erected.
To commemorate this "warrior" who sacrificed his life for work.
Oh, yes.
This was donated by the FBI.
The CIA agents were so angry that they cried.
Old thief, you are going too far!
What is this equivalent to?
It is equivalent to the Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar erecting a statue of himself next to the Statue of Liberty.
Isn't this murderous?
How did William Webster die? It was your FBI people who accidentally fired the gun!
It is aggrieved, disgusting, and outrageous!
Even the White House has asked about this several times, but the FBI said that it was just for commemoration.
George Bush was so angry that his mouth was crooked, but he could do nothing about it.
The FBI has great power. The important bottom line of American politics, that is, the principle of separation of powers, is that the president cannot use his power to interfere with the investigation of the judicial department.
In other words, if the FBI wants to arrest the president, it is possible in principle.
In order to prevent the sculpture from being destroyed, the FBI also "patrolled in turns". If you, a CIA employee, dared to move, it would be a violation of public service.
You have no law enforcement power in the United States!
"Bang!"
Steven, a senior assistant of the CIA, pushed the door open angrily, his eyes were about to burst into flames.
"Didn't I teach you manners, Steven?" CIA Director Richard James Kerr was reading the information, and when he saw the other party's aggressiveness, he couldn't help frowning.
"Sir..."
"Go out and knock on the door again!"
Steven half opened his mouth, and finally had to go out in a huff.
Dongdongdong~
Richard James Kerr didn't let him in immediately, but took a sip of coffee slowly before speaking.
"Do you understand now? That's just here. If it were somewhere else, your impolite behavior just now would completely get you fired."
Senior assistant Steven smiled awkwardly.
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
"The sculpture that the FBI put outside our house has been there all the time? Isn't this disgusting to us?"
"Then are you going to fight them?"
Steven stopped talking immediately.
Da Guo, you've reached the end of your words, you know?
I'm just angry because of "work nature". You asked me to fight the FBI. If I get killed, wouldn't it be... nothing?
Richard James Kerr glanced at him, "We have to understand our advantages. We can't beat them at home, but abroad..."
He threw the pen, "Isn't it easy to kill them?"
As soon as he said this, I knew he was more pragmatic...
"The White House doesn't want us to make a big fuss now. We're going to fight."
Steven nodded in understanding.
"The family members of the cargo plane crew must also be dealt with."
"Someone has already gone there, disguised as an Iraqi gunman, to kill them directly, but..."
Richard James Kerr raised his eyebrows.
"However, the wife and children of a crew member went to Tijuana for a temporary stay. Victor there is a little unfriendly."
"Victor again!"
"Damn, this Mexican son of a bitch should be made into chicken rolls!"
I don't know why the CIA head suddenly got angry. He opened the account book on the table and poked the table hard with his fingers.
"Our business in Mexico has lost 27 million US dollars in dividends in half a year!"
"Fuck!"
"I can buy Victor's head for 27 million US dollars!"
The CIA is doing traditional business.
Do you know that the bodies of dead American soldiers are transporting drugs? It was said to the outside world that it was Frank Lucas, the black guy. In the 1970s when racial discrimination was serious, how could a black man become a top philanthropist?
Haha...
He just worked for the CIA.
The American soldiers who died in the Vietnam War would carry drugs in their coffins and hitchhike back to the country, and 75% of the profits belonged entirely to the CIA!
Arrested later? The FBI did it.
Frank Lucas betrayed 150 policemen and the CIA who cooperated with him. This incident caused a big stir at the time.
Everyone knew about it.
However, the FBI was not useless. The CIA wanted to assassinate Frank in China, but it was a pipe dream.
There was also the drug transport by police cars in the border area, which was done by the CIA.
Even the presidential plane transporting drugs was done by them.
This business has been in business for decades, and it is considered a tradition of the CIA. Otherwise, how can Congress provide such a small amount of funding in one year?
They have nearly hundreds of thousands of "employees" around the world. You have to let the brothers have money and food to eat. Otherwise, how can the brothers recognize you as their eldest brother?
Every CIA director does this!
Even Bush Sr. in the White House!
Everyone turns a blind eye and understands that the CIA is indispensable if the United States wants to maintain its overseas influence.
Isn't it just drugs?
Just sell it.
Americans are not sufficiently aware of the dangers of drugs, and a scandal later broke out.
On May 24, 2018, a "small", very "small" scandal broke out at Warren Air Force Base in Wyoming, USA. A military member of the 90th Strategic Missile Wing at the base was found to have taken drugs.
This is normal. If the US military takes drugs, then General Yu will lose face... It's not a big deal.
But the reason why this time caused a sensation is that they control one-third of the 400 Minuteman missiles in the United States.
Think about it…
Sucked high.
The little flying stick is coming...how scary!
Unless you do a steam human-machine verification before launching the missile, safety can be guaranteed.
The main reason why the United States is so "indifferent" to drugs is that its founding father, Thomas Jefferson, who drafted the "Declaration of Independence" was a TMD who specialized in growing "tobacco" on plantations.
Drugs have been America's business for hundreds of years.
But when you Victor comes, good guy, you will kill your partner in Mexico next door, and you will not allow smuggling across the border.
My business was cut in half!
However, employee benefits cannot be low. As the head of a family, Richard James Kerr certainly feels a lot of pressure.
The United States supports him now simply because the Statue of Liberty was bombed and the bottom line has been touched.
But your ban on drugs has touched the CIA's bottom line!
"Kill him, must kill him!"
Senior Assistant Steven said, "Sir, we have installed a bomb on the departing flight. It will definitely kill him in the Pacific Ocean."
"you promise?"
This once again left Steven speechless. He didn't know how to answer. He could only look at his watch with a smile and raised his eyes, "It's time, it's time!"
Just finished speaking.
Jingle bell bell~
A red telephone rang on the table, and Richard James Kerr hurriedly picked it up.
Steven stared at his expression nervously. He was obviously excited for the first ten seconds, but in the end his eyes were very disappointed, which was visible to the naked eye.
"I see."
He hung up the phone, raised his head, expressionless, "The plane exploded over the Pacific Ocean, but there was no Victor. He abandoned the plane half an hour before takeoff."
jump jump jump!
Richard James Kerr couldn't hide his emotions, "Fuck! So is Victor the illegitimate son of God?!"
No, God is a believer in Victor.
This cannot be done the other way around.
When Jesus came to Mexico, he had to visit the docks.
"Right now, go and blame Iraq for the bombing of the passenger plane. You are absolutely, absolutely not allowed to hook up with us."
"The records on the black box..."
"Boeing people are smart and they'll keep their mouths shut."
In the office.
Neither of the two bastards felt sorry for the innocent passenger who died.
To them, civilians are civilians, and they deserve to die. They are simply cold-blooded animals.
something…
It's not fair.
"I see!"
Steven was about to give instructions to guide public opinion when he heard the director calling from behind him to stop him.
Richard James Kerr had a sullen face and a fierce expression, "You should know what will happen to me and you if this matter gets out."
Gulu~
Steven swallowed.
Bush Sr. didn't know about this either. He did it behind his back. If word got out...
The two of them had to commit suicide to apologize no matter what. Thinking about it, "suicide" in prison made Steven tremble all over.
He doesn't want to die.
He holds the position of a senior CIA assistant. In addition to his annual salary, he has identity and status. He is an elite and he cannot die.
"Clean your tail."
right! Kill the other insiders!
Steven nodded vigorously, his voice trembling a little, "I...I understand."
He walked out, his legs a little stiff.
Inside the office.
CIA Director Richard James Kerr had his eyes drooped and took out a bracelet from somewhere in his hand. He muttered, maybe reciting: Amitabha.
Look, Victor is a believer in what Americans do.
…
"American Airlines flight UC712 crashed, killing 171 people on board! Before the plane took off, Governor Victor from northern Mexico and 41 of his subordinates did not board the plane. People familiar with the matter said that the explosion may have been caused by man."
"And a senior intelligence official said that the Iraqi intelligence agency played a special role in it, which may be related to the brawl at the United Nations!"
Saddam sat on the sofa with a gloomy face, holding a cigar worth hundreds of dollars in his hand. He had a bad temper, but he held it back.
This slanderous method is simply despicable!
Who are the people in the know? Stand up and let me see.
"Americans just like to rub their faces after they poop, and then pretend that someone else did it!" Saddam had a cold, and his voice was a little rough.
"Should we make a TV speech?" Saddam's half-brother Barzan, the person in charge of the Iraqi secret agency "Mukhabarat" next to him, asked with concern.
"Will they listen? Will the world listen? The United Nations is as proud as a rooster guarding its eggs. They don't allow anyone to be greater than them. Since they want to start a war, then fight. Order Qusay to be the commander-in-chief, Ibrahim Sattar to assist, and then send the Medina Bright Armored Division, Baghdad Mechanized Division, and Adnan Mechanized Division into Kuwait!"
"Destroy the US military and its allies on the coast of Kuwait!"
At this time, Saddam was in high spirits and arrogant.
He believed that he was creating the "Iraqi Empire", Kuwait was his "19th province", and the whole world was trembling under his iron cavalry.
His division has 250 T-72 tanks, 250 armored vehicles, 60 artillery pieces, and SAM anti-aircraft missiles that many countries have less equipment.
On his own territory, no matter how many Americans come, they will die!
But the intelligence chief Barzan is not so confident. He knows more. The US military has gathered more than 500,000 soldiers in Kuwait and is still increasing its troops.
The whole army is filled with a sense of "arrogance".
Barzan has tried to persuade him, but Saddam, who is the boss, will not listen at all.
He is so proud that all the counter-attacks are not pleasant to hear. Some people even persuaded him not to make such a bad relationship with the Americans and not to leave the United Nations.
But that person was executed.
Barzan is one of the few calm people at present. He always believes that the Iraqi army lacks air superiority, which is fatal!
He glanced at Saddam and shut his mouth wisely.
"Cough cough cough..." Too excited, perhaps thinking that he was about to become world-famous, Shadamu couldn't catch his breath, and coughed hard with his mouth covered.
Barzan stood up and poured him a glass of water and handed it to him, stroking his back.
"Uday, what is he doing recently?" Suddenly, Saddam raised his head and asked his eldest son out of the blue.
After all, he is his son, blood and family, he is still very nostalgic, otherwise he wouldn't be so proud of his success.
But of course, he is still rational, and he won't really give a dog a general. The East Asian who gave him the title of "Air Force General" must have some problems.
Uday has killed many people, and he has forgiven them all.
But Barzan's heart skipped a beat, he didn't like Uday very much!
He still couldn't forget his arrogant look when he went to "pick him up", as if he would kill himself when he came out.
Uday is a superhero.
Compared with him, his younger brother Qusay is the perfect monarch, who has the ability to rule Iraq.
Barzan knew that his brother was planning to pull his son out and send him to the front line before the war.
It was not for risking his life, but to supervise the army. After all, he himself came to power with the army in a coup, so he was naturally not very reassured.
However, Barzan was very smart. He would not go directly, which was very irrational. He shook his head, "Maybe he is reflecting, he will grow up."
Saddam was very suspicious. He could see at a glance that his brother was not sincere. He squinted his eyes and naturally substituted.
Barzan must know something, but for the sake of the father-son relationship, it is not easy to say more.
I can only say that he will grow up.
Damn, he is almost thirty years old. When I was his age, I was thinking about revolution, but he was still playing with women.
"Let him grow up again, tell him, let him stay and reflect, the position of successor does not belong to him now, and it will not belong to him in the future!" Saddam was very straightforward and direct.
Barzan lowered his head, expressionless!
As long as I am here!
Uday will never think of taking the throne!
But none of them cared. The female bodyguard standing behind Saddam had a twinkling look in her eyes and tightly gripped the gun in her hand.
She stared at Barzan with a bad face.
Uday has been the crown prince for so long. Do you think he is just a freeloader?
In a small country like Iraq, internal strife is also serious.
Power...
is poison in itself. It is normal to poison father and son today and brothers tomorrow.
Only the living deserve to enjoy power.
Boom!
The sky in Baghdad suddenly changed drastically, becoming gloomy and dark. It was only afternoon, and it changed. The thunder was deafening.
Barzan stood at the gate of the Hashemite Dynasty Palace and raised his head.
"The sky is going to change!"
...
Victor was now cold all over...
A gust of wind blew, and his scalp felt numb.
The plane he was on crashed!
Less than an hour before and after life and death, he almost went up to play Landlord with Jesus!
This was an assassination against him!
Iraq?
Mexican drug dealer?
American gangs?
Or even the CIA?
He had offended so many people that he couldn't pinpoint who it was.
Although his heart was pounding, he still crossed his legs, holding a cigarette in his hand, and said with a smile, "It seems that many people want my life, but they can't take it away. This advantage is mine!"
"Sir." Jason Bourne felt a little guilty. This was a dereliction of duty. If Victor really died in the Pacific, it would be a disaster...
This promising situation is about to be destroyed.
"I want to see the black box..."
"I'll have someone salvage it..."
"Don't bother, let someone else salvage it, and then just grab it. The data won't be falsified. Whether it was an accident or a man-made explosion, we need to see if anyone gets off the plane besides us."
"I don't believe that anyone would volunteer to be a human bomb!"
Victor adjusted his sitting position.
"Let my private plane and my guards come over. I don't trust anyone else."
"Vienna..."
"Then start with diplomacy. It's their fault. They can't protect our safety. No wonder Mr. Dollfuss was assassinated openly in the Chancellery!"
Just like Poland, it was destined to be struck by lightning.
If Victor's words were heard by the Austrians, they would be angry, of course.
Damn...
You have to be nervous when you go abroad.
Not friendly at all.
"Is this the first time I've faced assassination attempts?"
"The 16th time!"
Victor tutted twice and joked, "Maybe I can surpass Castro and become the person who has been assassinated the most."
"I hope I can live to see that day."
"By then, I will definitely be the most hated person in the world."
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