Chapter 291 Victor steals faith?

Chapter 291 Victor steals faith?

The world is really lively!

Richard von Weizsäcker smashed the first brick of the Berlin Wall, heralding the reunification of Germany, which had been divided into two countries by the Cold War!

Africa is still under fire and there is not enough food to eat.

The situation in the Middle East is becoming increasingly dangerous, and Lebanon is holding high the banner of revenge.

And in Asia…

The Tigers of Tamil Eelam launched yet another terrorist attack, injuring 79 foreign tourists in Sri Lanka and killing 21 of them.

In the United States, the CIA headquarters was bombed. Senior Assistant, Secretary of the Director's Secretariat, and Senior Advisor for North America Steven Steve was affected by the explosion and was pronounced dead three hours after being sent to the hospital.

The world is indeed a grassroots team, and the biggest way to solve problems is indeed the use of violence.

White house.

Green veins could be seen on Bush's forehead. The president, known as a "gentleman," looked at CIA spokesman Richard James Kerr across from him with burning eyes.

Floyd I. Clark of the FBI was sitting next to him with his hands folded and a proud look on his face.

If you don't speak Chinese, Gao Lu will give you a song with a cheerful rhythm.

As long as my opponent is defeated, I am happy.

In fact, Floyd I. Clark didn't know why he hated the CIA.

Maybe…

This is the mission of the FBI!

boom!

Bush clenched his fist and slammed it on the table so hard that the pen holder next to him was knocked to the ground. "Where did you run when that happened?!"

"I...I was protected by security personnel and left." Richard James Kerr said with a red face. Looking at the other party's increasingly unfriendly expression, he didn't know what was wrong. "I know the murderer is who!"

Bush opened his eyes, and FBI's Floyd turned his head and looked at him with a confused look on his face.

"It's Victor! Victor from Mexico!"

"Where's the evidence?" Bush looked at him with squinted eyes, expressionless.

Richard James Kerr's face turned red. He had evidence of fart, and he said something out of nowhere, "Steven swore to Jesus that while he was alive, Victor could never betray the United States, and now he is dead." ,That…"

"enough!"

Bush couldn't listen anymore.

The expression on Freud's face relaxed. He thought his "credit" had been robbed. It turned out to be "metaphysics".

The FBI has a very good relationship with Victor, and he doesn't mind giving his little brother a few "fair words."

"Mexico has a very good relationship with us, and Victor respects us very much. Speculations like yours can easily have a bad impact. How do people outside view us? The director of the CIA in the United States is actually a superstitious liar?!"

Richard gritted his teeth and looked at him.

"That's it..." Bush was about to speak when he heard the phone on the table ringing. His tooth ached when he heard the phone, but he picked it up anyway.

He didn't know what the other person said, but he looked at Richard. The CIA boss was restless.

"I see."

Bush hung up the phone, "Suicide attacks occurred at all CIA headquarters in South America, North America, Central America and the Sahel. A total of 67 people, including British and French intelligence personnel, were killed..."

"besides…"

"An Argentinian newspaper reported that the CIA has underground activities of trafficking women!"

"And these attacks are all from an organization from the "Black Death"... Fak! When you sit in this position, do you just think about eating when you open your eyes every day?"

Trafficking in women?

Floyd stared at the other man.

Richard's hands were shaking, his pupils shrank, and he hissed, "Sir, you know this...CIA better than I do."

Quiet!

Very quiet!

Floyd moved his butt. Are these words he can listen to now?

Richard's meaning is obvious, boss, these problems were already there when you were the CIA. Don't pretend to be me. I am black and you cannot be white.

"You should know what you're talking about, Richard." Bush crossed his arms.

"Get out!" Before the other party could say anything, Mr. President yelled, picked up the documents on the table and threw them at them, "Get out!"

Richard covered his head and ran away in embarrassment.

"You're responsible for this, Floyd."

"clear!"

The FBI boss straightened his body and responded. Bush rubbed his temples with a headache and waved his hand.

Floyd walked out cautiously and saw Richard standing outside the door in despair.

Seeing the other person like that, Floyd glanced at him, walked over, and patted him on the shoulder, "If you have no food to eat, you can come to the FBI, and I will reserve the position of deputy director for you."

Weird!

Richard immediately got angry. Looking at Floyd's figure, he rushed up and kicked him!

He directly kicked him to the ground, pressed him behind him and hit him hard. Floyd was stunned, but he recovered quickly. After all, he was a front-line policeman, and he was very strong physically. He turned his head He held down Richard's head and tucked him under his arm with his backhand.

My glasses were all broken.

The CIA boss and the FBI talkers are fighting with each other.

The staff outside saw this and quickly pulled them away.

Listening to the noise outside, Bush, who already had a big head, suddenly became furious. He opened the door and was about to scold him when he saw two "generals" fighting, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Richard! Floyd!!!"

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At this time, Victor was accepting an exclusive interview from the Mexican News Agency in the Castle Hotel.

"let's start."

President Hernandez nodded toward the cameraman and began the interview.

"Hello, Mr. Governor, first of all, congratulations on your successful election as executive director of the Drug Enforcement Administration. What do you think this means? In other words, what are your next work arrangements?"

"What I want to do is very simple, which is to portray the miracle of northern Mexico in the world and create a world without drugs. I will use my authority to cooperate with other countries..."

This is live!

In other words, it can be seen in large and medium-sized cities in northern Mexico.

"Dad, it's General Victor!" In a middle-class family in Tijuana, a curly-haired little boy sat in a rocking chair and watched Victor on TV, shouting in a babyish voice.

The parents who were in the house hurriedly ran out and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the governor with his legs crossed.

"Oh my god, I knew there were rumors spreading everywhere, how could Mr. Victor die." The hostess even cried.

There are a few rumors that have been widely circulated recently.

Victor escaped a bullet to the head, but died in the subsequent assassination, and the murderer was the "Jalisco New Generation" who is currently very low-key in Mexico.

Some people also say that Victor was secretly executed by the Austrians.

Anyway, there are a lot of rumors of all kinds. Even in the 21st century, some people will believe some outrageous news, and there will be a lot of unofficial stories.

It was said that Roosevelt and Churchill were having an affair. The two were on the bed. Churchill touched each other's chest and said: My dear, I can't do Germany anymore. Come join me.

Roosevelt's masculinity suddenly exploded, and he started chewing on Churchill while holding him in his arms.

There is a market for a bunch of nonsense and rumors about monsters and monsters, not to mention the 1990s when network communications were not yet developed enough?

The whole north thought Victor was dead!

Someone even wrote a letter asking the Governor-General to announce his death!

Many unsuspecting citizens are ready to mourn.

This is why Victor asked the Mexican News Agency to do a live broadcast.

Stabilize military morale!

"There is currently a large-scale riot in northern Mexico. Do you have anything to say?" Hernandez looked at the note in his hand and asked.

Victor adjusted his sitting posture and looked solemn, "I know that some drug dealers and thugs who do not want to see peace in Mexico are destroying hard-won lives. I have nothing to say. I only have one sentence..." He pointed at the camera, " Bastards, you have to bear the consequences for causing trouble. From now on, anyone who does not put down his arms and surrender within half an hour will be regarded as resistance. I allow my soldiers to use violence to solve the problem!"

He also looked down at his watch and said, "The countdown has begun."

Hernandez also didn’t expect Victor to be so harsh!

This is a live broadcast to millions of people...

In the northern city of Mexicali, Baja California.

The city hall deliberately broadcast Victor's "warning" on the city's radio, and in the streets, loudspeakers counted down.

"It's the last 25 minutes! If you don't surrender, we'll shoot!" The leading police officer also spoke in Spanish and English.

"I want to go home, I want to go home...don't shoot!"

"Don't leave, don't leave, don't leave. There are so many of us, how can he kill them all?" A blond man with a fluent London accent shouted loudly.

This is actually... foreign aid. If you look around the world, many riots are directed by someone.

The dragged Mexican shook his hands vigorously, "Let go, you don't want your life, I want my life too, the tyrant never talks in a joking way, he said he'd beat you to death today, even if Jesus comes to plead for mercy..."

"Come on, the police's heavy machine guns are coming out." I don't know who shouted.

A group of local people hurriedly stood aside to surrender with their hands raised, but with a dozen or so people in the middle, they were a little at a loss.

"Shoot!" The sergeant leading the team waved his hand.

"Head, it's not even half an hour yet."

"Austria time is different from Mexico time."

The machine gunner pulled the bolt of his gun and fired at the people who were still swaying from side to side.

The sky was filled with blood mist.

The native Mexican squatted on one side holding his head and shivering.

Let’s see…

Outsiders just don’t know local customs.

"Boss, what should we do with these people who surrendered?"

The sergeant leading the team looked ferocious and his hands were itchy.

"Head, you can't kill him. This... this... the general said that surrender would be a forgetful thing." The subordinate next to him saw his smile and pressed his hand.

The police chief frowned and clicked his tongue twice, looking a little disappointed.

"Drag them down and throw them into jail. They will be tried one by one. If they are guilty, they will go to jail."

The subordinates saluted and responded loudly.

Mexicali is just a microcosm. According to incomplete statistics, after "Victor's threat", more than 50,000 thugs surrendered on the spot within ten minutes. Likewise, some stubborn people simply surrendered on the spot. destroy!

The good news media called these 30 minutes: "The Devil's Judgment."

Victor's reputation and courage are once again deeply rooted in the hearts of the Mexican people.

Some people who like him even took out his bust and knelt down to worship him, calling him a loving father!

And those who hate him can only hide in secret and keep cursing the tyrant.

And at a banquet that night, it was originally a charity party hosted by a rich man in Austria, and many celebrities were invited.

Victor is among them.

He has been in too much limelight recently.

But he met many reporters at the scene, including a Spanish reporter holding a microphone.

"Mr. Victor, you implement a high-pressure policy in the country. Have you ever thought about such inhumanity?"

Victor ignored him.

But this guy still pursued him, "It is said that your father also sells drugs for some people..."

Now, good guy, Victor had already had enough of this reporter's nagging. Then, with everyone's shocked eyes, he pushed away the bodyguard, went up and beat the reporter hard!

She grabbed his microphone and hit him on the head.

Calling you a dog R is nonsense!

"You bitch, you just know how to hide behind and beep, beep, beep, if you have the temper, roll up your sleeves and touch each other to see who is whose father!"

"Help! Help!!" the reporter shouted heartbreakingly.

The people next to me were shocked!

But the ones who reacted fastest were my colleagues, who pulled the shutter hard beside me.

Oh haha!

Long live Victor!

With you, we won’t be afraid of not having enough to eat. You are simply the “sage of journalism.”

Ethan Hunter was confused next to him, so he just stopped him casually and ignored him.

Why are Spanish people so mean-mouthed?

When he was tired from beating him, Victor kicked the opponent into the pool at the door and threw the microphone into it.

Cool!

Do you really think I get on stage just to give a speech?

I rely on my fists.

"Call the police quickly."

"Yes, call the police!"

Someone took out his mobile phone and called the Vienna police. When the other party heard that the Mexican governor had beaten someone, his head was pounding.

I could only say perfunctorily that I would report the matter.

The Austrian top management also felt that Victor was causing too much trouble and planned to have a good chat with him.

We can’t say that they are deported, we can only say that they hope that the other party can return to their own territory.

The Spanish reporter who was beaten directly filed a complaint against Victor, demanding compensation of 6 million US dollars!

…

"This riot caused by drug dealers and thugs resulted in the death of 112 innocent people and 1.2 billion in property damage..."

The secretary said to Acting Governor Casare.

"How many people surrendered?"

"There are 71,212 people in prison."

"I don't like fractions, so I'll pick 1,212 people and execute them collectively!"

Fortunately, he is kinder.

If it were Victor, he might say kill the integers.

"The New Federal Organic Law will be enacted at this time!"

This is a code that was put together through brainstorming for more than a year. It has several features.

1. It emphasized Victor's identity and status, and insulting the Governor in public will be punished with 10 lashes, all at once, and a fine of 3,000 pesos.

Another thing is to change the way they greet each other, ask to raise their hands when meeting, and call Victor.

Then the governor's bust was hung in squares and public places.

Even the "New Federal Organic Law" stipulates that the Vatican's sending of priests to preach must also be subject to the approval and consent of the Governor-General.

Otherwise, it will all be counted as "smuggling".

Of course, Victor cannot ban their beliefs at once, but anyone with a discerning eye actually knows that he is testing. If the Vatican can accept it, will he be able to incorporate Victor's theory into the "Mexican version" in the future?

At that time, His Majesty, the commander-in-chief of the sea, land and air and the Holy Emperor who unites the three religions?

As soon as this clause came out, people in northern Mexico had to pray to Victor while eating.

However, it will be a matter of time.

Jesus didn’t give you food to eat, Emperor Wei did!

Rule is not that easy, and swords and guns alone are not enough. Victor plans to leave his mark on the lives of Mexicans based on their thoughts, lifestyles, and habits.

In fact, this seems absurd, but it is true. How many warlords in Africa are part-time local wizards? Yahya Jammeh also said that he could cure AIDS and it was God’s instruction.

Later, after the 21st century, a speaker in a certain Southeast Asian country criticized Christianity and even established a sect of his own.

Anyway, the world is really amazing.

As soon as this "New Federal Organization Act" comes out, there will definitely be some opposition.

for example…

Vatican!

“Give your faith back to God!”

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