Chapter 318 Victor: I think everyone is a traitor and a nobody!

Chapter 318 Victor: I think everyone is a traitor and a nobody!

“5.232 billion!!” Points!

Victor suddenly felt quite complacent.

I see the United States as a chicken and a dog, I see the British Empire as a dead bone in a grave, I see the French chicken as a drunkard, I see the Soviet Union as a miserly old slave…

I go after them one by one, picking one by one.

Now I am very inflated.

In fact, the scope of “nuclear weapons” is really wide. There are large bombs like the US B53, and there are also little boys that were the favorite of Showa men during World War II. Although they are called that, they are not small. They are 3 meters long, 71 centimeters in diameter, weigh 4.4 tons, and have an explosive equivalent of about 15,000 tons!

During the weapons competition during the Cold War, many strange nuclear weapons were also invented.

For example, the W54, known as the “self-destructing artillery” and “suicide artifact”, has a launch distance of four kilometers. When it explodes, all lives within a radius of 5 kilometers are wiped out, and high-rise buildings within 600 meters are reduced to ruins. The nuclear radiation range after the explosion can reach 10 kilometers.

For several weeks after this, soldiers were not allowed to conduct military operations in this area.

As expected of the "human elite", Tom Cruise came and couldn't walk out of the battlefield alive.

As for the Tsar bomb like Big Ivan...

TMD, is it used to fight aliens?

If you throw it down, the plate will move a few centimeters. Don't underestimate these few centimeters. This is a big step for the extinction of mankind.

Tsunamis, earthquakes and all kinds of natural disasters will come.

Victor is a madman, but he won't do this.

"Huh?"

He suddenly saw a red "exclamation mark" in the upper right corner and subconsciously clicked it.

A line of words popped up.

"It is known that if you occupy six states in Mexico (California, Sonora, Sinaloa, Nariate, Chihuahua), you can start the weapons research and production mode, and you can exchange for weapons and daily necessities production lines before 1990."

"Occupy twelve states, you can exchange for weapons before 2000, occupy 24 states, and exchange for weapons before 2010..."

Victor was a little stunned. Isn't this given after occupying half of the country? How come it's in advance?

Is Goldfinger afraid that he will be killed later?

Victor also laughed and shook his head. After clicking it, he found that there was a search bar on it. Just click on the things you need.

He carefully entered two words: nuclear weapons.

A lot of things popped up at once, including drawings, production lines and necessary materials.

The cheapest thing is the finished product. The W54 and the matching M-388 launch tube mentioned above, these two things cost nearly 1 billion points! ! !

"Fuck!" Victor cursed. This is too expensive. Although this thing is not cheap, how many drug dealers do I have to kill to make such a thing?

It doesn't have much practical value. Do you want the Northern Army to charge into battle with a warhead of more than 20 kilograms?

A picture suddenly came to my mind.

The boy on board, the pig warrior? The one running under the sunset is my "lost" youth.

As for the B53 of the US military, well... it's worth millions of daddy!

Forget it, 5.2 billion points are far from enough.

Mexico's "volume" is still too small, not enough for Victor to kill.

If it were the whole world, there would be more than 200 million drug-related people!

If they were all killed!

Even the mustache guy would have to call him brother, right?

But it is very likely that Victor will be beaten by the whole world.

Of course, this is the current strength, and it is hard to say in the future!

Victor frowned, but slowly relaxed again.

I am now the director of the United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime, and there will always be someone who needs me.

Isn't this world full of idiots who think that drugs can really be a pillar industry?

What we need to do now is to continue to build up troops!

Recruit another 100,000 people!

Other points can be used to exchange for production lines to improve the development of heavy and light industries.

Europe and the United States will definitely curb their own economy. In the short term, the domestic economy will definitely not rise.

Those tens of millions of people will have no money to earn, and they will complain.

Build military factories and find exquisite customers in Africa or Europe. Doesn't the CIA like to support others? You can do the same, earn foreign exchange, and increase your influence.

Kill two birds with one stone.

It would be best if you can find a teammate who also supports drug prohibition.

As soon as a name popped up in Victor's mind, he heard a knock on the door. He shook his head, called out "Come in", and took a sip of the coffee in front of him.

Then he saw Casare walk in.

"Is the press conference ready? How is the response?" Victor asked with a smile.

"Perhaps, my wanted list will be issued to the whole world soon, and I may have a place in the International Court of Justice in The Hague." He said teasingly.

"International Court? I, Victor, do not recognize its legitimacy. If we are pushed to the limit, they will declare us a terrorist organization tomorrow. They don't even have a division, but they dare to want us. What do they rely on? Relying on face?"

The winner of the face fruit?

Victor specializes in face!

"Boss, do you think those people in Europe and America will really buy drug dealers?"

"The country that claims to be a saint has its own national conditions. With your proposal, even those people who talk big are now in a dilemma. In addition to the opposition at home, they are likely to invest in the purchase. You will never think of what magical things Europeans and Americans can do."

Victor wiped the table with a napkin and threw it into the trash can. "Open the border, don't set up obstacles, allow citizens to leave Mexico and enter the United States, especially those drug addicts, they must be sent out, and they must not be allowed to return, let them benefit the Americans."

"The population will be lost a lot at once." Casare said worriedly.

"We have also reduced a lot of pressure, and if there are hundreds of thousands of Mexicans in a city on the border, you will definitely...what will happen to the local security?"

Mexicans are also bullies in prisons in America.

"There are some good shows to watch." Victor couldn't help laughing.

"Then do you want to bury some more weapons on the rivers, wilderness, and groves on the border?" Casare asked in a low voice.

"Why be so careful? Just go to the border and sell it openly. The Americans are talking about selling it within the borders of Mexico. It's their property. If they want to take it over, it's none of our business. As long as they leave the last peso in Mexico, it's fine."

"Understood!"

"Also, I plan to assemble several large arsenals and ports. You go pick a few suitable places. Don't spread this matter for now."

Casare's expression moved. Seeing the boss's slightly serious expression, he nodded seriously.

"Casare..."

"The struggle is ongoing. We still have a long time." Victor sighed.

December 7, 1990.

This is destined to be recorded in the history of Mexico.

The Governor's Office skipped Mexico City and directly signed a "Measures for the Implementation of Free Entry and Exit of People in Northern Mexico."

People who want to leave Mexico are allowed to leave through 16 ports in the north, but they are also regarded as automatically giving up their nationality and will not enjoy the benefits.

Once this proposal comes out, it will be too much.

Many people who are dissatisfied with Victor are all ready to "run"!

When they left, they told their neighbors that they were patriotic, but they were just afraid of being persecuted by Victor.

Um... you were reported on the spot for spreading rumors and causing trouble, and you still want to run? Your whole family was thrown into prison.

You don't sell drugs or take drugs, what are you afraid of?

Only those who are not clean and have little confidence in their own background will run away, and they still say they are patriotic.

Is Victor short of you or starving you?

At the port of Mexicali, there are crowds of people, and some people are driving cars and honking their horns.

The National Guard stationed here stared at them with guns and unfriendly faces.

"I'm out! I'm finally out!!" A man with glasses dragged a suitcase with a tired face, but when he stepped into the American territory, he knelt on the ground and kissed the land.

Tears flowed down, which was simply touching for those around him.

Only he knew what efforts he made to escape!

He sold his daughter and wife to a bachelor, and ate puffs for a few days, and he finally got enough money to live in the United States!

Heaven, he is here!

There are many people like him around, crying bitterly.

Mexico has many spiritual Americans. If there is no Mexico, to be honest, the vote base of the Blue Party will be reduced by half, and most of the people are from here.

Tsk tsk tsk...

The dog-raising plan was successful.

A group of people walked towards the border, but suddenly saw a group of American soldiers. They waved happily and greeted in broken English.

But who knew that the group of Americans rushed over with sticks and beat the "smugglers" hard.

They were beaten to a bloody mess immediately.

He kept shouting, "Go back!"

"Don't hit me, I want to be an American, I want to be an American..." The glasses man's glasses were knocked off, and he fell to the ground with his head covered, shouting loudly, "You are invading my people..."

An American lieutenant next to him went up and kicked him in the mouth, and his teeth were neat and could be replaced.

"Charge! Charge into America!!"

I don't know who shouted this in the crowd, or it could be someone else, the originally slow-moving crowd and convoy rushed into the United States like a lost siege.

Thousands of people...

They were so dense that they looked scary, and their faces were hideous, as if they would kill anyone who blocked their way.

The American soldiers were all trembling. Some of them couldn't help but raise their guns, but they were held down by the leader. "Do you want to die? If you shoot, no one can save you! Didn't you see the bus over there?"

Less than a hundred meters away in the United States, there were many buses parked with banners on them, "The United States Human Rights Council welcomes Mexican refugees!"

Some people wore volunteer vests and began to distribute hot water and supplies. Some people rushed to the US military and scolded them.

They are simply monsters.

This is a feature of American political parties. Some people don't like foreign populations, and naturally some people like them. They want votes!

First of all, among the basic voter groups of the Blue Party, some are "white left" groups with strong sympathy. They need these people to fulfill their political intentions.

No matter what you do, as long as you come, we welcome you.

Is there a city where prostitutes, thieves, drug dealers, and murderers gather together?

Yes, it's called Miami.

There are 16 ports, and more than 300,000 "refugees" flow in in just one day.

This makes the ruling party very unhappy!

"Victor, what on earth are you going to do!!!" Donald Rumsfeld shouted angrily on the other end.

Victor took the microphone away, and the other end's tone was a bit loud.

"What are you talking about? Sir, I don't understand what you mean."

"Why did you let those Mexicans enter the United States? This behavior is smuggling!"

"Oh." Victor said lightly, watering the green plants by the window, and said, "Then you shoot them."

Donald Rumsfeld's breath was stuck in his chest when he heard this.

"They yearn for a new life, and the United States can give them a new life."

"Treat them well, Mr. Donald, these are all your votes. Okay, I have a meeting to go to, welcome to call next time."

"Hello, hello!!"

Donald Rumsfeld shouted twice, but the tone was busy.

"Fuck!" He couldn't help but curse.

He has been in politics for so many years, and he has never seen such a difficult opponent, mainly because he has no moral bottom line and his moral integrity is flexible.

Shameless person.

He stood by the window and could see supporters of the Blue Party outside holding flags symbolizing freedom and refugees and asking the Bush administration to take them in.

Donald frowned. After he returned with the bodies of the dead American soldiers, Bush did not break his promise and let him work in the Immigration Bureau.

Wang Defa!

I'm going to the Pentagon!

Draft a XX!

Although he cursed, he still took office.

Encountering such a problem right at the beginning was simply incompatible with Victor.

"Director, Director..."

A fat man walked in from the outside, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and holding a document in his hand, "The United Nations Human Rights Council requires us to accept 60,000 Mexican drug dealers and find psychiatrists for them."

Donald's head exploded when he heard it, and he directly snatched the document.

"No, this won't work..."

"The Congress has agreed." The fat man on the other side said helplessly, "and decided to place them in Florida."

"What are you doing with these garbage?! Throwing them into the stove to get warm is disgusting because they are sick all over. What are you doing with them!" Donald said dissatisfiedly.

The deputy director wiped the sweat from his forehead and was careful as if he was serving a master. "The Congress has agreed to this matter and allocated funds."

Donald: %￥ # % # %￥!

The curse was so dirty.

"No, I'm going to find old Bush. There is no benefit at all."

"Director, Director..."

Watching Donald run away, the deputy director shook his head.

But in fact, the old defense minister was unhappy, and those other European and American countries were also unhappy. When Casare said that he would give them a day to consider, otherwise he would kill all the drug dealers, they criticized from the commanding heights.

The human rights department came directly to the door for this criticism, and morally blackmailed them and "hoped" they would pay money to "buy" people.

This confused Britain, France and other countries. We just talk without any hesitation, which doesn't mean we really want to do this.

However, the human rights department blocked the door of the office.

We had to accept it.

200,000 drug-related personnel were directly divided among several countries. The United States was the largest country, with 60,000 people.

In the end, no one was happy.

When Victor heard the news, he was obviously stunned, "No, do they really want it?"

Casare nodded, "The down payment has been paid in, and it is still through the United Nations account."

Victor scratched his head.

"Boss, did we really release these?"

"Release! Since someone paid, we must keep our promise. If they like it, give it to them. Tell them to take it away quickly. We have to thank them in the newspaper."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away." Casare nodded, "Boss, according to your instructions, I have found several suitable ports. One is San Felipe Port in Baja California, and the other is Libota Port in Sonora, and Tiburon Island. They are all located in the Gulf of California and can directly enter the Pacific Ocean."

Victor found several places he mentioned on the map behind him. They are all very good. "Let the military and construction department take a look. If suitable, all of them will be built into large home ports."

Home port?

Casare was stunned, "Boss, do we still need aircraft carriers to fight drug dealers?"

"Maybe." Victor smiled and squinted at the map. "The time left for us is very tight."

Casare nodded as if he understood.

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On December 9, the Governor's Office ordered to stop the cleanup of drug dealers and gather the drug dealers to hand them over to the buyers.

On December 16, the drug dealers were first transferred to the United States through the port, starting the largest population transfer.

The border of Sonora State.

A convoy of hundreds of transport vehicles stopped at the port in a shocking manner, and the drug dealers with their hands tied were driven down.

"Hurry up! Jump down!" The Northern Army whipped hard with a whip.

Dozens of drug dealers with bruised faces and noses jumped down from the cars in panic, fearing that they would be beaten. Some of the unlucky ones sprained their feet when they jumped down, and they cried in pain.

"What? Can't walk?"

A female drug dealer was trembling all over. When she heard the voice of the Northern Army, she looked to the side in horror, "Pull me, pull me!"

The drug dealers were like zombies, numb and deaf.

The Northern Army looked at her and smiled.

He took out his gun and shot the female drug dealer in the head.

His hair was flying up, his temples were filled with smoke, and he fell to the ground twitching with eyes wide open.

Representatives from several parties who were meeting at the front turned their heads when they heard the gunfire.

"Hey! What are you doing? What authority do you have to kill them?" A capable woman in a suit shouted dissatisfiedly towards the Mexican people.

"Okay, I'll refund you 2,000 yuan." Colonel Heinrich Luipold, the head of the cleanup department, glanced at the soldier next to him, who took out the money from the bag he was carrying and handed it over.

"If the goods are not delivered, we will give you a full refund. Don't worry, we are much better than the British in terms of integrity."

"As long as the price is negotiated, we will compensate you if it doesn't come into your hands."

The woman was stunned, "You are disrespectful, you guys...oooooo!" She was about to curse, but someone covered her mouth and dragged her away.

Heinrich Luipold smiled and said, "I like this lady's love. It's very good. I think the Virgin Mary is definitely such a warm-hearted person. I hope to see it if I have the opportunity."

Do you want to see if her heart is warm?

The British representative and the American representative looked at each other with expressions as if they had eaten dog shit.

"A total of 4,127 people, oh, 4,126 people, this is the first batch."

The British guy took the list and looked at it casually before signing his name. Suddenly he raised his head and asked, "Were you the ones responsible for the bloody case at the International Court of Justice?"

Heinrich Luipold glanced at him, "Didn't you see the reward? 6 million, someone will take action."

The British guy looked ugly.

"Your behavior is provoking the inherent order." The U.S. representative said with a frown.

"Then you still want to fight? If you want to fight, just do it directly. If you don't want to fight, get out." Heinrich Luipold waved his hand, "Mother-in-law, you have no manly courage at all."

Arrogant!

It’s really arrogant!

Heinrich Luipold glanced at them, turned around and walked away. After taking two steps, he stopped and said, "Oh, by the way, the Falkland Islands belong to Argentina!"

Defense broken!

Families!

The British fell in love immediately.

"Calm down, calm down, Baron William." The American pulled him and lay in his ear and said, "Don't fall into his trap. If you rush up, we will all be killed. Look at the north around you. Army soldier."

Oh, still a baron.

Heinrich Luipold obviously heard what the two of them said, and turned back to take a deep look.

But just this look made both of them feel like the hairs on their bodies were exploding, as if they were being looked at from the inside out.

The anger level of the British guy was instantly cleared. He looked around, and sure enough, the Northern Army men were all looking at him aggressively, with very unkind eyes, and their fingers were on the trigger.

After Heinrich Luipold left, the British gentleman took a deep breath and began to adjust himself, "If you hadn't pulled me, I would have gone up to fuck him just now. I am the highest level in karate and judo."

It's just a bullet.

"I believe it, I believe it."

The Yankee nodded, "Baron William, we should be more united in the fight against Mexico."

"What about?"

"This matter needs to be discussed with our director. I will be responsible for passing on the message."

William looked at him in surprise, "Does your CIA have a new director?"

Can we still have a good chat?

Do you know that you can easily get beaten if you talk like that?

"Yes!"

Baron William nodded, and suddenly asked in a gossipy tone, "Then was Mr. Richard really poisoned to death by a woman's inflammation? This is said throughout Europe."

"It's so ridiculous, this is simply ridiculous!"

"I think so too. I've slept with more than 1,000 women, and I've all..." His voice suddenly stopped and he looked at the other person.

The American pointed at his ears with a smile, "I have bad hearing, so I didn't hear you."

"Let's go, I want to talk about Mexico."

"I just want to know where the Northern Army's weapons come from. There are people in the United States who are enemies."

"Don't worry, we will definitely give you an answer on this matter!"

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