Chapter 323 Celebrating Emperor Wei’s 30th birthday!
Any "activity" needs a leader!
Conflict also means that a political game has begun...
Cornell University, New York.
Forrest Gump stood under the sculpture of the school's ancestors with a megaphone. The students next to him lifted him up high and shouted hysterically, "Classmates!"
"The US government is killing our country. They are wantonly challenging the constitution. What's wrong with blacks and Mexicans? They just want a piece of land to survive!"
"But, that son of a bitch Bush killed them. Did you hear that? Washington is crying, Lincoln is crying, Roosevelt is crying, and my ancestor James Buchanan is crying too!!"
His face was flushed, and his pupils were slightly dilated because of the stimulation.
"The knowledge we learn is never for killing and excluding races, but for world! peace! Classmates, it's our turn to stand up, to support them, to help them, to save them!"
"Go!"
Forrest Gump jumped off his companions, waving his arms and leading the way!
Humans are social animals. When there is a leader, they will only obey.
Thousands of members of the "Blue Gold Society" rushed out of the school with flags and slogans. The security guards at the door didn't know where they ran.
This "Blue Gold Society" has always claimed that it does not want war, drugs, crime, and the concept of peaceful coexistence for everyone. It has a great influence in American student groups. In addition, some "media" often promote it. Forrest Gump is simply a "young leader".
Well...
The media's boasting articles have different prices depending on the flow of people. Of course, the money is given by the "backers behind the scenes". This is called public opinion deification.
Just like Greta Thunberg, the "environmental protection girl" later declared by Europe and the United States, isn't she just a "puppet" thrown out by a group of bigwigs?
She knows nothing. If she does less X, she can fart less.
Victor wants to throw out Forrest Gump, who has already entered the internship period, in this situation. No matter whether he does the right thing or not, there will always be someone in the American political arena who will accept him.
In order to help "Forrest Gump", the Governor's Office of Mexico also established a name: "God-making Plan", which is internally called "American President Training Plan!"
Oh wow!
This plan is the highest level, Victor is the full person in charge, and there are less than five people who know about it. All they have to do is to package Forrest Gump as a savior.
Fifteen years, strive to send him to the throne within fifteen years.
Victor has plenty of time to take it slowly.
Eat one bite at a time...
When Forrest Gump led the passionate young people to support ethnic minorities, they met the police on the road, and the police rushed up and beat them!
He was hit on the head with a stick, bleeding, and his glasses fell to the ground and were crushed by someone's foot, but he still opened his arms and blocked all his companions. His expression was hideous, desperate and full of power.
Shouted at the police.
"If the death of one person can save the country! Then please kill me, Forrest Gump! Never harm the lives of my compatriots, long live America!!"
"It just so happened" that seven or eight reporters appeared in the conflict zone, and "just so happened" to broadcast this scene live.
His bloody cheeks and a fearless expression instantly rushed to the news channels of various TV stations. It must be said that Forrest Gump still looks very... righteous.
Especially his sentence, "Please kill Forrest Gump!", instantly made him an idol of all American students.
The group painted his "bloody outfit", walked out of the school, walked to the police station, walked to the door of the White House, and raised their hands, "Release Forrest Gump."
The new CIA director, Stanfield Turner, was instantly attracted by this young man. It was not that he thought he was tough, but his intuition told him that there was something wrong, and he interrogated him overnight.
"You should know what you are doing! You are inciting emotions. Don't you want your diploma?" The CIA agent asked with a frown.
"I learn knowledge not for that thin diploma, but to use my knowledge to build the United States. You can take away my academic qualifications, but you can't take away my determination. At worst, I will go pick up trash!" Forrest Gump was handcuffed and had gauze tied on his head, but he still said it firmly.
Bang!
The CIA agent slammed the table and asked, "Did someone ask you to do this?"
Forrest Gump was startled, but then his face showed extreme anger. He wanted to stand up, but he was handcuffed and could only be fixed. However, it did not prevent him from kicking his feet angrily, wanting to kick the other person to death, " @w$% # ! You CIA ￥#@@#! If you want to kill me, kill me. If I die, there will be thousands of Forrest Gumps, but you can't slander me. I love my motherland and will never betray it!!"
The CIA agent didn't expect him to be so excited. He frowned and looked at the glass next to him. This was a one-way glass. People inside couldn't see outside clearly, but people outside could see every move inside clearly.
Stanfield Turner held a cup of coffee in his hand, his eyes were so deep that they could reflect light. He looked at the excited Forrest Gump, "Do you think he is lying?"
"Yes!" The confidant next to him said decisively, "The patriotism is too fake. There is no such person in the United States."
This sounds like a joke, but when you think about it carefully, it's really sad.
Americans are a country bound by capital, are they patriotic? Who to love? It's just to protect their own interests. They have to send out pornographic advertisements to recruit soldiers. People like Forrest Gan...
It simply cannot exist!
"Let him go."
After Stanfield Turner drank his coffee, he crumpled the quilt into a ball and threw it into the trash can. "Find someone to keep an eye on him."
"clear!"
After more than ten hours in custody, Forrest Gan was released. When he walked out of the police station, many people gathered outside, waving their arms and cheering when they saw him coming out.
The members of the "Azure Gold Club" rushed up to wrap up the boss's clothes.
"Classmates!" Forrest Gan raised his hand and pressed it down with both hands, and the bustle of the scene suddenly became quiet.
"us!"
"In the fight to make America great again!"
Ouch! !
The group of people below heard this and became excited again.
“Forrest Gump…”
No one in the crowd started shouting, and gradually, more and more people joined in.
Forrest Gan's name was heard in the sky for the first time!
Stanfield Turner watched this scene from the top floor, squinted, and glanced, "Activist?"
“Activists also serve capital!”
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The United States is very noisy, but at this time, Mexico next door is extremely depressed!
Because El Mencho’s execution is going to be broadcast live!
January 8th.
It's Victor's birthday.
He is 30 years old.
Celebrate with the head of a Mexican drug lord.
The whole country has a day off and watch the live broadcast.
If you have to go to work, you will be paid 3 times the salary for that day.
Starting at eight o'clock in the morning, the camera focused on the Tijuana prison. Three prison guards wearing skull hoods walked to the deepest cell. Inside, El Mencho could be seen curled up, as if... he was starving!
The door opened, and two prison guards walked over, pulling him left and right, about to drag him outside. El Mencho immediately raised his head and said, "Don't kill me... don't kill me... One billion dollars, I'll buy my life with the money." Victor...no, doesn't the Governor want money..."
"Shut up!" The prison guard standing in the middle went up and kicked him hard in the face. You could hear the bones cracking, and the face seemed to be dented.
El Mencho's chest rose and fell rapidly, and his body was trembling.
"Towed away!"
This is a global live broadcast, which means that if you want to watch it, you have to pay the broadcast fee. Not to mention, El Mencho's name is worth a lot of money.
More than 30 countries around the world have purchased the broadcast rights, among which Asian countries have the largest number and are the richest. Singapore and South Korea have the highest prices, reaching 3 million US dollars!
The revenue from broadcasting alone reached an astonishing US$20 million.
Tsk tsk tsk…
This is what El Mencho is doing. If "Victor" is executed in the future, wouldn't it have to explode?
El Mencho was dragged into the police car, and the treatment given to him by the Governor's Palace was quite good. Armored vehicles cleared the road from the front and back, and 3 Mi-8s escorted him in the air. The road was cleared, and more than 4,000 soldiers were on guard throughout the city!
One billion dollars, someone will be tempted.
When the custody convoy passed by the Tijuana Commercial Plaza, more than 20 Humvees that had been waiting at the intersection joined the convoy. The heavily armed Northern Army raised heavy machine guns and looked around eagerly.
In a two-story house on the edge of the square.
Seven or eight men watched this scene nervously.
"Boss, what are we still doing?" a bald man asked nervously.
They belong to a private mercenary company and originally didn't intend to get involved, but it's a billion dollars! ! ! !
Still couldn't help but come and "take a look".
The boss was silent for a moment and shook his head, "Give up."
The brothers breathed a sigh of relief. We are mercenaries, not death squads. What kind of mercenaries can defeat the regular army in this fucking battle? How many bullets can you carry?
Or can he take the shells physically?
The most important thing is, even if they are lucky enough to save El Mencho, can they leave safely?
Just treat it as…
Come attend a "Narcos" meet and greet.
After driving around the main city of Tijuana, the motorcade entered the new stadium at ten o'clock in the morning.
Many hosts from overseas TV stations became energetic immediately.
Singapore: The execution method for drug lord El Mencho was...an ant nest? A method specially invented by the Mexicans is to smear El Mencho with honey, then dump it in a pit three meters deep and two meters wide, and put more than 15,000 South American bulldog ants in it...
South Korea: Assi! Victor is as cruel as a young general. This inhumane behavior is simply disgusting!
Thailand…
Cambodia…
When El Mencho was pulled out, he peed!
I was so scared that I peed in front of the whole world!
"I want to see Victor! I want to see Victor!!"
"The new generation of Jalisco can surrender! I can make them surrender! Victor, spare my life! You don't want to start a war, which will kill more people!" Before he died, he would hold all the energy in his hand. All the cards played were thrown away.
Thumb thump…
Rapid footsteps sounded, and a colonel was seen running over. El Mencho looked at him with scarlet eyes, with hope in his eyes.
"The Governor said, kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The Northern Army raised their hands and shouted loudly, and Elmencho fell to the ground and was dragged to the edge of the pit by the soldiers.
"Victor! Governor! Sir! General! General! General!" Elmencho's name changed very quickly.
Was it hoping to arouse Victor's pity?
When he finally reached the edge of the pit, he finally understood that he must die today, and finally turned into a curse, "Bastard! I'll wait for you in hell! Wait for you! Wait for you and your lackeys!!"
He was thrown down, and then the Northern Army poured honey and sugar water on him, and the ants below immediately swarmed over him, and tens of thousands of ants crawled and bit him!
"Get out, get out...ah!!" Elmencho pulled the ants on his body, face, and trouser pockets, but he felt that the more he grabbed, the more he got. Finally, the pain from the bite made him scream and start rolling on the ground.
The camera also gave a few close-ups of the densely packed ants.
If you have that kind of intensive phobia, you would have fallen to the ground and twitched now.
This torture will not kill anyone in a short time, and the screams are endless.
This scene, even the most fanatical killers feel scared.
Victor's name and his cruelty once again attracted the attention of the world!
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"Boss! Boss! Boss!!!"
At this time, in a "Turin Manor" in Tegucigalpa, the capital of Honduras, the living room was full of people, everyone looked solemn, and a man knelt in front of the TV and cried loudly.
This man was Jose Armando.
He was El Mencho's confidant. When the boss was arrested, he ran faster than anyone else. He ran to Honduras with the wind on his feet, and now he has run to Honduras, and he has found a large army?
Jose Armando wiped his eyes, stood up, turned around and looked at the big men of the "Anti-Victor" alliance, gnashing his teeth and saying, "I want to avenge my boss!"
"The new generation of Jalisco and Victor will never stop!!!"
As soon as these words came out, the people below suddenly quieted down, looking at him with strange expressions, with a bit of presumptuous disdain in their eyes.
"You...represent the new generation of Jalisco?" The representative of the Zapatista National Theology Army suddenly said this.
Jose Armando's face suddenly changed, "Gray, what do you mean!"
"The drug business in Jalisco, let's divide it. The boss is dead, let's give it to others, what do you think?" The man named Gray looked at the others.
"I'm not dead yet! I'm the second in command of the new generation of Jalisco, I can..." Jose Armando said anxiously.
If you guys divide it, then wouldn't I have cried in vain just now?
"Your boss is dead!" Gray looked at him deeply, "You can't control it alone."
"I agree!" said the Spanish Zeta.
"I agree..."
"Agree!"
Jose Armando's eyes gradually turned cold, and there seemed to be a ball of air in his chest. Looking at their appearance, and then looking at Gray's smug expression, "Fuck you! The boss just died, and you want to take our business. Do you think I'm a vegetarian?!"
He said, and pulled open his clothes to reveal the grenade inside!
Everyone was shocked...
"What do you think of me? Me, Jose! Armando, let's die together!" As he said that, he was madly trying to pull the fuse.
"Wait! Wait! Wait!" The bosses shouted in panic.
"We don't want the channel in Jalisco anymore. Don't worry, Armando, we are joking, joking."
"Joke? Gray? Are you kidding!" Jose Armando looked at the other party and shouted loudly.
The representative of the Zapatista National Theology Army had an ugly expression, but many people were looking at him, so he could only nod his head, "Yes... I was joking."
"Fuck! You don't have the guts to fight with me, you are pretending to be your mother?" Jose Armando walked over and patted his face, "When I was fighting with my life, you were still a farmer!"
He kicked Gray two meters away.
"Don't have any bad ideas, otherwise, we will die together!" Jose Armando looked at everyone and snorted coldly and left directly.
The representatives in the room looked at each other.
"Mexicans... are really rude." I don't know who said this.
Jose was outside, looking at the sky, his expression was very strange, and his facial muscles were still trembling, "Boss..."
Seems to be crying?
Seems to be laughing?
"Haha...haha, woooo...Boss, don't worry...don't worry, I won't, I won't treat my sister-in-law badly, from now on your wife will...be my wife, woooo, boss..."
He couldn't help but...laugh again!
Sure enough, living a long life is the most important thing.
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