Chapter 341 I am Victor! I never talk to drug dealers, bullets are my attitude!!
"Who are you!" Stanfield Turner said in a low voice.
The person on the other side smiled and said, "Enthusiastic masses."
Hot you mom!
"I have evidence of your son's crimes in my hands, including forging signatures of state personnel, using your influence to blackmail companies... Oh, you don't know this, right? He extorted $160,000 from a dairy company in the suburbs of Washington, and... raped His boss’s daughter.”
The CIA director's hands were trembling, his face was ugly, but his mouth was still very tough, "You are talking nonsense! You need to know what you are doing, you are threatening a CIA director, I swear, I can find you!"
The other party didn't panic at all, "Then do you want to watch the video?"
"I have never seen such a child. Some people's children are children, and some people's children are devils! Haha, do you know? I want to cut off his lower body, then apply estrus ointment on him and throw him away. "Into the sheepfold."
Stanfield Turner's eyes were terrifyingly sinister.
"Haha, but don't worry, he has a good father. You are more useful than him. He will be fine for the time being, but in the future... you can't say for sure!"
"Who are you! What do you want to do!"
"Do you think it's convenient to talk on the phone? I'll see you at the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts at six o'clock tonight. See you there or not."
After the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.
Stanfield Turner squeezed the microphone so hard that he could hear a crunching sound. His expression was gloomy, he took a deep breath, and looked at the time on the wall. It was 4:35. It was the minimum time to drive to the Art Center. More than an hour.
He stood up hurriedly, walked out of the door, turned back, changed his clothes, and then left.
Driving my slightly low-key little Volvo, I headed to the Art Center.
Who was he thinking about along the way?
Mexican news agency?
It is said that this is a very mysterious intelligence agency under Victor, and they have very little information, but as the director of the CIA, Stanfield Turner knows some unknown secrets, such as Bahash Johnson who gave him a shot It's the people among them.
CIA6?
Mossad?
Or...KGB?
He frowned, and when he arrived at the art center, he realized that there were many people. It turned out that today was a student art performance, and many people participated.
As soon as he parked the car, he saw a clown approaching and giving out an uncomfortable smile, "Sir, do you want to watch the show?"
"Don't look."
"Are you sure you don't want to watch it? Director Turner." The clown said suddenly.
Stanfield Turner looked at him suddenly, and the clown smiled politely at him, with the corners of his mouth turning up, looking a bit scary.
After handing him the note in his hand, the clown took the balloon and left in a flash.
Looking at the performance ticket in his hand, "Dark Hydra"?
Marvel adaptation?
He didn't have the impulse to hold down the clown. He felt that the other party was just a tool, and a bigger net was coming towards him.
Stanfield Turner walked into the ticket gate with the ticket and stood in line behind him. When it was his turn, the ticket inspector paused and changed the seat number with a pen in front of him.
"Sorry sir, your location has changed."
"Thanks."
The CIA director's heart sank even more. He took a deep breath and walked in. The performance had already started inside. He went to the second floor according to the designated seats. The area was very empty, but there was already a man sitting there.
Wearing a brown suit, he looked at the stage quietly. When he heard the movement, he turned his head and said with a smile, "Director Turner, welcome, please take a seat."
Stanfield Turner hesitated for a moment, but still sat next to him, frowning, "Who are you! What are you going to do? You called me out. You must want to get something from me, but I tell you, Impossible! I am an American official. I will not accept any threats. You must understand what I represent. No matter how deep you hide, you will be dug out and beaten to death. You must know that the military capabilities of the United States are beyond yours. Think about it!”
"Are you feeling guilty?"
The CIA director was immediately stuck.
"Psychologically speaking, people who keep talking are actually hiding their inner panic."
"What does the United States care about you? Just understand that if we make the video and criminal evidence public, you will no longer be the director of the CIA. Your son will even go to jail. You will lose more. You... want Are you going to leave politics completely in this life?”
Stanfield Turner's hands clenched instantly.
"Besides, you only have one son, and we have a lot of bullets. You don't want your son to be beaten to death on the street."
It’s so easy to kill someone in the United States!
Just find a local homeless black man, give him some money, and he can show you how to kill someone in public.
His son is not an important person. ‘
Can the CIA be dispatched to keep an eye on it every day?
"Do you really want to kill me? That's okay. It's very simple. Just blow my head off with a gun." The man said with a smile, "Just like you shot your ex-wife to death!"
! ! ! !
Stanfield Turner's pupils suddenly shrank.
His lips were trembling.
How does the other party know!
He was once married to a farmer's daughter, which allowed him to receive funding to enjoy higher education, but it was at school that he met his current wife.
A senator's daughter.
The other party liked him very much, and he also concealed the news of his marriage, but he knew that this matter could not be exposed. If he wanted to climb up, he had to find a backer.
So, on a thunderstorm night, his wife was killed on her way home from work.
He did it himself and returned to school that night.
He fired 7 shots!
He still remembered his wife's surprise when she saw him, and her disbelief when he fired the last shot.
At that time...
In 1958, there were no cameras, and it was very difficult to find a murderer.
From then on, he tied the senator's thigh and rose to prominence!
But only he knew about this, why did the other party know?
The man turned his head and looked at Stanfield Turner's horrified look, "If you don't want others to know, don't do it yourself."
"We know more than you, Mr. Director."
From you, to you, to Mr. Director, the address became more and more casual.
"Maybe you are more curious about who I am now. Let me introduce myself, Reinhard, I belong to...HYDRA!"
"Are you interested in helping us?"
Hydra? Marvel!!!
Stanfield Turner shook his head in his heart. He had never heard of the name of this organization, but what does it mean to take this name?
Call yourself a villain? !
On the stage below, the performance was over, and the actors were thanking and bowing to the audience.
Director Stanfield Turner's mouth was full of bitterness.
"Of course, it's all voluntary."
Reinhard Tristan Eugen turned his head and looked at him and smiled.
The glory of democracy was revealed in his eyes!
...
In the Olympic Stadium in Berlin.
A game is being played.
A friendly match between Hertha Berlin Football Club and Bochum.
Because this is the first appearance after the merger of Germany, there are more people coming, more than 20,000 people.
The whole stadium is full.
In the back of the neutral fans, two men were watching, looking no different from ordinary fans.
But one of them was Augustin Przewczyr who flew over.
The other was a representative of some Soviet people. The two met here, but the head of the German KGB did not come, which was too conspicuous.
"We don't rule out the KGB making extra money, because our country is being sabotaged by some people!" Bogadyrev said in a deep voice.
The man looked nearly 40 years old, with deep crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.
"We also admire you for saying no to American hegemony, which is a just act."
Augustin Przewczyr almost laughed out loud, but he was paralyzed, hegemony?
The Cold War was caused by you two, and you said that the Americans can have hegemony alone.
Didn't you fight the war in Afghanistan?
In the end, he ran away in disgrace and crowned Afghanistan: the tomb of the empire.
"We can give you more help."
"What do you want us to do?"
Bogadyrev looked at him and was quiet for a while, "I hope you can help us eradicate our cancer."
Augustin Przewczyr's brows trembled, "We only ban drugs and don't participate in other things."
"I know your concerns, and we are willing to give a certain amount of goodwill. The Izhevsk Arsenal has 700 employees, and we can transfer them to you."
The intelligence chief turned his head when he heard this. The other party was very deep.
The Izhevsk Arsenal is the "cradle of gun kings". AK47 is produced here, including Bison submachine guns, SVD sniper rifles, etc.
All of them have a strong place in the history of world firearms, but...
Now it can't be maintained, it's bankrupt.
It owes 800,000 rubles in foreign debt, it can't bear it anymore, and it can't pay wages. It's better to throw it out directly.
Augustin Przewczyr understood the general's desire for talents to complete the project, but when he thought of the instructions he had given when he came, he hesitated for a moment and decided to take the strategy of procrastination.
"I have to report to Tijuana."
Bogadyrev was obviously not very satisfied with this answer. He continued unwillingly, "As long as you help us, after we wipe out the cancer, we will be the best and closest partners, and we can give you the greatest support."
"We can even send troops to help you fight the United States!"
It's all bullshit!
If you are not strong enough, you rely on others, and in the end you have to speak according to people's faces.
If the soldiers really come, it will really provoke the bottom line of the Americans. You Cuba just launched some missiles, let alone Mexico next door?
What a joke.
Mexico is aware of the gap with the United States. If you Soviets send troops here, the United States will really drop bombs. I won't say it's certain, but there is an 85% chance.
Victor is crazy, but not a fool.
He still knows what the bottom line is.
"I'll pass this on to the general."
Bogadyrev saw that the other party was not willing to give in, and although he was unhappy, he had to agree.
"Can I ask a question?"
"Please go ahead."
"How do you plan to eradicate the cancer?"
Bogadyrev was startled and hesitated. He thought the other party was interested, so he lowered his voice and said a name. When Augustin Przewczyr heard it, his eyes lit up.
Wow!
This is a plan to rebel!
"I can't tell you the specific plan now, but please believe us, we will definitely succeed."
Augustin Przewczyr nodded perfunctorily.
Roar!
All the fans nearby raised their hands and cheered because the ball went in.
He stood up and applauded, and stretched out his hand to Bogadyrev beside him and said, "This meeting is over. I will convey the news back to Tijuana."
"Hopefully as soon as possible!"
"Of course!"
After leaving his seat, Augustin Przewczyr walked outside, leaning against a pillar and looking at a man, but quickly retracted his gaze.
But long-term work made him alert!
Walking down the steps of the stadium, he saw two men in black clothes coming over from the opposite side of the road, approaching with unfriendly faces.
Damn!
Augustin Przewczyr ran away, with long legs and fast running!
The two men in black rushed over directly.
The three people ran wildly on the street, and the pedestrians on the road thought what was going on and looked at them in surprise.
The Mexican intelligence chief ran to the road. The red light just turned green. Vehicles rushed in. He kept running in the traffic and was almost hit. The driver rolled down the window and cursed loudly.
Augustin Przewczyr just gave him a middle finger.
The two men in black chased him, but when they reached the middle of the road, they saw a taxi coming straight at them. It didn't even brake. It knocked the two men away, then ran over and ran away.
His brain was squeezed out.
Just then, a motorcycle stopped beside Augustin Przewczyr, "Chief, get in the car!"
He took a long step, and with a whoosh, the motorcycle rushed out.
Of course, he couldn't come alone. There were many younger brothers around him, disguised as all kinds of people.
And the intelligence department also has a branch in Germany.
The motorcycle shuttled through the traffic. When it rode to an underground parking lot, it changed to a Mercedes and took him to a farmhouse in Berlin.
As soon as he got off the car, Augustin Przewczyr frowned and ran into the house in a hurry, "Check who those people are just now, we are being watched."
He was very careful about everything, who would be watching him?
Did the KGB betray him?
Unlikely!
The Soviet Union is now disliked by the whole world.
It seems that we can't underestimate the intelligence agencies of other countries in the world.
The news came back soon.
"Mossad???"
What are those people doing?
I didn't do anything!
Are they helping the United States?
"Where are those Soviet people?" he asked with a frown.
"There was no conflict, and I didn't go to find them. I think they are coming for us." The subordinate said.
"We must find out why. I don't believe they will be idle."
Augustin Przewczyr was holding a cigarette, but he was even more upset.
Fuck!
There are more and more troubles.
"Director, should we call for help?" The subordinate lowered his voice and said, "I think the German intelligence department must have joined, otherwise, Mossad would not be able to find us. Since they want to do it, let's do it big."
The subordinate was also ruthless, "Just kill the Mossad people!"
Augustine Przewczyr's eyes flashed, and he looked at him and nodded, "You arrange it."
"Don't worry! Director, I will turn those bastards into dead soap!"
After coming out, he called other branches of Mexico in Europe and asked them to send elite troops to Berlin, Germany.
One arrow piercing the clouds, thousands of troops come to meet!
...
Tijuana. Governor's Palace.
In a private office at this time.
Victor is meeting with the "special envoy" from the United States.
Donald Rumsfeld's son, and Belsalia's father-Neck Rumsfeld!
Current White House assistant.
"You mean, you want to sign peace terms?" Victor looked at the other party with a smile.
"Then do you support our drug prohibition?"
Neck said tactfully, "We are not against Mexico's drug war."
"Mr. Governor."
"Just call me Victor. I'm dating your daughter, sir."
Neck's face froze, and he almost broke down. He took a deep breath, "That's better, Victor. As a person who has been through it, and as an elder, I want to tell you that many things in this world are not as people wish. Sometimes you can get more by turning a blind eye. Compromise is also a science."
"Don't chase so closely, relax a little, drugs are also the cornerstone of politics."
Victor still had a smile on his face, "You know, Mr. Neck."
"What?"
"You are the only person in front of me who made me compromise on drug prohibition and still get away with it. The last one, I cut him into small pieces."
Neck's face froze suddenly.
"Those drug dealers and drug addicts, wish you the best. I, Victor, won't let them sell drugs. Even cockroaches have to learn to eat shit like dung beetles!"
"This is the first time and the last time. If you say it again next time, I'll fuck you, Mr. Necker!"
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