Chapter 349 Women are poison, you’ll want more after eating them!

Chapter 349 Women are poison, you’ll want more after eating them!

Of course Israeli women are circumcised!

This bad habit exists in 27 countries around the world.

Including the YSL sect and the original Christian sect.

What does this mean?

Jesus is divided into three parts, brothers!

Paul Emil knew that this was not an ordinary thing, and hurriedly reported the matter.

In a small villa in Morelia.

Casare's eyelids drooped, and he was a little tired.

During the war, two BLU-82 bombs were dropped.

How troublesome it is to clean up.

After the war, the city must be disinfected and the bodies must be burned immediately, otherwise, it will be a disease.

If it spreads, it is possible that the whole army will be wiped out. A similar problem occurred on the front line of World War I.

And later in World War II, the "anti-Japanese general" Mori Ogai also became famous because of beriberi.

It is easy to bomb, but it is more troublesome to rebuild.

I haven't closed my eyes for more than 2 days.

Jason Bourne brought him a midnight snack and looked at Casare, who had lost a lot of weight. "Take a break."

"The boss asked me to stay in Morelia, so I have to do a good job. Otherwise, how can I live up to the boss's high expectations?" Casare shook his head, his voice a little hoarse, "The city lacks food and medicine, and some people will definitely be restless. We must maintain local law and order. Whoever shows up will be killed!"

It is obvious that Casare has grown a lot, and there is a bit of majesty in his words.

Jason Bourne nodded slightly.

Morelia has a population of nearly 300,000. If you are not careful, everything will be lost.

Fortunately, the follow-up troops are on the way to support. As long as the people arrive, no matter what monsters you are, you will all have to believe in Victor.

Casare picked up the midnight snack next to him and was about to taste it, when he heard the messy and cramped footsteps outside, and then saw Manstein in military uniform trotting in.

He put the midnight snack down again.

"What's wrong? What happened?" he asked nervously.

"Some soldiers found Mossad in the slums, and a gunfight broke out. One person was killed and one was captured alive. There is also a nearby garrison map inside, and the configuration of the Fourth Battalion is also recorded in detail..."

"Are you saying that there is a traitor in our ranks?!" Jason Bourne frowned beside him.

"Impossible!"

Before Manstein could speak, Casare waved his hand, "The Fourth Battalion has made outstanding contributions and fought in many battles. The people are extremely loyal to the general. It is impossible for there to be a traitor. Don't say this nonsense, don't let the brothers down."

Manstein's expression relaxed slightly.

Nothing happened when Rommel was there. If he came to power, there would be a traitor in the ranks. Would he still have the shame to tell others about it?

Jason Bourne glanced and understood immediately, "That means Mossad's informants are hiding in the city. Those rats who dig tunnels are the best at hiding."

"Pass my order, the whole city will be under stricter martial law, and no one is allowed to enter or leave the city..." Casare paused. He also said to gather the Jews, but think about it, doing so is easy to cause trouble.

The last person who did this committed suicide.

If they do this again, the pressure of public opinion can completely crush Mexico.

After all, World War II has only been over for less than 50 years, and many people have witnessed the catastrophe with their own eyes.

Casare has Victor to back him up, but he is not willing to shit in his mouth.

There are about 70,000 Jews in Mexico, but... these people are all rich and have great influence in many places, even in the government system.

The relationship with drug dealers and local gangs is also unclear.

Casare still remembers clearly that his family was originally in Baja California. There was a local Judas councillor who ran for mayor. There were more than 20 people in total, and he was the only one left who died.

He didn't go into the details of the problem, but how could it be possible without a trick?

"Morelia is the capital of Michoacan State. There must be no chaos. A reward is offered throughout the city. Anyone who finds a suspected person can report to the soldiers on the spot. The maximum reward is 20,000 US dollars!"

"Also, the living spy must be interrogated!"

The power of the people must be mobilized.

Let the spies have nowhere to hide.

Manstein nodded and grinned, "I'll go and interrogate that bastard. I promise to make him live a life worse than death!"

"The bigger the territory, the more complicated the things, the more chaotic the people, and I'll be busy in the future." Casare sighed, rubbed his face hard, and cheered up again, "So we have to help the boss share it. A happy life is hard-won. If anyone dares to mess around, let them die!"

The words were also a bit murderous.

People who have never been to Mexico really don't know the living conditions of local civilians. Many travel bloggers say that Mexico is so good, with beautiful scenery, good food, and polite people, but what does this have to do with those assholes?

Mexico's crime rate score is 7.57, the third highest crime rate in the world. The first is Myanmar, with 8.15, followed by Colombia, with 7.75!

It is also one of the countries with the most homicides.

Even the number of deaths between 1987 and 1990 exceeded the number of deaths in the Afghan war, and these were all homicides.

What is Victor doing?

Rebuilding the Olmec civilization!

A hundred years later, he must be honored as the father of the nation!

Casare's requirements are not high. After his death, others can give a thumbs up to his sculpture and say that he is brave.

So, whoever dares to drag Mexico back into the abyss is his own enemy!

The United States? Israel? Or what the hell is Haiti...

Kill him with random punches!

Someone has to do this kind of groundbreaking feat, why can't it be the boss!

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"I want to see the general, I want to see the governor!"

In a large square in Tijuana.

The Director of the General Administration of Customs, Edison Michael Flores, had his limbs tied with ropes, and the other end was tied to a Hummer.

Below were all the agency personnel who were called to watch the execution.

Goebbels took the indictment and accused him of his crimes.

"Embezzled more than 120 kilograms of gold, 6 million US dollars, 800,000 Hong Kong dollars, and 1.2 million British pounds, and provided drug dealers with smuggling channels. The crime is extremely serious. After trial by the court, he will be sentenced to death!"

"Execution!"

Edison Michael Flores yelled, "Victor, I hate it! You will not die well, Victor!!!"

Boom boom boom, the accelerator was stepped on, and the deafening sound immediately covered his roar, and finally pulled around.

Tsk tsk tsk…

Shang Yang had to say something when he saw it, what a play.

The blood splashed on the frontmost staff below, and a woman fainted on the spot.

The others were trembling with fear.

"You must know our bottom line. Those who collude with drug dealers will die!" Goebbels shouted.

"Disband!"

The people below were taken away by their respective leaders.

Goebbels looked at them with a sneer. This group of carnivores always thinks they can do anything. Let you know that the general dares to kill anything.

He turned his head and glanced at the corpse, full of disgust.

"Pack it up and feed it to the dogs."

Even after death, he still had to feed the dogs. It can be seen that Victor also hated Flores and didn't want to give him the last dignity.

And at this time, Emperor Wei.

Did not go to the ceremony.

He was in a bad mood recently, and he just felt thrilling.

A small drag racing actually involved a smuggling case that shocked the whole country. A total of 231 people were arrested, of which 78 were sentenced to death, and the rest were all sent to labor reform.

The General Administration of Customs and the Border Inspection Station are the key points.

Victor plans to directly manage these two places under the military management, and the mayor of the Land War stationed there will also serve as the director of the Border Inspection Bureau.

Some people from within the military were also pulled in. It is said that many low-level officers and soldiers have dividends in it, and Kennedy, the number one figure in the military, was so angry that his mouth was crooked.

These people were also directly tried and sent to prison according to the severity of their crimes.

And Victor also saw that Latin Americans have a "talent" for crime in their bones, and even after joining the army, they must be strictly managed, so he established the Military Management Office and transferred Marcus Phoenix, who was originally from the Anti-Drug and Anti-Terrorism Team, as the director.

The Internal Affairs Bureau established the Internal Affairs Investigation Section, also known as the Economic Crime Section, to keep an eye on those bureaucrats and put a tight ring on them!

Victor has to tell everyone that merits are merits and faults are faults. We are regular troops, not warlords of the old times!

If you make a mistake, you have to be beaten.

As for some people who think so?

You are not honest and decent, I will make you decent!

It is obvious that everything from top to bottom has been cleared up.

He put down the pen and pinched his nose, which was a little sore. Being a leader is not that easy. Once he opened his eyes, he was busy all day long.

"General, there is news from Brazil." George Smiley, who temporarily took over the work of the intelligence department, trotted in.

"They will send personnel to discuss the action against transnational drug trafficking organizations. Vice President Pedro will lead the team, and the accompanying personnel will include the leaders of the anti-drug forces such as the Brazilian BOPE special police force."

"What about other countries?" Victor asked with a happy face.

"Colombia has not responded, Cuba and Venezuela have agreed to participate, and Chile, Argentina, Guatemala, Nicaragua, and Costa Rica have clearly stated that they will not participate."

Victor is an idealist full of Latin American colors. Many people call him a leftist. In this land occupied by drugs, hegemony and injustice, he still has the courage to fight.

But he also knows that a hero has three helpers, and fighting alone is prone to sudden death.

He planned to hold the "First World Anti-Drug Conference" in Tijuana to discuss the problem of drug abuse with everyone.

So he asked people to find some countries that were deeply persecuted by drugs and contacted many countries in Latin America, but it seems that they are still afraid of the power of the United States.

"Someone in the East has also asked us..." George Smiley said.

Victor hesitated and shook his head, "We are too close to the United States. Don't provoke them on this matter."

"It's okay. Although there are only a few of us now, justice must belong to us, and the team will become larger and larger in the future. The time will be set on May 1st. There is still a month to prepare. We must ensure that the conference goes smoothly. Those drug dealers must make some noise to tell them who is the real boss in Mexico."

George Smiley nodded vigorously.

He also knew that this anti-drug conference was an important way for the northern government to radiate influence. If the conference was broken up by drug dealers, Victor's head would be rubbed on the ground.

He would lose face.

There must be many people waiting to watch the excitement.

But they couldn't let them get what they wanted.

"You are fully responsible for this matter. I believe you won't let me down."

George Smiley was excited, "Loyalty!"

Victor reminded him twice again, and then changed the subject to ask about the "London drug dealers' gathering".

"Hydra has already infiltrated, I guarantee to give them some physical shock!" George Smiley's tone was also ruthless, with determination flashing in his eyes.

Victor brought over Camel cigarettes and handed one to the other party. George Smiley hesitated for a moment before taking it with both hands.

The former helped him light up the fire and said, "This is none of our business. Let people write a condemnation article. When it happens, we will also publish a condemnation."

What does what Hydra does have to do with me, Victor?

As for whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

Victor exhaled and looked into the distance through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if he had seen a good show.

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London, UK.

The streets were decorated with lights and banners.

Although the government does not support the so-called "holding of the conference", it does not object. After all, it is the royal family and it still has to give face.

However, when she saw the participants, the sick Iron Lady was also angry and said to the reporters, "What are these? Drug dealers? Underworld? This is a clown's game!"

In an Italian restaurant.

Play music softly.

But there were many men in black suits sitting in the restaurant, looking around with vigilant eyes. In the corner were two men, who looked like a father and son.

"I've told you many times, don't make a sound while eating." Francesco Petrarch, an older man, frowned and looked at his son in front of him.

The man with the same name as the father of the Renaissance was no simple man.

The talker of the "Camorra" in Naples, the leader of the Italian Mafia, few people may know about this gang, let's put it this way...

Scampia, where it is headquartered, is one of the largest markets for contraband sales in the world!

The depth of toxic fertilizer landfill pits controlled by gangs is close to 15,000 meters, and Mount Everest is only 8,840 meters high. The local cancer rate has increased by 20%. Therefore, Camorra is also a "loved" "subordinate" of American and European pharmaceutical tycoons. .

But if you just make black gold, it will certainly not be valued by others, and a chamber pot can only be a chamber pot.

Led by Newspeaker Francesco Petrarch, they began to contact the government. When he first came to power, he defied all odds and used Camorra's funds to sponsor the establishment of the Twin Towers in New York!

Several important projects, including those in Italy, have their funds.

Now it's not so much a gang, but... a crime on orders!

It will also help the Italian government crack down on other gangs.

After hearing his words, his son laughed and didn't dare to say anything more. His father would really beat him. He had never been rebellious since he was a child.

He could only turn the topic to the Iron Lady, "That woman has quit, and she still talks so much nonsense!"

Francesco Petrarch deadpanned, "Everyone has an opinion. We can't shut them up. We have to learn to listen. Of course, you can treat her as a fart."

If this was Naples, he wouldn't say that. After all, it's not his territory.

"Calm down during this period and don't make trouble for me."

"I know, I know." The son nodded hurriedly, looking outside, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by the blonde girl who walked by.

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X00X big!

That's really big.

At least 36E!

And she is the wife he likes.

The other party was wearing very cool clothes. When he passed by the restaurant, he glanced inside and happened to touch each other. The girl smiled at him.

The young man's soul was instantly captured.

My butt can’t hold it anymore and I want to strike up a conversation, but...

He glanced at the father in front of him and shrank his head.

But I don’t know if God was helping him. At this moment, the younger brother came over with the phone and handed it to Francesco Petrarch. The other party picked up the phone and said a few words before getting up.

"I have a meeting tonight, yourself..."

"I can take care of myself." He said quickly.

"Don't get me into trouble!" Francesco Petrarch repeatedly ordered and left with the others, but still left bodyguards for his son.

There are too many enemies in Camorra, so there is no guarantee that something will happen.

After the other party left, Jada Petrarch couldn't wait to run out. Looking at the girl in the distance, the lustful one leaned over.

Young man, is X so fun?

Poisonous!

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