Chapter 391: Destroy the CIA? ?

Chapter 391: Destroy the CIA? ?

Enter July.

Tornadoes began to invade the United States without restraint.

The sky is partly foggy and looks very depressing. Occasionally a few drops of water fall from the sky, making it look very uncomfortable.

Richard Bruce Cheney got out of his classic car, holding a pale briefcase in his hand. He was relatively poor, as a person, who knows?

Anyway, he is now involved in a corruption investigation.

Nigeria's anti-corruption agency discovered that he had unclear relationships with several consortiums. After all, when you are an official...how many clean butts can you have?

His seven aunts, eight aunts and ten cousins ​​have earned a lot of benefits from his title as defense minister.

Entering the Pentagon, he was about to go upstairs when he suddenly heard a "bang" and a crash from the utility room next to the stairs, as if something fell to the ground.

Richard Bruce Cheney frowned, looked left and right, walked over, opened the door and pushed it hard, and saw a man lying inside, twitching hard and falling to the ground. His hands looked like It was hooked like claws, its nose was crooked, its mouth was slanted, and saliva began to flow out. The eyeballs turned white, and there was still a silly smile on its lips.

Is there a pile of white noodles falling on the ground?

After seeing this scene, the old man's blood pressure soared and he took drugs early in the morning! !

"Security! Security!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, and three or four armed men ran over from a distance.

Richard Bruce Cheney pointed to the addict on the ground and said, "Drag him away from me."

Several soldiers were shocked when they saw the scene inside.

Doing drugs in the Pentagon!

It’s not that there was no such thing, but it was the first time he was caught.

Many people outside had begun to come in to work. Seeing this scene, they whispered to each other.

"It's gone!"

Richard Bruce Cheney waved his hand and yelled, and everyone ran away with their heads lowered, but looking at the expressions of several women, you knew that there were melons to eat today.

Returning to the office with a gloomy face, he threw the car keys on the table, and his secretary walked over cautiously.

"Who is that?"

"Of the Global Intelligence Operations Section"

"Let him go! We are the army, not a Mexican drug trafficking camp!"

The secretary was busy, and then he hesitated and said, "Recently, a new drug called "Hell No. 1" has become very popular in the United States. It has already appeared in the military. This is not the first case in the Pentagon, nor is it the last case. ”

"Hell No. 1? Where did it come from?"

"Mexico."

"It has been popular in the United States recently. What the Drug Enforcement Administration means is that there is evidence to prove that these are controlled by the Popovich government, and they are absorbing US dollars flowing to Mexico."

"Hell No. 1 can make people feel high and have no pain. However, if the dose is exceeded, what just happened will happen, and severe organ failure and death will occur."

Richard Bruce Cheney is an old redneck who is opposed to drugs and so-called "homosexuals". When he heard this word, he felt sick and said viciously, "Victor should kill them all!" "

Some people want to help the Mexicans, those drug dealers, and they think it is indeed that huge market!

After finishing speaking, he may have felt that what he said was not in line with the current mainstream of American politics, so he quickly changed the topic and said, "From now on, don't let me see anyone taking drugs in the Pentagon, otherwise, I will kick him out and... Transfer it to the judicial authorities!”

The secretary winced.

"Is there anything else new?"

The secretary handed over the prepared documents, "The Mexican Northern Army officially declared war on the Popovich government and called this time part of the anti-drug war. His family members are wanted globally."

"Guadalajara suffered an air strike from the drug trafficker regime, resulting in the death of approximately 200 people. The 3rd Marine Division of the Republic of Mexico stationed here launched a counterattack against the 1st Brigade of the Central Government..."

"Wait a minute, do we also have investment in this 1st Brigade?"

"The Pentagon issued General Warnow's orders during his lifetime."

"Why do you have to die in person? This idiot left me with such a big problem after he died." Richard Bruce Cheney rubbed his temples, his blood pressure rising.

"Minister of Defense, haven't you always advocated being tough on Mexico?"

"What to do if you can't beat me!"

"I have been punched three times on the head by Victor, who almost killed me. Have you forgotten the Black Hawk Down and Missile Crisis? When we work with Victor, the most proud ones are Europe and the Soviet Union. At this time, We must exercise restraint. If we don’t kill him in the first blow, we must learn to negotiate.”

It’s not like I’ve never pretended to be a grandson.

"Only the surviving regime can determine the future."

Richard Bruce Cheney pushed up his glasses, "Victor is very sharp. Young people always think of using violence to solve everything. Could he kill billions of people around the world? If he offends everyone, He is the next X special X!”

"By the way, have the sources of Mexico's weapons been found out? Don't tell me, the CIA and FBI have no information."

Before he stepped down, he had doubts about Victor's elite equipment, especially the mysterious 32nd Missile Brigade, which is active in the desert all year round. What is the end of its R-14 medium-range missiles and "Dot-Y" missiles? Where did it come from.

"Our people inside the Soviet Union did not discover the transaction..."

"While the CIA raided and investigated several weapons manufacturers, there was no loss of weapons and outside..."

"That's strange. Could it be that these weapons can float out of the sea?! Then if one day fission weapons and fusion weapons are developed, who has the final say in North America?"

The old man slapped the table with dissatisfaction, "The CIA eats shit and the FBI drinks urine. The two are also known as the world's strongest intelligence organizations. I think they are a bunch of idiots. Sooner or later, they will be cancelled."

The secretary's face turned pale and he almost peed when he heard this. He hurriedly ran out and closed the door. He put his fingers in front of his lips and said nervously, "Chief Defense Officer, this... you can't say this."

The last person to express dissatisfaction with the CIA has died.

If they can't deal with Victor, can't they deal with you, a bad old man?

Richard Bruce Cheney snorted coldly, but did not complain about the two giants again, but neither of them noticed that the wooden bird in the big pendulum clock behind him had slightly twitching eyes. Flashing.

Just when the secretary was feeling a little distressed, the phone on the desk rang.

"Hey!" The old man answered angrily.

The secretary watched carefully, and the angry expression of the other party suddenly calmed down, "Okay, I'll come right away."

After hanging up the phone, Richard stood up and said, "Mr. President is awake and he wants to see me."

The secretary was startled, but then he became ecstatic, feeling that he had a backbone in his heart, and said quickly, "Then go quickly!"

The defense chief nodded, picked up his coat and left. His steps... seemed very calm and brisk.

Less than a minute after he left, the phone rang quickly again.

The secretary picked up, and across the way was the president's office.

"Mr. James Dan Quay is looking for the Secretary of Defense? He is not here now. He went to see Mr. Bush."

…

"Bang!!"

James Dan Quai kicked the table in his office with a gloomy face and kept greeting someone's mother.

He is very... heartbroken now!

He served as the acting president for several months. After the major changes occurred in Bush, he patched things up, stabilized everyone in Congress, coordinated the competition between the two parties, and actively maintained balance outside.

But what?

A spare tire is always a spare tire, and those bastards are just trying to get girls!

After Bush Sr. made a phone call in the ward, everyone ran away, including the person in charge of the office. He suddenly felt...so lonely.

It was as if I had been abandoned.

Sitting on the ground, the dissatisfaction in James Dan Kui's heart was amplified. After he enjoyed the power, it was difficult to let go. He squinted his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

but…

The wind outside the house was a little rough.

Hua La La...     The sky suddenly started to rain heavily.

Richard Bruce Cheney drove his little shabby car to Walter Reed National Military Medical Center. After more than a dozen examinations, he finally saw the elder Bush, whom he had not seen for a long time.

The other person is weak.

But... life is still there.

The two had been together for decades. Their families knew each other and they had a good relationship. He walked up and held Bush's hand, "Man, I'm here."

Bush nodded weakly in his eyes, tugged at the corner of his mouth to smile, and opened his mouth. Richard Bruce Cheney didn't hear clearly the first time, then he leaned over and finally heard clearly.

"CIA...rebellion!"

Richard's eyes widened suddenly, and his eyeballs almost shot out!

He sat like a sculpture.

Her pupils condensed, and she looked at Bush Lao. Her hand was still held by him, and she subconsciously wanted to pull away, but the wounded man was unexpectedly strong and held him tightly, looking straight at her.

Although he is dissatisfied with the CIA, it does not mean that he wants to stand on the opposite side!

A thunder struck outside.

Shining on his face...

Lifeless.

Sudden heavy rains swept across North America.

Mexico's reservoir safety line continues to rise.

And this time...

It is also the most chaotic time.

Barry Thomas of the 12th Cavalry Regiment walked nervously around the headquarters. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. The chief of staff had been gone for more than an hour, but he still hadn't come back.

Ta-ta-ta~

Just when he was anxious, a familiar figure rushed through the door. The water-stained chief of staff came in a little embarrassed, all wet, and accompanied by a strange... lieutenant?

"How about it?"

Barry Thomas's eyes lit up, he went up to help him and asked, keeping his eyes on him.

It’s really…

They don't even give people a drink of saliva.

"Captain, this is Lieutenant Felik of the Northern Army. He is responsible for connecting with us." The chief of staff introduced quickly and winked at his boss.

Barry Thomas, who had been working with him for many years, understood instantly.

This lieutenant is definitely not simple!

"The division headquarters welcomes you very much when they hear that you are willing to surrender. We also feel that the Popovich government is acting perversely. It is shameful to let upright people like you go and instead let drug dealers steal high positions. Division Commander Rommel has given instructions and will follow the command The Ministry of Defense has applied to allow you to continue to serve as regimental commander, but you will not have to go to the front line in the following battles and will rest in the rear. "

"The First Republic is a country of upright Mexicans. Your future will definitely have more than one regiment leader."

This is almost explicit.

In fact, there are still many troops in Mexico that have started to fight against drugs before, such as the navy, but they are not doing well now. It is impossible for Victor to kill all these people, so he just wants to recruit them.

At the very least, you can have a good reputation.

As for how much power he wants?

That's unlikely.

"Okay!"

Barry Thomas was relieved when he heard this. He was also a straightforward person. He picked up the AK47 on the table and said, "Let's go! Call people! Take people to surround them now, otherwise there will be changes."

When he walked out, he lowered his voice and asked his chief of staff, "Who is that kid?"

The chief of staff shook his head, "I don't know much, but look at this delicate and tender boy. He has never been on the battlefield. He is a lieutenant. I don't believe there is no trick here."

Barry Thomas thought about it and found some truth. "Watch him more later. If something goes wrong, it will be difficult to explain. "

The chief of staff responded.

Barry Thomas directly mobilized the troops. Although he had some complaints, he had a lot of prestige in the 12th Cavalry Regiment, and no one refuted him. His subordinates were all his own people. Otherwise, with such heavy casualties, they would have run away long ago.

He led his men to launch a surprise attack on the Spanish Foreign Legion one kilometer away!

"Brothers, follow me, kill the Spaniards, long live Mexico!"

Lieutenant Felix was also a little excited, and rushed forward, like a fool, scaring the chief of staff to grab him.

Of course they didn't know this man, he was Casare's younger brother.

Voluntarily applied to the front line.

"Be careful of cold guns, follow me! "The other party patted Felix on the shoulder, bent down, and rushed out with a rifle.

Felix was startled, but he was still very obedient and did not say how awesome he was.

He always understood...

Professional matters should be handled by professionals.

I have said this many times. You should learn from people who are more professional than you. Pride will only cost you your life.

This sudden attack, who would have thought that the comrade next door would suddenly turn against you, just like your wife who sleeps in the same bed with you stabbed you.

The training of the Foreign Legion is powerful, and its combat effectiveness is definitely better than the 1st The 2nd Cavalry Regiment is strong, but your unethical behavior is useless to anyone. By the time you react, bullets have already been fired at you.

The sound of gunfire and fighting seemed so depressing in the rain.

The Foreign Legion collapsed immediately!

Those who ran fast were running fast, while those who ran slowly were dragged out in their shorts. These "spiritual Spaniards" knelt on the dirt ground, holding their heads and looking at them in fear.

Don't mention it...

They didn't learn how to fight, but they did learn how to surrender.

"I'm Mexican, I'm Mexican! "A surrendered soldier shouted.

Barry Thomas, holding a gun, was holding a corpse in his hand. It was the commander Olmo Carvajal. There were no less than 40 bullet holes on the other party's body. It was shot like a sieve.

It can be seen that he was very dissatisfied with him.

After hearing this, he kicked the other party into the sewage and turned to look at Felix.

The other party shrank behind the chief of staff.

Barry Thomas understood immediately that the other party did not want to stand up. He immediately took out his gun and fired five shots at the soldier, "Bah! Mexicans still join the Spanish Legion. This is a traitor!"

"Brothers, we can't follow Spain, which has colonized us for hundreds of years, to bully our compatriots. Look at Mexico City, there are drug addicts everywhere. Who is on top? They have never considered Mexico. "

"I have decided to surrender to the First Republic. Governor Victor can lead Mexico from victory to victory!"

"We must live like human beings, not be running dogs of drug dealers! "

The soldiers below looked at each other, raised their hands and cheered.

When the news that the 12th Cavalry Regiment "annihilated" the Spanish Foreign Legion was passed back to the headquarters of the 3rd Division.

Rommel stood in front of the map and smiled.

He held a cigarette in his mouth and stared at Tamaulipas and San Luis Potosí. It was a flat land!

The east was completely empty. The main force of the Popovich government was heading northwest, intending to take back the lost territory. If you don't keep your position behind me, don't blame me.

Bitches!

The big prostitutes who don't pay are coming!

The emperor will sacrifice to the world in the holy city of Mexico!

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