Chapter 392 We surround North America!

Chapter 392 We surround North America!

Tijuana. Deepwater pool.

In fact, it is a small port. Normally, cruise ships and assault boats dock here, and there are many tourists. However, after the war started, it was requisitioned and no one was allowed to approach.

And at this time...

There are a bunch of people sitting or standing on the shore, and the signs they hang are reporters. There are people from all countries.

There is a gantry crane hanging across it, with a rope stretched very long. If you look carefully, you can see a person hanging on it, head down, shouting a lot, no one can understand.

There are several sharks swimming below, occasionally raising their heads and opening their bloody mouths.

"ah!!!"

As soon as the sudden rope was loosened, the man in the air screamed and fell down. With a pop, the water splash was higher than that of the Philippine diving team. The shark seemed to be frightened and rushed towards the opponent with bared teeth and claws.

Bite!

devour!

Blood began to gurgling out of the water...

"OMG! OMG!! Oh my god, ahhh!!" A blond female reporter couldn't bear it, holding her head and kneeling on the ground, shouting, retching with an ugly face.

The reporters were in an uproar.

Everyone felt the love from the north of Mexico.

"Next!" Casare, who was smoking a cigarette, shouted. Two northern troops pulled an old man out from the side team. It was Rear Admiral James Anderson, commander of the "Invincible" aircraft carrier. He was no longer as high-spirited as before. .

The whole person was hunched over, as if... being sucked dry.

When he was pulled out, his mouth was still trembling. When the rope was put around his ankle, he couldn't help crying, "I am Lord! General of Great Britain, I surrender, you can't kill me! You can't!" Kill me!"

Several British reporters couldn't help but speak, but were stopped by their colleagues.

Casare reached out to the accompanying security personnel, who handed over the microphone, "Your Excellency! I'm sorry, your country abandoned you, and those high-ranking gentlemen refused to pay to redeem you. If you want to blame it, blame it. them!"

"You are not even worth ten pounds in their hearts!"

"Don't worry, after your death, the great General Victor will order the navy to drive the sharks into the English Channel. Of course, you must not be pulled out during the process, otherwise, you will not be able to return home."

These murderous words will definitely disgrace the British government, and there are thousands of people!

"I surrender, don't kill me, I can serve the Mexican Navy! I have many secrets, and I know many secrets of the Navy, don't kill me!" Rear Admiral James Anderson begged with snot and tears streaming down his face.

The reporters were in an uproar.

I have never seen such a shameless general.

They all looked at their British counterparts. Their expressions looked as if they had eaten shit.

The commander standing below glanced at Casare, who had already raised his hand and was waiting quietly to wave it down.

"Sir, there is news from the Governor's Office." The secretary suddenly ran over and whispered in his ear. Casare's eyes flashed, and he smiled and said into the microphone, "My lord, you are lucky. Congratulations, you are still here." alive."

"knock off!"

When James Anderson was released from the rope, he sat down on the ground and looked at the Northern Army soldiers shivering, "Can... let me change my pants."

Governor's Office.

Victor met with representatives of the HSBC consortium.

This company established in London has a market value of more than 100 billion U.S. dollars. It has business in Asia, Africa, Europe, Latin America, and Australia, especially in Hong Kong. Relying on the economic boom of the 1980s, they have a mouth full of oil.

same…

Their relationship with the British government is also very good.

"Mr. Governor, on behalf of the royal family, the cabinet and the 70 million people in the UK, I am discussing the issue of captives with you." Malcolm Lewis, president of the North American branch of HSBC Financial Group, said with a forced smile.

He worked in Mexico for five years. Before the rise of Victor, the financial statements of HSBC were in red. After the rise of Victor, the numbers on the statements dropped sharply, making people cry.

During the "economic reform", HSBC was also one of the first companies willing to let the Northern Army join a joint venture. It was relatively obedient and did not do anything extraordinary. Victor still liked these...fat pigs.

Malcolm Lewis was forced into this.

The "Shark Bungee Jump" was broadcast live, with a 100% mortality rate. Many British people saw it. The cabinet couldn't sit still and immediately contacted the HSBC consortium, hoping that they could bring the people back.

As for money…

Parliament is really out of money, and the treasury is raising rats.

Can you please take care of it first and we'll pay it back in installments?

If it doesn’t work, just use domestic mortgage!

So HSBC executives asked Malcolm Lewis to come over...

"The British government asked you to negotiate?"

Victor looked at the reserved businessman in front and smiled gently, "What is their bottom line?"

? ? ? !

How could anyone come up and ask this?

Can I tell you my territory?

But Malcolm Lewis glanced at the golden revolver in the other man's hand, a classic Colt Python revolver.

This was given to him by the people of "Baja California". He liked it very much and always carried it with him. This represents his weight in the hearts of the people.

He said it simply, "160 million pounds!"

Work is work, life is fate, and the score is clear. He has no urge to die for the company.

Victor was very satisfied that the other party was tactful, "I want 158 ​​million pounds, and you can take the remaining 2 million to have tea."

Malcolm Lewis's hands trembled. Taking a kickback of 2 million? !

This... this is not good.

"Of course, I have something to trouble you..."

"What... what."

Victor glanced at Cuauhkmote who was sitting next to him. The nominal president of the "First Republic" smiled. His voice was a little hoarse due to the injury, and his vocal cords could not be reversed. "We need a batch of loans to build Mexico."

Malcolm Lewis breathed a sigh of relief and thought it was something else, "No problem..."

"But we don't want to pay it back."

Huh? !

You are getting it for free!

No, you are robbing?

He looked sad, "This is against the procedure. I... I will be sued, and my limit is only 2.6 million pounds. If it is higher than this, the headquarters will have to approve it."

"Then we will lend several times, 2.4 million pounds each time. This should be no problem. If it is done, we can give you a dividend of 100,000 pounds. With the kickbacks, it will be enough for you to live in another place. What do you think of Mexico? It is beautiful, and we are willing to provide you with shelter."

Quaukmot smiled, "Of course, you can refuse. It's okay. We are all very democratic."

Click~

Victor next to him pressed the safety, and Malcolm Lewis sweated as the revolver slid with a crisp sound.

As the president of the North American branch, he has the authority to lend money to others. Isn't it just a matter of opening a shell company? It's very simple, but the other party dragged him into the water, and he was so scared.

"8 million pounds, we'll give it to you when the time comes. This is our biggest concession, haha."

This number still made Malcolm Lewis tremble in his heart. 8 million pounds, he could never get so much money even if he worked hard, so it was impossible for him not to be tempted...

Victor and the others were not in a hurry, just watching him quietly.

Finally, four or five minutes passed.

He spoke.

"I...I also want to give some money to the higher-ups."

If you don't take it and I don't take it, what will Mr. Smith take?

"Of course, let's see how much money can be approved. If it's less than 50 million, I can give you 5%, and if it's more than 50 million, you can take 6%. You pay the money from the higher-ups, how about that?" Kwaukmot said.

As long as you succeed, you will be a multimillionaire at least!

For wage earners, there is nothing that can't be done, as long as the benefits are high, and as a consortium, there are many illegal loan cases.

There are a lot of bad debts every year.

As long as the operation is concealed, the worst that can happen is to create a few more shell companies, and you can run away if they are found out!

"No problem!"

"Then we will have a happy cooperation. I look forward to your good news. Tell Buckingham Palace that I will execute the captives if they don't pay within three days."

Malcolm Lewis shuddered when he heard this, nodded hurriedly, picked up the coffee and drank it, and followed the secretary to leave in a restrained manner.

There were only two people left in the room.     "We look like kidnappers." Kwaukmot said with a smile.

Victor stood up and took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet behind him. There was a series of English words written on it, which he couldn't understand, but it should not be cheap. He poured the coffee into the cactus, then filled it up for himself, and gestured to Kwaukmot. The other party waved his hand, "Tatiana doesn't let me drink. I have to take care of my body."

"What a good man."

Victor smiled, "The biggest difference between us and kidnappers is that they don't have our firepower. If possible, I want to kidnap the queen and sell her underwear to Amin. I heard that he likes it very much."

This remark attracted Kwaukmot's laughter.

Slowly, his smile faded and he sighed.

"Victor, Mexico is out of touch with many countries in Europe and Latin America. Many regions even list us as terrorists. It's hard to do things at work."

"The economic policies implemented in the country can satisfy the lower-class people, but other classes are very hostile to us. Some people think we are practicing communism."

In the propaganda of Europe and the United States, this kind of doctrine is cannibalistic!

Although many people in Latin America are doing this, how many can succeed? Only Cuba, right?

And they were suppressed to death in that small piece of land.

If you have any signs, you will be killed.

The class struggle is bloody.

Just like the Philippines, power and money are in the hands of more than a hundred families. Where is the chance to stand out?

"Whether it's communism or capitalism, if it can make people live a good life, then it's suitable for Mexico, but I know that the United States has been sucking blood for a long time. If we don't resist, then we are the pigs they raise and can exploit us at any time. Although our relationship with them is very bad now, in fact, if you look closely, it's also very good. They have a group of people who dare not go to war with us!"

"Our missiles can hit his Washington!"

"We can make Wall Street's economy collapse for three days!"

"We can make those elites who light cigarettes with banknotes live in fear of caliber."

"Do you think they dare to fight us to the death?"

"Moreover, the United States blocks us, so why don't we block the United States? In the first half of the year, the number of U.S. cargo ships passing through the Gulf of Mexico was 31% less than last year. What does this mean? In the region, we play the role of opening the door for them. We close the door. Their things have to go around a lot, and the cost has to be doubled. Do you think if this continues, will we offend them, or will they offend their own class? "

"We have nothing anyway, and the United States, wearing Adidas, doesn't dare to start a local fight with us."

"Too much money, I'm scared to death." Victor sighed.

Kwaukmot felt that this theory was indeed correct.

Would the richest man trade his life with a poor man?

Definitely not!

Because he feels it's not worth it.

But the poor think it is worth it, because you are unkind for the sake of wealth.

"When we can completely control the sky, hahaha, then the United States will have to hold its nose and admit our strength."

Victor took a deep breath, "Of course, all this requires us to make ourselves stronger and overthrow Popovich. The next one will be the southern government. Don't worry, we have to eat one bite at a time!!"

The economy in the north is still not as good as in the south...

"Also, land reform must continue. This is an important means for us to tie up with the civilian class."

"I will keep an eye on it personally, and I will kill anyone who messes around here." Quaukmot nodded cautiously.

"They want us dead, let's see who lives hard!"

Victor raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass, showing his sharpness.

…

Jalisco-Guanajuato state northwest battlefield.

On a 600-meter-high mountain on the border between the two sides, more than 2,000 people from the 71st Regiment of the elite "1st Brigade", nicknamed the "Barbary Lions", are stationed here.

Among them, the grassroots cadres are all US troops.

Bunkers, trenches and foxholes abound...

There was even an uphill buffer point to protect against shrapnel from shells.

A fat private wearing a BDU six-color desert camouflage combat uniform squatted on the ground panting, took out chocolate from his arms and gnawed on it, his eyes shining.

"Idiot! Put on your helmet!" Suddenly a curse rang out. He raised his head and saw a white man coming over menacingly and grabbing him by the neck. "Who told you to take off your helmet on the battlefield!"

The fat man hurriedly took it with him and was in a hurry.

"If you let me see you again, I will tell you to get out and become a human target!"

"Yes, sir!"

The American officer snorted coldly and left with a dark face.

The fat man lowered his head and dropped the chocolate in his hand. He squatted down to pick it up.

Boom boom boom!

The huge shock wave knocked him down. He hugged his head and curled up and screamed, and the sand above fell on him.

Pa da~

An arm fell on his face, but it could still move, and blood was stained all over his face. His eyes widened, and he saw not far away that the officer who had just scolded him had been blown to pieces!

The bloody piece of meat fell not far away from him, and the squirming muscles made his brain dizzy and he fainted!

The artillery regiment of the Third Marine Division was bombarding the hillside indiscriminately. Since they had firepower, they used "Van Fleet's ammunition!"

Invest a huge amount of ammunition for intensive bombing to achieve a devastating blow to the enemy!

The family is strong and rich, so there is nothing they can do.

The logistics team brought many artillery shells over, but they didn’t feel distressed at all.

Come directly to 20 rounds!

There are 62 M198 155mm howitzers, 32 M109 self-propelled howitzers, 74 BM-13C rocket launchers, and 168 artillery pieces. This is the "artillery regiment" property of a "main force division".

All four divisions have it.

Anyway, just blast it as hard as you can.

Bang bang bang!

Thousands of artillery shells fell on the 2.2 square kilometers of hillside, blasting a crater on the left and a hole on the right.

Those fortifications were like paper in front of the shells.

Broken limbs and broken arms are flying around!

The blood gathered into blood pits, and those who were not yet dead were wailing inside.

"Help me..."

A pair of black hands firmly grasped the stone and moved it forward with force. His age could not be seen. His two legs were gone and his whole body was covered in blood, but his desire to survive kept him lying down.

His lips were dry and even cracked.

He raised his head, and in his cloudy eyes, he seemed to see a woman looking at him sadly...

"Mom, I'm tired and don't want to fight anymore..."

He thought that when he was very young, his father made him a wooden carving of an airplane, and he ran wildly in the fields with it. At that time, he was smiling, and his mother was calling him behind him.

The little yellow dog that he had raised for a long time was following him with his tongue sticking out. He was very happy.

"Mother…"

"I want to go home..."

The light in his eyes went out and he fell to the ground, but the next second, a bomb fell beside him, and the body was rolled up like rags and torn into many pieces.

war…

That's it.

Anyone who likes war is either a fool or an idiot.

God…

Do you really like war that much?

Guaguagua~

The crow stood on the branch and screamed strangely. It looked at the bloody battlefield below with longing in its eyes.

It's like...

The same politician who sends people to the battlefield.

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