Chapter 400 CIA is me, and I am Hydra!
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!! Get out of the way!!"
A truck was running rampant on the streets of Mexico City. The passenger stuck his head out, holding a gun in his hand, and yelled at the refugees who were blocking the road.
Bang, bang, bang...
The bullets were fired into the air, scaring the refugees in front to get out of the way.
The truck just squeezed out...
Suddenly, a child lost his balance and fell out of the crowd, and his forehead was instantly crushed by the tire of the truck!
Puff!
The crisp sound of bones breaking, and colorful liquid sprayed out.
The truck didn't stop, but drove away directly, followed by several cars, and the tires rolled over them unscrupulously, and the little body was rolled up like a rag...
The ground was full of blood!
"Ah! Ah!" A woman screamed in despair, kneeling on the ground and crying, holding the broken limbs in her hands in a panic, trying to piece them together. She looked around, hoping that someone could come to help her...
She screamed in pain, beat her chest and stamped her feet, and trembled all over.
The child's blood was all over the mother's body. She looked at the car going away and cried hoarsely!
Some refugees next to her showed pity, some bowed their heads and lamented, and some looked numb...
Since Popovich was killed, the security in Mexico City has completely collapsed!
Gangsters, drug dealers, and the army began to rob in groups!
All the luxury stores on the famous "Crown Street" were robbed. The army rushed in and took away the gold, jewelry, and even the lucky cat.
The drug dealers robbed the refugees, and those who didn't pay were killed!
The Chimahuacan slums were full of corpses...
Scarlet rats were gnawing at the corpses in the stinking ditch.
And those rich people…
went south under the protection of bodyguards!
No, this is called "migration to the south"? ? ?
Just like the convoy just now, it belongs to the "food tycoon" Bink Group in Mexico City!
They monopolize food creation, and their original assets are about 1.7 billion US dollars, but he is also a "supporter" of the old Mexican society and has publicly criticized Victor's rule.
So, when they found that Mexico City was not going well, they ran away with their families.
At this time, Juan Beckman Santos, president of Bink Group, was sitting cross-legged and talking on the phone in the car, and his two children were sitting next to him, playing with Disney dolls in their hands.
Well…
This doll is something that slum refugees can never afford in their lifetime…
After Juan Beckman Santo hung up the phone, the driver looked at him in the rearview mirror, "Sir, our car seems to have just run over someone..."
"If they're dead, they're just a bunch of homeless people." He said casually, then smiled and touched his daughter, "When we get to the south, what do you want to eat?"
"I want to eat steak!"
"Okay, okay, no problem." He nodded lovingly.
He didn't care at all that his convoy ran over people.
The reporters who came after hearing the news wore vests to film the accident scene, and many of them were broadcasting live.
There was even a Korean reporter. Why do you say it's Korean?
Because he has a GB face.
He looked at the body on the ground, suppressed his nausea, and said to the people around him, "It's disgusting, it's still so smelly even after death."
"Mexicans are drug addicts in their bones."
Hey, there happened to be a Mexican reporter who could understand what he said.
I went up to him and argued with him. He didn't admit it, and he said he was slandering me. The Mexican male reporter punched him, and then a fight broke out. They punched and kicked each other, and three Koreans were pressed to the ground and beaten.
I seemed to hear shouting.
"Woof woof~Woof woof!" (Help, don't hit me!)
It was so lively...
"We can see that the scene is in chaos..." A Brazilian female reporter was still explaining on the side. Suddenly, she felt someone pulling her clothes. She lowered her head and saw a boy holding a little girl. Both of them had dirt on their faces.
"What's the matter, little friend?"
"Are you reporters?" The boy asked with his eyes wide open.
"Of course."
"Then can Mr. Victor of the Northern Army see it?"
The Brazilian female reporter was startled, "Maybe."
The boy's face lit up, and then he lifted up his and his sister's clothes, revealing the words on his belly, "Mr. Victor, please come to Mexico City to save us!!"
He shouted at the top of his voice, "Sir, please save us!"
...
"Gentlemen!"
In the Plaza de León, Victor looked at the soldiers below, raised his hands, his eyes red, "Do you know what Mexico City is like now?"
"Corpses everywhere! There is no order!"
"Do you know what the market in Mexico City is like? ”
“The poor are picking up vegetable leaves. That small bag of flour costs 20 dollars, 20 dollars!! This is the expenses of a poor family for 3 months!!”
“They live in darkness, they shout to the sky, they are waiting for us to uphold justice!”
“Gentlemen!”
“Our people are calling us! Go into Mexico City, kill the drug dealers who bully our compatriots, kill those who are on top of us, tell them that we are here, and peace and fairness are here!”
“Go!”
“Victory will always belong to us!”
“Long live victory!!”
“Hi!!”
“Long live Victor!!”
All the soldiers of the 3rd Marine Division below raised their hands and shouted!
Even a "foreigner" like Ye Jihuan felt excited.
"I finally know why our village chief told us single men not to gather for no reason." Zhang Ziqiang, whose face turned red and flushed, said in a low voice.
"This is so passionate. Who can't get over it? I feel like I'm Mexican now."
'Don't talk. "Ye Jihuan hissed and looked at the man on the stage waving his arms in a final salute. This was the first time he saw Victor.
But at this moment...
He seemed to see a leader whom he would always follow.
According to the redeployment plan, the three regiments of the 3rd Division rushed directly through the state of Queretaro and entered the state of Mexico, while the rest went to encircle and kill the "leader" of the "1st Brigade" and other troops. After defeating them together, the 2nd Division marched into Mexico City.
When he learned that Lieutenant General Hastings Ike Auchinleck had been dismissed, he faced his entourage and the commander of the 3rd Division, Alexeyevich Brusilov, and Major General Chief of Staff Frederick. .Von Paulus and others said.
"Destiny is mine!"
Standing on the high platform, Victor watched the troops leave. His eyes were far away, his head raised, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to see his suffering people.
"Long live victory!"
At this moment, a follower behind him answered the phone and ran over urgently, "General, something happened in the Soviet Union."
"Someone is armed..."
Victor frowned and looked at Casare, "What's today's date?"
"August 19th!"
He raised his head, his eyes deep and hesitant, "The Soviet Union is beginning to prepare to collapse."
…
Just when everyone was looking at Mexico, a big piece of news came!
The 819 Incident occurred in the Soviet Union!
(I can’t go into details, you can search it yourself).
This incident shocked the whole world!
Many Soviet Union countries condemned it!
Even the Pentagon started jumping out, "This is a shocking coup, it's simply appalling!"
But the spokesman's lips could no longer hold down, and his smile was almost to the point of breaking out.
Now even the most ignorant person can realize that the internal contradictions in the Soviet Union have begun to manifest themselves.
Dying!
All the boys who followed the Soviet Union were at a loss as to what to do. They called or contacted the Soviet Union through their own connections, but... no one answered.
It’s just that some people say that the streets are full of protestors!
The wind from the east blew away the gloom at the Pentagon.
Senior Secretary of Defense Richard Bruce Cheney peels an apple for Bush Sr. at the bedside of Walter Reed National Military Medicine.
Do you think he wants to come?
The boss had people make more than a dozen phone calls to him!
"Sir, the Soviet Union is about to collapse. They are already fighting among themselves."
Bush's eyes were shining brightly on the bed, and his expression was excited.
This opponent has been going on for more than 40 years since 1945. After enduring many hardships, the president of the United States is finally coming to an end in his own term. Doesn’t that mean that he will lead the country into an era that belongs to the United States? !
He immediately felt energetic and moved his body upwards. The family members next to him helped him up.
"Is the news accurate?" His voice was a little weak.
"Well, the whole world is paying attention, and XXX is now under house arrest."
Bush laughed slowly and loudly at the end. Halfway through the laugh, his voice got stuck and he coughed hard.
George W. Bush patted his father's back hard and worriedly tried to persuade him.
"I'm fine. I've never been so happy."
Looking at his boss from the corner of his eye, Richard Bruce Cheney said softly, "Sir, I plan to resign."
"????!"
Bush's face froze, and he looked at the other party. The old defense chief dodges a little, "My grandson is born, and I want to live a peaceful life."
Safe!
This word is important.
Bush understood immediately that the other party did not want to get involved in the CIA issue, which made him a little panicked, "Richard, are you leaving me too?"
this…
"I'm just a regular old guy," Richard Bruce Cheney sighed.
The defense minister of a superpower said this.
He put the apple next to him and said gently, "I think Donald is more suitable to be the Secretary of Defense than me. He is ambitious and driven. Likewise, his prestige in the military is also very high. If the CIA..."
Richard Bruce Cheney paused. "The troops under his command were able to quickly put down the rebellion."
Use the military against the CIA!
"Have a good rest, sir. My resignation has been written. Please approve it." After saying that, he took out the written resignation letter from his arms and placed it on his quilt. He stood up and nodded, "I won't disturb your rest. "
As soon as he turned around, he left decisively.
Without any hesitation.
"He's scared! Hahaha, even a half-buried man is scared!" Bush smiled and shook his head, his tone helpless.
"Father, CIA Director Stanfield Turner was shot in the office with you. It is unlikely that he betrayed the United States." Bush hesitated and said.
"The director of the CIA and the CIA are two different things. This department holds the will of the United States. You also know that while I was injured and hospitalized, the CIA extracted my blood, DNA and physical condition. What are they going to do? They are planning to develop venom against me. ?”
"There is a CIA bug in my office, and you have been tracked by the CIA. Do they think we don't know this?"
The more Bush talked, the more excited he became, and he began to retch vigorously.
"If we want to go further, then we have to abandon them and curb their power!!"
The CIA was born under Hoover's barbarism and had already penetrated everywhere under his 47-year dictatorial leadership. Why was the US Defense Information Systems Agency established in 2023? Are you talking about coordinating the CIA and FBI?
Isn't there just no other way but to break away from them and form a new department?
If you want to move their interests, they don't care who you are. The president can be anyone, but there can only be one CIA. Some orders may not be issued by the director.
"Even if the CIA is a tumor growing in the bones of the United States, it will not be of any benefit to us. We have to cut off their means of survival and cannot let them continue to live!"
"If you want to move into the White House in the future, I will clear any obstacles for you!"
Bush said this very firmly, as if...this position belonged to his family?
Bush looked at his stubborn father, patted him on the shoulder, and sighed.
"Then the new defense minister..."
"Let someone nominate Donald Rumsfeld, whose character will help us put down the CIA."
"clear."
Bush covered him with a quilt, then walked to the window, and happened to see Richard Bruce Cheney coming downstairs. The other man also stopped and raised his head. Although no one could see clearly, they still subconsciously understood each other. 's nodded.
Lao Fang let out a long sigh of relief. He felt extremely relaxed after putting down his burden.
Finally, he no longer has to face Victor or the CIA. Now he just wants to fish.
When he got in the car, he saw a picture hanging on it, with a smiling child on it. Richard smiled gently and kissed it.
As soon as the fire is turned on...
boom! !
That cheap car suddenly turned into an expensive fireball.
The huge explosion shock wave shattered the glass downstairs, the green belt was flattened, and layers of "qi" could be seen with the naked eye.
Standing on it, Bush felt the heat rushing towards him!
Staring in horror, he sat down on the ground.
Behind him, Bush opened his eyes and shook vigorously. His breathing began to be disordered, his eyes were horribly red, and the entire hospital bed made a sound as he shook violently.
Bush quickly got up and saw that his father seemed to be ill.
"Quick! Call the doctor!"
The bodyguard at the door also opened the door and came in. He was a little overwhelmed when he saw this scene. He heard the roar and then went to drag the doctor.
soon…
The Secret Service men surrounded the hospital!
Bush was admitted to the ICU.
It all changes so fast.
CIA headquarters in Langley on the Potomac River.
Commissioner Stanfield Turner is making eye contact with a white man.
"Hydra promises to help you kill anyone who is unfriendly to the CIA." Reinhard Tristan Eugen said with a smile, placing a few cards in front of him.
Bush, Richard Bruce Cheney, and several others who publicly spoke against the CIA.
Now the Richard card has an "X" drawn on it.
"You are challenging the bottom line!!" Stanfield Turner lowered his voice and said dissatisfiedly.
"Don't you want to be Hoover?"
Reinhard smiled and put away the cards on the table, "Hoover killed many competitors."
"I'm helping you, aren't I?"
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