Chapter 401 I take the benefits but I don’t take the responsibility!

Chapter 401 I take the benefits but I don’t take the responsibility!

The United States has not been doing well recently.

First, two CIA directors died, then the boss and a group of bigwigs were shot in a meeting, some died and some were injured, and now the death of Richard Bruce Cheney has pushed public opinion to the peak!

The United States has been established for more than 200 years, but the number of people who have spoken out has not been as many as in the past two years.

Do we have to wear helmets to work in the future, or write a suicide note?

Ha~

It is the United States that makes people afraid, when will it be someone else's turn to make the United States afraid?

Many southern rednecks held signs and marched in groups.

A reporter grabbed a bearded man on the street, the kind with a red short-sleeved baseball cap, a beard and a big belly, and interviewed him.

"The Bush administration is the most incompetent I've ever seen! How many people died during his tenure? How many things happened? He should have died in the Pacific battlefield, XXXX..."

"He made a mess of this country. I thought I lived in India. This is the United States, the safest United States in the world!!"

"Also, why don't the idiots in Texas go back? Do the Mexicans have a PY deal with them?!"

"Those bastards just took our taxes, and this is the only result?"

"It must be the Mexicans who did this! I swear, I swear on my grandma, although she is dead, but if I am wrong, let my grandma go to hell!"

The host and guests in the live broadcast room all lowered their heads. At this moment, they seemed very busy.

As soon as this live broadcast came out, many people felt that this statement was right. It must be Victor!

Calling to give him some "fat" to taste, they called on the Pentagon... Oh, the boss is gone, calling on the military to intervene directly!

Into Mexico and take away Victor's position.

As soon as this kind of speech started, the White House spokesman came out to declare: "This action excludes Mexico, and there is no direct evidence to prove that they are involved. The CIA has evidence to prove that this attack came from the anti-government armed forces in Central America, and they have now locked it in."

Central American armed forces: "Ah?"

Unjust! My lord, I am wronged!!!

People are sitting at home, and the pot comes from the sky.

It is true that when you are weak, people can use the loss of a soldier as an excuse. When you are strong, even if the Minister of Defense dies, they have to say that it was not you who did it.

It is really ironic.

And taking advantage of this time, many cult groups have begun to jump out and vigorously promote "the end of the world" and "the end of the United States". You pay 2,000 US dollars and they will take you with them when they run away.

It is also ridiculous that in a residential area in Queens, New York City, the famous charlatan Boniface Harrison, a 101-year-old man, was imprisoned for 31 years because of his relationship with "Heaven's Gate". After he was released, he has been living in seclusion here and has not seen anyone.

But on August 19, shortly after the old defense minister was killed in the bombing, he suddenly had an epilepsy and said to the believers around him, "I saw someone sitting on the throne in the south, wearing a crown, holding the Spear of Longinus in his left hand and the Sword of Arthur in his right hand, and saying to all living beings: Praise my name!"

The believer just wanted to ask what it was, and the charlatan Boniface Harrison fainted and was admitted to the ICU.

This matter caused a lot of uproar because he was so famous that his status in many immigrant communities was equivalent to that of India's "Goblin" Gandhi.

Many believers are speculating who he is talking about!

Holding the Spear of Longinus in the left hand and the Sword of Arthur in the right hand?

These are all symbols of "king" in mythological stories. Will that person rule the world?

This naturally became a hot search and caused more discussion.

Some people infer that the southern part of the United States is Mexico, which means there will be an "emperor" there?

Could it be: Victor? ! ! !

The people who like to do good things have turned out many "miracles" that happened in Mexico.

For a time, the rumor that Victor was the reincarnation of King Arthur was in an uproar!

Soon, it reached Victor who was still on the front line.

"What?"

"I am the reincarnation of King Arthur?"

"Some people say I am Jesus Christ?"

Victor didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this. "Have we sent anyone to contact this Boniface Harrison?"

"No." Casare held back his laughter. "Our intelligence agencies have never contacted him at all. Maybe he really saw something?"

"Don't talk nonsense. If he had this ability, would he still be imprisoned for 31 years? It's just an old man's fantasy before his death, but it's good to do so. It will deepen our influence at the grassroots level in the United States."

"We can publish this news more in American newspapers and magazines, and let some believers come out to answer this dream. It would be best to direct people's attention to Mexico."

Victor will not miss any opportunity to improve his reputation.

Na na na...

This is not what I said, it was proposed by your own people.

This kind of "cult speech" that looks like nonsense at first glance is very popular. Not only the lower class people, but also some Hollywood stars, university professors, wealthy people, clergy and government officials are very committed to the end of the world.

To put it nicely, it's preparing for a rainy day...

To put it bluntly, it's just being bored and having nothing to do.

The two chatted for a while, and Victor didn't pay too much attention to this "joke". His expression was slightly restrained, "Did Augustine reply?"

"The German KGB did not send back any news, but his informant told him that the Emergency Committee had ordered Alpha to arrest XXX, but the other party refused, and the "Nobel Peace Prize" winner who was on vacation in Foros was under house arrest at this time."

It's funny that the "bald academic bully" won the Peace Prize in 1990.

Reagan called him the "Giant of Peace."

What a fool!

You killed yourself, so of course Reagan praised you. Who knows, he might be hiding in his bed and laughing at you late at night.

The Qin Dynasty was the remnant of the six generations of the Qin Dynasty, and you are the "three generations of the Qin Dynasty!"

Su Xunzong is in the hospital again. What surgery is he going to have?

Chest enlargement surgery.

Why do you need a chest enlargement? Because there is no place to hang the medal.

Victor pondered for a moment, "We have to find a way to fish in troubled waters and get more benefits!"

"Now is the most chaotic period in the Soviet Union. This coup has completely accelerated the speed of their death. You let Augustine contact that person directly..."

He couldn't remember the name at once.

"Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot!" Casare said beside him.

This man is the "boss" of the German department of the KGB. He is the one who got the medal and was paid. Later, he was transferred back to the country to serve as a senior staff officer. He also has connections in the emergency committee.

His father-in-law is one of the "eight big families"!

"Yes, this guy, ask him if the German or Baltic army will pack up. Anyway, the weapons and equipment are useless, just pull them directly to Mexico!"

"Double Eleven is a fierce fight!"

Brother, go to the link, the Mexican tycoon does not bargain directly!

Pull the equipment of one division after another here. If it doesn't work, we will airlift it ourselves.

Casare reacted calmly to Victor's words, because a few months ago, a special organization was set up to target the "trading" of the Soviet Union.

There is also a special code name for the operation: "Taobao!"

From small bullets to large missiles, they will not refuse anyone from the Soviet Union!

At least 600 million US dollars have been spent!

It is necessary to recreate the "Soviet Union" in North America!

"Augustine mentioned that Mikhail was dissatisfied with our failure to declare support and send people to support the conservatives. He has told him several times."

Casare saw the boss looking around, so he took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to him, lighting it for him while speaking.

Victor exhaled a puff of smoke, smiled and shook his head, "You can make money by getting cheap, but don't take responsibility..."

What a scumbag's remarks.

"And, you see, it won't be long before this so-called coup will be eliminated!"

Casare opened his eyes, "Boss, how do you know?"

Victor smiled mysteriously, walked to the window, looked at the white clouds in the sky, smoked a cigarette, and remained silent.

Ding-ling-ling~

The phone on the table suddenly rang.

Casare picked it up quickly.

"Okay, I'll tell the general right away."

After he hung up the phone, he said with a happy face, "Boss, Lieutenant General Erich Falkenhayn, commander of the 2nd Marine Division, led two regiments to defeat three regiments in Guerrero State in "Huetamo", killing more than 3,000 people, capturing more than 700 people, and killing 17 officers, including Ambrose Sayers, the leader of the drug trafficking group in Guerrero State!"

"Now we are advancing along the border towards Mexico City, about 170 kilometers away!"

"The 3rd Marine Division is also heading south, and will be able to reach Mexico City on the 22nd."

"The old Mexican officers in the cities along the way fled after hearing the news and dared not resist us..."

"Okay!"

Victor hurried to the map and found the place "Huetamo". There was an endless open space there. You are fighting with the "armored forces" here. You are crazy. "Let the reserve army control the city and maintain order. The states and counties in the war zone will implement martial law for four months, distinguish drug addicts from surrendered soldiers, and distribute food."

"Also, send a congratulatory message to Lieutenant General Erich Falkenhayn in the name of the Governor's Office!"

Casare also had a smile on his face.

Mexico City, the "legal" capital, is right in front of us. We can touch it with our hands!

Conquer the central part!

Improve the strategic depth, and the First Republic will be invincible!

Mexico's anti-drug war is just around the corner.

Thinking of this, his voice couldn't help but rise, and he saluted in an unconventional way, "Yes!"

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In the Querétaro Historic Reserve in Guanajuato.

As the name suggests, this is a historic site.

At that time, this was a war against the French invasion, and there were also most of the Indian and Spanish-style buildings.

This place is classified as a "safe zone", where journalists, refugees and hospitals are all here, so there are many people and the environment is very crowded, but at least it is safe.

In the field hospital of the 3rd Division.

Two pickup trucks drove in, and Rodri, who was a captain and had been promoted to the colonel company commander of the 7th Reserve Division, got off the co-pilot with a solemn expression.

The head of their village of Sebern had died a long time ago...

Although the reserve forces did not have to go to the front line, occasionally there were scattered drug dealers who liked to attack the rear, and the reserve divisions that were responsible for guarding and transporting tasks also suffered frequent losses.

The village head was ambushed while transporting ammunition.

His son...

became a deserter when the guns were fired and was shot by the warlord.

It can only be said that fate is a trick.

Seeing the pickup truck coming in, a dozen female nurses and doctors in white coats ran out, wearing masks, but it could be seen from their clear eyes that they were all young.

Rodri and the driver opened the curtain at the back of the troop carrier, and a foul smell came from the pavement. When the flap was opened, the scene inside was shocking.

Dozens of corpses lay scattered about, with mosquitoes buzzing on them, blood gushing out like pouring water, many with broken limbs, loose eyeballs and heads...

"vomit!!"

This directly taught these young nurses and doctors a lesson in the cruelty of war. Several female nurses covered their mouths and ran to the side to vomit!

"There are a total of 67 corpses in the two vehicles." Rodri's eyes were indifferent and he spoke lightly. "Pack them up, put them in body bags, and transport them to the rear when the time comes."

This tone made some little girls couldn't help but look up.

Mainly he seemed too calm!

This guy is definitely a murderer.

In fact, Rodri is just...slow, or he is gradually adapting. How did he become a captain? It's not that he inherited it after the village chief died, but when he saw Fa Xiao being beaten to death when facing a group of stragglers, he got up and rushed out with a gun in hand.

One person directly beat to death more than 20 people on the other side, and then captured 17 people, setting a record for the largest number of prisoners captured by a single soldier in the First Republic.

Reserve…

A soldier too!

"Okay, get started, be careful, don't tear off the organs and limbs, they are all heroes, there is nothing to be afraid of." An old military doctor said, then climbed into the car and started to move the body .

Under his leadership, the medical staff also cheered up and started.

When Rodri was about to take out his cigarette, a hand stretched out, white and tender, holding a candy. He raised his head in confusion. Standing in front of him was a female nurse who reached up to his chest. She looked young. Big, when he met his eyes, the other person was obviously panicked.

"Smoking is harmful to your health. You can try this candy. It's quite sweet."

Rodri was slightly stunned, and just about to refuse, the other party put the candy into his hand and suddenly asked, "Can we see the day when drug traffickers are in Mexican soil?"

There was a bit of confusion and struggle in his clear eyes.

"Of course." Rodri said, his voice was very rough. He grew up as a farmer and his skin was dark. He was a little shy when talking to girls, but he was still determined. "Drugs will disappear from Mexico. No one can use them anymore." Drugs control us. When the general comes, our miserable life will no longer exist."

The little nurse nodded vigorously, "Eat it, I'll still have it when the time comes." After saying that, she ran to pick up the body.

Rodri unscrewed the wrapper and popped the candy into his mouth.

kindness…

Very sweet!

This smell made his depressed mood become much more cheerful.

More than half an hour later.

After the corpse is unloaded, it will be taken to the cleaning pool and washed by dedicated personnel.

Rodri got in the car, opened the window, and looked back casually. Among the many figures, he saw the little nurse, who was supporting a wounded man. Perhaps feeling his gaze, he turned around and waved to him. Wave.

He subconsciously raised his head and returned it.

The comrade driving next to him saw the little nurse in the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "Okay, Rodri, you look boring, but you are really good at finding girls. How did you hook up with her?"

"No no no."

When Rodri heard this, he shook his head hastily, "This is not a hookup, we..."

“We just call each other gay!”

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