Chapter 402 I am Victor's running dog!
Estonia. Tallinn!
One of the "Big Three" in the Baltic Sea.
This is also the front line of the Soviet Union against Europe.
With missiles placed here, those high-ranking masters are obviously polite in their words, and their beliefs are also wavering.
And the "Tallinn National Square" at this time.
A ruin!
There is garbage everywhere, and mosquitoes are flying everywhere. In the summer, the stench can drift far away...
There is even feces!
Are there Indians in the Baltic Sea at this time?
There was a rally here. A group of Estonians heard about the 819 coup and called for national independence!
And the government was also very direct...
On August 20, it announced its withdrawal from the Soviet Union!
In other words, it is no longer a member state.
The reason for choosing the "Tallinn National Square" is that in addition to the fact that this place is large enough, the headquarters of the 65th Special Infantry Army of the Soviet Union in Estonia is opposite!
It also means to demonstrate to it.
But since August 19, the gate has been closed, anti-aircraft machine guns have been set up, and the sentries are fully armed, staring outside with tension, fear and confusion in their eyes.
At this time, there are still seven or eight young men in the square, wearing tattered clothes and looking like beggars. Among them is a homeless man who is obviously drunk. He is confused, burping, and urinating on the "Great Teacher" sculpture lying on the ground.
The yellow liquid made the marble sculpture dirty!
Davari is...
Have you stopped believing in me?
Beep beep beep~
A horn sounded, which scared the homeless man. He shivered and urinated directly on his feet.
The homeless man muttered a curse, wiped the liquid on his hand on his pants, turned his head and saw a Mercedes-Benz car coming from a distance. The driver handed over the ID card. The other party looked at it, saluted with a click, and then hurriedly ordered the gate to open.
The capitalist Mercedes-Benz drove into the Soviet camp!
Everyone in the square watched quietly.
They are not stupid.
Do they know that only these few people are going to cause trouble?
It's good enough if they don't get killed.
The military camp is very large, and you can see a lot of garages and helipads, and even more than 20 T-72 main battle tanks, mixed with T-80!
The Mercedes-Benz drove to the front of the building and stopped.
A group of people in Soviet uniforms had been waiting for a long time. Standing in the middle was Lieutenant General Vyacheslav Tikhonov, the person in charge of the Baltic Command and the commander of the 65th Special Infantry Army!
A man with sunglasses got out of the car, and his neat suit outlined his figure very well.
Taking off the sunglasses, it was Augustin Przewczyr!
Victor's intelligence director!
"Bondarchuk?" Lieutenant General Vyacheslav Tikhonov frowned and asked in a tone that he dared not confirm.
"Hello, Mr. Lieutenant General, good afternoon, everyone~" He greeted with a smile.
Hearing his words, everyone's expression relaxed, and then they all looked at the boss, with some nervousness in their eyes.
"Let's go to the office and talk?" Vyacheslav sighed in his heart.
"Of course!"
A group of people surrounded him upstairs, and some people were directly attentive, asking him how it was when he came, whether he was safe, and whether he encountered any danger.
The lieutenant general walking in front was very upset, and he tried hard to turn back and curse.
There was no way...
He had money!
Yesterday he received a call from a colleague who had a good relationship with him, asking him if he wanted to make some extra money!
Lieutenant General Vyacheslav Tikhonov certainly knew what it meant, it was nothing more than selling weapons!
Of course he sold them, he couldn't even pay the military expenses.
He hadn't been paid for 13 months.
Moreover, he was paid in rubles, and now rubles are so uncomfortable to use to wipe one's butt, who would use them?
There were several cases of soldiers below demanding debts with weapons. The most dangerous one was when a second lieutenant ran downstairs with an AK and opened fire randomly.
Without money, what should these soldiers do?
The Soviet Union also tacitly agreed that the army should raise funds on its own...
Lieutenant General Vyacheslav thought that it was just a small share like selling to local gangs, but his colleague said directly, "You count the tanks and heavy weapons, they pack them up!"
!!! !!!
Is this the God of Wealth?
So he personally took the senior management to greet him.
Entering the office, the general sat on the sofa, and the officers stood on both sides with shining eyes.
"Mr. Bondarchuk, this is the list you want. I counted it overnight last night." Vyacheslav handed over the summary.
Augustin Przewchil thanked him and took it, unfolded it and took a look.
Oh my god!
436 T-72 tanks!
6,000 AK47s!
Missile launchers, anti-tank missiles, armored vehicles, heavy machine guns, and a lot of bullets!
This can form a main force division and a ground-based air defense division!
Finally, there were three "Type 613 submarines" written below.
"Submarines for sale too?"
"As long as you pay, anything is fine." The deputy commander next to him said hurriedly.
Augustin Przewczyr glanced at Lieutenant General Vyacheslav, who nodded.
The former took a deep breath, "How are you going to sell it?"
"T-72 main battle tank is 1.2 million US dollars!" The deputy commander pointed out, "Our foreign trade price is 2 million US dollars, 800,000 cheaper!"
Augustin looked at the other party with a smile, and was embarrassed by the thin-skinned Soviets. The deputy commander whispered, "What about 900,000?"
"A car costs US$60,000..."
"What !!! No no, no, it is absolutely impossible, how can it be, there is no such price when going out!" The deputy commander screamed.
The officers next to me also spoke to each other.
"Yes, 50,000? This is a tank, not a Mercedes-Benz!"
“50,000 yuan can’t even buy an engine!”
Augustine calmly spread his hands and said, "If I go out in a Mercedes-Benz and others think I'm rich, should I drive a tank to discuss business?"
"...but...but you don't have to wait for a red light to drive a tank. Even a Mercedes Benz can't compete with a T-72!"
Looking at them and saying, I stood still, he knocked on the table, "It's 60,000 US dollars now, maybe 30,000 US dollars next month."
"Gentlemen, when the Soviet Union disintegrates, these will be scrap metal. No country will want them. Then it will have to be broken up."
"Also, the one I said costs 60,000 US dollars, but you have to buy one and get one free."
Wow!
The Soviets scolded him for adding insult to injury and were not friendly at all.
But in fact, after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, many participating countries were unable to use tanks at all. They could not fight with tanks. They also needed integrated maintenance, training of tank troops, etc. Otherwise, how could it be possible that so many countries in the world, half of them, did not have tanks?
Victor is also trying to optimize the military industry system.
Snap!
Augustine slapped a check directly on the table, "You agree, I will write it now, and I can make the decision. Everyone present can get 200,000."
He was counting as he spoke, "One, two, three, four..."
9 people in total.
The scolding and scolding suddenly fell silent. After a few seconds, a lieutenant colonel said, a little unsure of himself, "We don't want rubles."
There is no style at all!
These Soviet officers are like poor people who dare not ask loudly for a price at the negotiation table.
Hey~
In just a few decades, I have lost all my energy.
"Then how much does this 613 submarine cost?" Although the deputy commander felt that selling it for this little money was a bit of a loss, he also understood that if he didn't sell it for this little money, then it would not be his or his others' turn to sell it again.
There is also a $200,000 rebate.
Augustine frowned, "Can it still be opened?"
"Of course, although it is retired, it is very well maintained!"
Who believes this?
What maintenance do you need? Does maintenance cost free?
I'm so thankful to be able to drive it out.
But the order received by Augustin Przeucir was that as long as the Soviets sell it, we will accept it, and we will not reject anyone who comes!
He pondered for a moment and stretched out his palm.
"$500 package + 613 complete set of drawings!"
"Deal!" The deputy commander was happy this time and said in a mixed tone, "What about the other goods? Let's see how much they cost."
With such an officer, even if he goes to the battlefield, he will be sold to you.
He only cares about how much he can get out of it!
"AK47 is priced at US$1 per catty..."
Augustin Przeucir opened his mouth wide to swallow these benefits, and quickly calculated with a pen.
Last count.
32.2 million US dollars! !
"If you don't have any objections, I'll ask someone to give you the money. As for how to divide it, it's your own business."
The deputy commander was about to speak, but he paused and looked at Lieutenant General Vyacheslav Tikhonov, who nodded like a mascot.
Augustin Przeucir had just signed his name when he suddenly raised his head and said, "Generals, do any of you want to go to Mexico to be a teacher?"
"The annual salary of a school officer is US$120,000!"
"Major general gets 250,000 US dollars, lieutenant general gets 350,000 US dollars, and general gets 500,000 US dollars!"
"The benefits are good, including annual leave, housing, and insurance..."
"Do you have any ideas?"
…
Half an hour later, Augustine walked out with his briefcase in his arms very satisfied.
"No need to send it away. A roll-off ship will dock in the afternoon. I hope you can help transport it then. Don't worry, we have taken care of everything in Estonia and no one will stop it."
He shook hands one by one and said, "I'll wait for you in Mexico."
After saying that, he got in the car and couldn't help laughing.
These officers heard that being a teacher would pay such a high salary, and many of them agreed. They could earn Mexican money, spend it in Mexico, and promote the development of the local economy. It formed a perfect closed loop.
Not long after the Mercedes-Benz drove away, a Soviet Volga drove in and two Russians got out.
They've obviously been here more than once.
Directly approached Lieutenant General Vyacheslav Tikhonov.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Butt, but our goods are all claimed, including every bullet."
Victor Boot:? ? ? ?
“Can you tell me who the buyer is?”
"terribly sorry…"
Victor Bute's face was gloomy when he walked out with his friends, and his beard was trembling with anger.
"Utkin, find out who stole our business! Damn it, I just signed a deal with an African warlord, and now someone is cutting off my money!"
"Stealing my business from my territory, Victor Bute, is so boring!"
The strong man next to him responded. He had a bald head and the symbol of the "Third Reich" could be seen tattooed on it.
Just as the two of them were walking out of the building, the phone rang suddenly. When Victor Butt picked up the call, his expression suddenly changed, "I understand, I'll be right over."
After hanging up the phone, he took a deep breath and said, "Go back to Russia first. Our business PMC company license has been issued!"
Utkin's eyes shone and he grinned, which looked like a bear in itself, and this smile was even more terrifying.
"What's the name of the company?"
"Wagner!"
…
A church district outside Mexico City.
"Come on! The Northern Army is coming. Do you want to die here?" Ye Zhenli dragged Walter White inside the house and shouted loudly.
"Wait, it's almost."
Seeing that he was still obsessed with experiments, Ye Zhenli went up and kicked his table, causing all the bottles and jars on it to fall to the ground.
"Fake! Fake! What are you doing..." Walter White turned his head angrily, but he saw Ye Zhenli grabbing his collar and looking at him fiercely, "If you are caught by Victor, he will Use your body for experiments! At that time, you will be the guinea pig."
Why does this sound so cool?
When the wind blew, Walter White shivered unexpectedly, looked down, and then nodded.
Ye Zhenli grabbed the pistol on the table and handed it to him, "Don't worry, when we find a safe place, you can do whatever experiments you want. You are responsible for doing it, and I am responsible for selling it. We don't work for others, we do it ourselves." It’s impossible to work part-time in this life, and you can’t make a fortune working part-time!”
"Be bigger and stronger and create greater glory!"
"We want to rule the entire drug industry on the planet!"
"We want to be the king of drugs!"
Ye Zhenli's words were very inflammatory, worthy of sales, and made the high school teacher's face turn red due to stimulation.
"Walter, don't worry. When I get rich, I will definitely find a way to find the best technology in the United States to extend your life."
Ye Zhenli paused and looked at him, "Your wife and your children are waiting for you to come home."
The words "go home" stirred up Walter White's heart, and he looked at the other person, and then nodded vigorously.
"Walk!"
The two ran out of the laboratory. There were seven or eight armed men outside. These were the mercenaries Ye Zhenli paid to find.
He is now worth over $60 million...
Selling raw materials can make you rich.
With the money, he equipped himself with bodyguards, all of whom were born in the special forces.
"Walk!"
Ye Zhenli shouted to the bodyguards, and a group of people protected the two of them into the car, drove onto the highway, and ran towards the south.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Get out of the way!" he shouted at the refugees.
boom! !
A sudden loud noise came from the city, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
A mushroom cloud... rose.
"Northern Army! The Northern Army is coming, run!" a male voice screamed in terror.
It was like a switch that made the chaotic crowd go crazy.
Ye Zhenli looked at the flow of people and felt his scalp numb, "Quickly walk on the path and hit them! Hit them!"
After hearing his order, the bodyguard stepped on the accelerator. The vehicle hit the person and hit the side. It went into the woods on the roadside. The refugee underneath screamed in pain, but after a while, he was overwhelmed by the crowd behind him. Trampled to death.
These refugees don’t know why they are running away...
It's like what the newspapers said.
Victor is cruel and cruel. His rule is Satan. Anyone who wants to be his slave will kill anyone who dislikes him.
People are all blindly obedient...
When you see your ruling class running away, you subconsciously follow because you think his choice must be the right one.
August 21, 13:27 pm!
The fifth regiment, temporarily incorporated into the 2nd Marine Division, was the first to arrive outside Mexico City!
The leader of the group, Guderian, had a weathered look on his face and his whole body was about to fall apart. They bypassed the battlefield directly and passed through the most complex virgin forest in the middle of Michoacan-Mexico state!
There is no stopping in the middle. I eat in the car too. When I poop, I take off my pants and stick my butt out. Remember... there must be a tailwind.
It’s easy to eat shit when the wind is against you!
Finally, under such a crazy rapid march, they were the first to reach Mexico City!
And prepare to bombard outside the city!
But at this moment, a call came directly to his headquarters. Someone in Mexico City wanted to see him.
Guderian thought for a moment and agreed.
Then two Americans approached him.
"Sir, I think we can talk." One of the middle-aged men with a very pale face said with a smile.
"These are all my soldiers, and I trust them more."
The middle-aged man looked at his companion, nodded helplessly, and stared directly into Guderian's eyes, "Do you want to be a distinguished guest in Europe and the United States? Do you want to be a master?"
"What's the meaning?"
The middle-aged man handed over a gift box and motioned for him to open it. The guard next to him took it and helped open it. Inside was a pair of red leather shoes.
"Do you know Hedy Diaz? She is a very beautiful girl, yes, a future star in Hollywood. These shoes are made of her. We are from the Red Shoe Club!"
Douglas Haig, the deputy leader next to him, opened his eyes wide when he heard this. He was not shocked by this organization, but he was shocked by what the other party said.
"Join us. As long as you give up attacking Mexico City, we guarantee that you will be able to enter the upper echelons of the Northern Army!"
Guderian raised his head, expressionless, "Beast!"
"Tie them up, I will use them to sacrifice the flag!"
The deputy commander Douglas Haig, who had been unable to hold back for a long time, rushed over and slapped the middle-aged man to the ground.
"Ah! We are guests! Guests! What are you doing? Let me go. You are offending the whole world!!"
"It's so dirty."
Guderian came over, stepped on his face, and raised his head, "The air is dirty."
He stretched out his hand, and someone handed him an axe.
Guderian raised it, and in the other party's horrified eyes, he chopped it down with a ferocious face.
"Victor's Mexico, believe in light!!!"
Puff! !
The head was chopped in half.
Blood splashed on him, staining his uniform red. Another American next to him was trembling with fear, and kept shouting.
"Hey!"
"For the general's Mexico, we clean up the darkness!"
"Hey!"
Tens, hundreds, thousands of soldiers shouted one after another.
"Stuff his ass into the cannonball, I'm going to use his body to hit Mexico City!"
"Glory to the general!"
"Long live!!"
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