Chapter 406 Take care, brother! Goodbye, girl! Love you, mom!
Washington, USA.
1301 K Street, NW.
This is the headquarters of the Washington Building!
On the 7th floor at this time, Belsaria Rumsfeld was wearing a black suit, her hair was tied up, she looked very capable, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and jeans...
Tsk tsk tsk, her figure was well outlined.
A pair of eyes looked at her through the curtains in the office behind.
"Brutus, I tell you, don't think about her, she is not someone you can think about." A middle-aged man sitting in the back of the office was wearing a tie, looking gentle, and holding a cigar in his mouth.
The young man at the window loosened his hand, and the curtain snapped back by itself. This man looked like he had indulged himself too much, his face was very pale, and his eye circles were relatively dark. The clothes he wore were quite expensive, and he also had a ring on his hand.
This is regarded as a "sign" in many law firms.
"She has a high status? Am I not as good as her?" The young man said with a smile, spreading his hands conceitedly. As one of the youngest partners in the "Magic Circle" law firm, he is a man of great scholars and has no ordinary contacts.
In a few years, he can even rely on this status to go into politics.
He can be said to be a young elite.
The middle-aged man is the vice president of the Washington Post. Hearing his words, he smiled meaningfully and shook his head. Although he didn't say anything, he said everything!
"Okay, it's time to get off work. Do you want to have a drink?"
The young man shook his head. He saw Belsaria Rumsfeld leave, and hurriedly opened the door and ran out.
"It's just a fool who was hit by the lower body."
Seeing him like this, the vice president frowned and said that he didn't know what Belsaria's background was like, but his intuition told him that something was wrong...
So he withdrew, otherwise he would have been unspoken.
Is it someone else's turn?
"Belsaria." Brutus called out with the most handsome smile in his life, and when the other party turned around, he inadvertently showed his watch worth 100,000 US dollars, "Are you free tonight? I know a good restaurant."
"Sorry."
Belsaria smiled and shook her head, turned and entered the elevator. Brutus' smile froze, and he rushed in and got close to the other party. The former's expression showed dissatisfaction and leaned to the side.
But this man still leaned over shamelessly.
"Mr. Brutus, please be respectful, I have a boyfriend."
Looking at the angry girl in front of him, the lawyer with a promising future in the "Magic Circle" felt a beam of arrows piercing his heart.
OMG!
So beautiful.
He was horny, and he didn't know where he got the courage. He pressed the other party on the elevator and tried to kiss the other party.
"Get out! Bastard! Get out!!!" Belsaria didn't expect this scene to happen. She screamed in horror, hit the other party on the head with the bag in her hand, and kicked him in the lower body.
┗|｀O′|┛Ah~~!
Brutus' face flushed, and he knelt on the ground with his hands covering his balls.
At this time, the elevator also reached the bottom, and Belsaria ran out in a panic.
"Damn it!"
"Stinky bitch!!"
Brutus' eyes bulged out. He was an elite, he was praised by others, and any woman would be honored to sleep with him. It's not that there are no women prettier than Belsaria that he has played with, but they all love him!
It's your honor to like you!
If it doesn't work, just use force.
I'm a lawyer, is there any case that a lawyer can't win?
If there is, then give me money!
I can even overturn a death sentence for you, anyway, American judicial justice is only for the poor!
Brutus rushed out of the elevator with his hands covering his balls, and pulled Belsaria, cursing. There were many people around, and they were surprised to see this scene.
"Mr. Brutus..."
Someone hurried over to pull him.
"Get out of here!"
He kicked the person trying to stop the fight away, and looked at the woman who ran out of the door with a fierce look in his eyes!
But when he ran...
A small bag of white flour fell out of his pocket.
Oh wow!
It turned out that he was taking drugs, otherwise it would be impossible for an American lawyer who claims to be an elite to appear in public like this.
This "Hell No. 1" was made by Ye Zhenli and his team. The main effect is that it affects your brain. It will gradually affect your personality within half an hour after taking it. It is not sudden, but gradual.
In other words, you don't know under what circumstances you will go crazy!
And after taking it, you have a serious tendency to violence.
But it is also very powerful. Drug dealers and gangs love this one very much. It is popular all over the world...
There is a red car outside the Washington Post. There are two men sitting in it. The speaker is playing Michael Jackson's "Dirty Diana".
Suddenly, a scream was heard. The two turned their heads and saw a woman running out in a panic, followed by a man, pulling her.
"Miss Belsaria!" The co-pilot was stunned and cursed, "Fuck!!!"
"Come on, come on, put on your hood!" The driver put on his balaclava.
They were sent by the Mexican Secret Service, mainly responsible for Belsaria's safety. Of course, according to Director Casare's intention, they should get rid of the man who approached her with bad intentions.
"What should we do?" The co-pilot turned his head and looked at him and asked.
"Get rid of him!"
"Not everyone can bully our boss's woman."
"There's a US Secret Service car 200 meters behind us." The co-pilot hesitated and said.
"What are you afraid of? After killing it, leave according to the plan."
The two pushed open the car door, leaned on the railing, and turned over in a cool manner, rushing towards Brutus.
The people from the Secret Service behind also found something wrong. Three strong men got out of the car. They were wearing suits and looked very impressive, but in fact...
They were just for show!
MD, a bunch of rubbish who couldn't understand people.
"Help! Help..." Belsaria shouted.
Brutus' eyes were red, and the blue veins on his hands were clearly visible. He tried hard to pull her clothes.
Bra... I saw it! !
Bang! !
A figure rushed over and kicked him three meters away. He lay on the ground and screamed in pain twice.
"Put it on first, ma'am." The driver who came from behind covered her with a piece of clothing, took out a knife from his arms, and ran over to grab Brutus' head in the horrified eyes of the crowd.
One knife!
Stab through the neck! !
Brutus' throat made a leaking sound.
Pull it out and keep stabbing!
After two knives, the "Magic Circle" lawyer instantly withdrew from the "biosphere".
"Ah!! Murder! Murder!!!"
The front of the Washington Post is a street with a lot of traffic. The crowd that was originally standing around to watch the excitement screamed and ran away in panic.
"Go, go, go!" The two went against the flow of people into the alley and disappeared without a trace.
Soon the US Secret Service arrived to protect Belsaria. As soon as the 7-seater SUV arrived, they opened the door and got in and drove away.
But they didn't notice that a Mercedes-Benz parked next to them followed.
Mexican Secret Service No. 2 is in place!
Soon the police arrived, and they were surprised to find that the deceased was a well-known lawyer...
But no matter how surprised they were, the speed of solving the case was really slow.
Everyone ran away...The only one who knew was Belsaria.
But I called the phone number left on the company's internal list, and the other side was... the Pentagon.
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Swish~
Victor put away the newspaper, his eyes fixed, "You said Belsaria was attacked?"
Casare nodded, "The murderer was a lawyer, but he was killed by the Secret Service dispatched personnel who were present at the time."
Hearing this, the other party breathed a sigh of relief, "What happened?"
"The murderer should have taken too much Hell No. 1, which stimulated the brain and subconsciously stimulated the violent factors in his heart."
Casare looked worried, "Boss, this new drug Hell No. 1 is too powerful. We took more than 300 drug dealers for live experiments and found that this drug is 65% faster than other drugs on the market in terms of violence, anxiety and depression. Just say, once you get hooked, you will definitely behave in an unconventional way in a short period of time. "
"If you take too much, you will have stiff limbs, slurred speech, and rigid movements, just like a zombie!"
"The most important thing is that you will not die suddenly after taking too much, but you will like to bite."
"In San Antonio, Texas, there were 67 cases of drug addicts injuring people. Some people attacked the police, causing the death of 3 police officers, but 14 people were also beaten to death."
"I think the harm of Hell No. 1 is the atomic bomb in peacetime!"
Victor was startled by Casare's words. After the cigarette on his finger burned over, he shuddered and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.
"I think it should be released to the world through the United Nations Drug Control Agency, with the full scope of harm, and drug dealers who buy, use and transport drugs should be included in the list of "irreversible" personnel."
"Okay, let's do as you say. Let Joachim Ribbentrop hold a meeting of the Drug Control Agency and make sure to make the harm clear."
Casare nodded and responded, "For us, the Chimahuacan slum is really difficult to manage. We don't know how many drug dealers and addicts there are among the 4 million people. Most importantly, the complex population is too dense. I am afraid that if I show too much strength, it will cause a counterattack from the local gangs."
What does 4 million people mean?
Just think of it this way. It is the capital of a medium-sized country, and the scope is narrow. Most of it is on the mountainside and the population is dense...
You can't say to use artillery to bombard it, right?
4 million people!
How many people will die with one shot?
Did you kill everyone in the slum?
That's a good guy...
The German mustache will have to respect you as a big brother.
Victor frowned, and the atmosphere in the office was a little tense.
Just then, the phone on the table rang.
Casare raised his eyebrows and looked at the boss. The other party nodded slightly, and he hurriedly picked up the phone, "Hello!"
"Okay, I understand, I will convey it to the general."
He hung up the phone, his eyes were cautious, "Boss, the Chimahuacan gang opened fire on my troops, killing 3 people and injuring 6 people."
It's true that what you fear will come true!
Those gang members are all drug dealers. If you, Victor, ask them to get out, can they get out?
They will definitely fight you to the death!
Holding 4 million people hostage...
I bet you don't dare to force it.
They are much more familiar with the slums than those from the north. They know exactly how much each woman sells for. He also knows which road to take and is easy to be shot.
But it is obvious that they underestimated Victor. He is a tough guy.
"The order is to establish the Fifth Marine Division based on the 5th Regiment. The division commander is Guderian and the deputy division commander Douglas Haig. Soldiers who are willing to be transferred to the front-line troops are selected from the reserves to supplement the troops. They are recruited from the northern training camp. Recruit 20,000 new soldiers to supplement."
"He was appointed as the military chief of Mexico City and the commander-in-chief of the Chimahuacan slum campaign, with the authority to order the troops stationed in the capital to cooperate."
"Tell him, I don't care what methods he uses, in 6 months, I want Kimahuakan to fuck me cleanly!"
"Your Governor's Office is also looking for ways to move the population out of the slums. New towns can be developed outside Mexico City to resettle the population and serve as forward positions."
"Okay!" Casare nodded vigorously, and he could hear from his tone that the boss was determined to take down the Kimahuakan slum!
A slum without social stability is a bomb.
When one day these people become bolder, they may rush down from the mountainside and commit evil in the city.
For safety and for political power!
Fuck you!
Casare also envied Guderian. In less than two weeks, he was promoted from a small regiment commander to the commander of the newly established fifth division!
How old are you?
26 years old!
Damn...
The youngest commanders of the five divisions appeared.
Although they are all new recruits, those who survived brutal street fighting, urban warfare, and building warfare such as the Battle of Kimahuakan Slums must be elite.
Hope Victor bless them.
Amen~
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Baja California Norte. Santa Catarina.
This is a coastal city.
The air is filled with a salty smell, and seagulls can be seen flying freely.
The fishing boats blow their whistles to start a new day.
As one of Victor's "early games", the people here are very close to him in thinking. They will do whatever Emperor Wei says!
Typical diehard.
Baja California Norte and Baja California Sur are also the places that provide the largest number of troops.
Very willing to serve as a soldier.
You can even see signs erected on the streets.
“All for a drug-free Mexico!”
"It is a great honor for one to serve as a soldier!"
At this time, the "Santa Catarina Recruit Recruitment Camp" was playing farewell music, and there were scenes of hugging girlfriends, wives, and children everywhere.
As one of the "four major recruit camps" of the Northern Army, the number of people here has exceeded 30,000 all year round. Today, 6,000 people will be selected to join the army.
Those who are vacant will continue to be recruited.
Anyway, keep it at 30,000+, which can provide fresh blood when the troops need it.
"Jia Kebo, promise me to come back." The young and immature woman hugged the boyfriend in front of her and burst into tears.
The other party was wearing a military uniform and a pure black balaclava. He looked at her softly with deep eyes. He picked up the girl and leaned against the flower bed. He flicked his right hand and handed over a bouquet of roses. He said with a smile, "Wait a minute." When I come back, wait for me to marry you, wait for me.”
"If one day the wind from the south blows into your ears, remember, it is me who is thinking of you."
The girl cried even harder.
"I'm leaving, take care of yourself." The recruit patted her face, put on his backpack, and rushed to the personnel carrier.
After running into the car, Jia Kebo shouted loudly and waved his hands. "Salma, I love you!"
"I love you too!!"
"Principal, should we leave it alone?" the instructor at the supplementary camp asked Nidhogg Black, who was missing an arm and had scars on his face. Looking at this scene, the tough guy also had a smile on his face.
"Let the boys say goodbye properly, maybe..."
He didn't say anything further, but everyone understood that maybe this was the last time they would see each other?
They are all from the front line. They can serve as instructors, but most of them are actually injured.
Someone like Principal Nidhogg Black, who had his arm blown off, was sometimes lucky, at least he was still alive, but it was also unfortunate that he was the only one alive in the entire company.
lads…
Live well...
Hundreds of troop carriers slowly drove out of the camp.
Nidhogg Black looked at the soldiers leaving and said, "Salute!"
Everyone saluted them in unison.
Take care, brother!
Goodbye, girl!
Love you, Mom!
Wish you all…
Good morning, good afternoon, good night!
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