Chapter 409 Playing tactics with me?

Chapter 409 Playing tactics with me?

"Damn it!"

"Seven days! I've been in Tijuana for seven days. Is this how you entertain foreign guests?!!!"

Iraqi Intelligence Minister Barzan finally roared out his anger, pointed at Goebbels and yelled, "I want to see Victor! Let him come to see me!!!"

"I want to ask him if he understands diplomatic etiquette!!"

Snap!

Goebbels raised his hand and blindsided Barzan, who was less than 1.7 meters in front of him. Half of his face instantly became red and swollen.

Ga…

The atmosphere between the two parties immediately became awkward.

Damn it!

Do you take action at the slightest disagreement?

"Calm down, Mr. Barzan, Mr. Victor is very busy now." Goebbels' eyelids twitched and he looked at him with a half-smile.

The angry eyes of the Iraqis became clear in an instant.

The pain on his face brought him back to his senses.

In fact, the main reason was that he had been here for seven days, and every day he took him shopping, visiting museums, and listening to Victor propaganda plays. He never saw Kwaukemot twice, they were all "little minions"...

This made Balzan feel slighted and finally broke out today.

only…

Anger comes like a tornado, but it disappears just as quickly.

Barzan looked at the unkind-looking Mexicans next to him and knew that he had offended their "emperor" with his "words". Just like in Iraq, if someone asked Saddam to come to see him, Barzan would also be angry.

have a look…

As long as you slap hard, people will automatically explain it to you.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and his face twitched, "Sorry, I lost my temper."

Goebbels patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, I forgive you."

…

The Iraqis following Barzan lowered their heads in shame.

"Then I will take you to visit anti-drug education today?" Goebbels asked with a fake smile.

"Thank you for bothering me these two days. Thank you very much for the hospitality. I have some work in Iraq and I need to go back..."

Balzan doesn't want to stay here anymore, what a shame!

Goebbels didn't force him to stay, so he sighed with a look of pity.

However, they were very considerate and asked the driver to take them to the airport.

Walking on the hanging staircase, Barzan looked back at the deserted airport, with a sinister expression and a flash of dissatisfaction, and said in Kurdish, "Shame! Shame! Shame!!!"

"After returning home, we will use our intelligence systems in the United States and Europe to declare to the outside world that Mexico and Iraq have formed a strategic alliance and will provide the latter with intercontinental missiles!"

"I want Mexico to be notorious among the Jewish community!"

The relationship between Iraq and those people was not good. Later, a think tank gave an opinion on why Saddam fell. It was a "thousand-year grudge" and someone was behind it.

You know, Iraq stood with Germany during World War II.

Of course, the effect is lower than in Italy.

Balzan wants Victor to be "disgraced" in the North American ecosystem!

If Mexico dares to sell intercontinental missiles, even if the news is true or not, Victor will offend a lot of people.

But in fact, if Victor knew about his "three axes", he wouldn't even be able to help but laugh.

Offend others?

I, Victor, don’t have a good reputation in North America and Europe, okay?

Who doesn’t know that I am moody?

The main reason for not meeting Barzan is that he thinks Saddam is too stupid. He doesn't want to talk to drug addicts and will get rid of you sooner or later.

The plane soared into the sky and flew for more than 10 hours. From Mexico to Iraq, it had to stop in Istanbul, Turkey.

Taking advantage of this gap, Balzan got off the plane and took a breath of fresh air.

In the bathroom, after washing his face and regaining some energy, he went to the lounge to rest under the protection of two bodyguards. But at this moment, he suddenly saw two sexy girls walking over quickly and standing in front of him. A smile.

Balzan was startled. The two Asian-looking women opposite him sprayed an unknown liquid on his face in front of his horrified gaze, and then left with a smile. The two bodyguards had no idea what they were doing. measures.

Because it takes less than two or three seconds in total.

No one could have imagined that this would happen.

Balzan panicked and felt something was not good. His intuition told him that something was very wrong!

"Quick! Ask the airport staff to take me to the infirmary to clean my face..." His voice became sharp and he yelled at the bodyguard.

The other party hurriedly ran to find the airport personnel.

The passengers next to him all got out of the way, wondering why he was so crazy.

Soon, the bodyguard came over with a female airport employee. Barzan told him what happened just now, and the other person took him to the infirmary.

But just when his left leg stepped forward...

Balzan's face suddenly turned red, and something seemed to be stuck in his throat. He fell to the ground and rolled in pain. The bodyguard was really panicked when he saw this, and immediately went up and shouted, "Sir! Sir!"

The opponent's eyes bulged out. He stretched out his hand, tremblingly, and twitched the corner of his mouth. An unknown object came out along with a foul smell.

The next second...

Balzan stared and died.

Dead people! ! !

When the airport staff saw this scene, they were so frightened that they shivered and called people with trembling hands on the walkie-talkie.

The two bodyguards knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, tears streaming everywhere.

They can already see the plight of themselves and their families.

Saddam will definitely kill himself!

This scene of "the master crying and the servant crying" greatly shocked the airport staff. After checking the news of the deceased, they were also shocked.

Saddam...half-brother? ! ! !

The matter was quickly reported to the Turkish government.

And the gust of wind here also begins to rotate towards the world...

The news quickly reached Baghdad thanks to the news media.

In the Palace of the Faithful.

In the office on the second floor.

Saddam's eldest son Uday smiled at the secretary who poured him coffee and said, "Thank you."

The female secretary's face turned red, and when she left, she glanced at him, and the other party nodded to her gently.

this…

This Mr. Uday seems to have changed!

He became gentle, polite, and even apologized.

This was unimaginable before. If anyone offended him, no matter whether it was right or wrong, he would kill them all!

He once raised two white tigers, seriously. Then one day, the white tigers lost a little weight, so he chopped up the trainer and fed them to the dogs!

He also made the other party’s whole family into food for tigers to eat!

It's just brutal.

But since being imprisoned by Saddam, he is completely different from before.

But little did they know…

Uday was looking at the secretary's buttocks, squinting his eyes with a look of madness.

if…

Cut these off and stick them with chili oil. It must be delicious!

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door, and then the attendant ran in with a look of horror, "Mr. Uday, President Saddam wants you to go to his office. It's urgent!"

"What's up?"

"Mr. Barzan... was assassinated in Istanbul!!!"

Uday stood up suddenly, with a look of shock and anger on his face, "How is that possible! How could this happen!"

"I'm going, I'm coming." He hurriedly walked around the chair, but his leg hit the corner of the table. He grimaced in pain, but he still managed to hold it back.

The entourage nodded quickly, closed the door, and ran to inform Kusai.

When he was alone in the office, Uday turned his head, looked at the glass hanging on the wall, and smiled!

But I cried again…

The whole person looks like a psychopath.

"Barzan, why don't you support me! Why! Am I not more suitable to inherit Saddam's position than that bastard? Hahaha, don't blame me, don't blame me!!"

He said to himself in a very depressed voice.

The sound is very vague...

He rushed to the bathroom, washed his face, and then put eye drops on himself, and the tears fell instantly...

He rushed out of the office, wiped his "tears", and ran upstairs, shouting, "Uncle! Uncle!"

People on the same floor also knew the news about Barzan, and when they saw Uday crying, they all cried silently.

because…

Mr. Barzan is really a rare good person in Iraq. He will intercede with Saddam for mercy. He will not kill innocent people indiscriminately. He is also gentle and tough. He is meticulous in his work. He...

What a pity…

Uday rushed into Saddam's office without knocking. He saw his father smoking a cigarette, his hands were shaking, and there were tears on his face...

This Iraqi tyrant is actually crying right now?

There were two people standing next to him, one was Saddam's eldest brother Watban, and the other was the second brother Sabawi. Both of them had bad expressions. When they saw Uday rushing in, they had different expressions, and the corners of Watban's mouth One pump.

My left leg feels sore...

His legs are disabled, who did it? Uday!

The nephew shot his uncle's legs with a gun and made him lame...

Can Wattban look at him well?

When Saddam saw his eldest son who had barged in without knocking, he angrily picked up the ashtray and was about to smash it. Suddenly he saw Uday kneeling on the ground, crying in pain, "Father, Uncle Barzan is gone." , How did he die? Please tell me, I want to avenge him, I want to avenge him!"

Kneel on the ground and knock the ground hard.

Crying is heartbreaking.

Everyone in the house was immediately stunned. Kusai, who also came to the door after hearing the news, twitched his eyes when he saw his boss like this.

Hold!

shameless!

Saddam's expression softened, and he yelled hoarsely, "Stand up!"

Uday sobbed and shakily got up, wiping his tears.

Wattban looked at him, feeling even more dissatisfied. This nephew was so good at acting. He didn't believe that this little bastard would get better. Can a dog change to eating shit?

The second brother Sabawi looked at the other person up and down...

"Qusay, come in too." Saddam looked at his second son and nodded.

The other party hurriedly ran in and stood with the eldest brother.

"It seems that you also know that we must take revenge for this matter! Let me investigate and find out who did it."

"Father, could it be the Mexicans who did it? They don't have a good relationship with us to begin with..." Kusai asked in a low voice beside him.

Uday clenched his fist nervously, and he almost laughed in his heart.

Thanks to your brother, I am going to throw trouble on Victor. He has not forgotten the humiliation he suffered in Mexico!

Getting rid of Balzan, who was unwilling to support him, and putting the blame on Victor was like killing two birds with one stone.

But the tense look of his muscles caught the eyes of his second brother Sabawi. His pupils shrank, and he lowered his head as if thinking of something.

Saddam was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Check first."

He looked at his two sons with some hesitation. Both of them were very nervous. Uday suddenly stood up and said, "Father, leave it to me. I must find out who killed Uncle Barzan!"

Kusai looked at his eldest brother in shame and regretted that he had not come out earlier.

"Then let Sabawi take charge and you help him."

The second brother who was called out shivered and looked at Uday and then at his elder brother. He was very confused for a moment.

"Yes, father!"

"Leave Balzan's job to Qusay."

Kusai, who was originally disappointed, raised his head in surprise, but Wu Dai's expression dropped, and he almost lost control, and his super male gene almost exploded.

"You go out, Sabawi and Watban stay."

The two of them came out of the office. Uday looked gloomy and didn't bother to say a few words to his brother. He returned to the office, locked the door, shut himself into the inner room, took out a poster from a crack, and when he opened it, it was Sa. Damn's trick.

It was already full of holes.

"Father! Why don't you give me a chance? Why!"

Why!

Why don't you believe me? ! !

Why do you give everything to your brother? !

He took a knife and stabbed Saddam's head hard, venting his anger.

The desire to kill my father became more and more serious in my heart.

Kill Saddam!

I am a king!

…

"Balzan is dead?"

Victor was startled when he heard the news.

"He was killed by two women at Istanbul Airport. The police have arrested two people. One of them is a Japanese and an Indonesian. They claim to be actors in a prank show. The director asked them to randomly find people at the airport. Spraying liquid, but they didn't expect to die..." said George Smiley, who was in charge of intelligence.

"This is really a coincidence."

"Some people have already suspected that it has something to do with us... We sent people to kill him. Boss, do you want to make an announcement?" Casare asked next to him.

Victor smiled disdainfully, "Will people listen to you after you send it? Do I need to explain to them? If they want to listen, just come to me in Mexico!"

"If Saddam is not satisfied, let him come and touch me. I would like to see how many pounds of bones he has left."

Why do I, Victor, have to explain to them what I do?

"But it's not comfortable to have a shit basin on someone's head. Check, check carefully to see who wants to do this to me."

"Could he be an American?" George Smiley blurted out, but when he finished speaking, he saw his eldest brother and second brother looking at him, blushing and laughing, "Professional habits, professional habits..."

No matter what happens, it is always right to blame the United States first.

It's not its fault, is it my fault?

In fact, it is simply impossible for the United States.

The person who spoke at the Pentagon was the general's father-in-law. Under the coordination of "him", the 4th Division withdrew from Texas and avoided a larger conflict. Although some red necks were dissatisfied, some people also thought that Donald Lamm Sfield is better suited to current American politics.

And CIA leader Stanfield Turner was dragged into the water by Hydra.

Who does Hydra belong to?

Doing it over and over again...

Victor is the mastermind behind this.

Victor puffed out his cheeks and blew out the cigarette from his nose. "We are growing too fast. There are always people watching us. We have to get used to it. Don't be afraid or nervous. If anyone is unhappy with us, we will kill his whole family!"

"Kill his whole family!" Casare responded quickly.

"The main thing we are doing now is to get the informant into Kimahuakan, convey the information inside, and provide intelligence help to Guderian."

"General, please rest assured. I am in charge of this matter. We have deployed more than 100 agents and pulled more than 300 informants. It is a joke for them to fight a people's war in front of us. Victory cannot be on the side of drug dealers." This way.”

"The right time, right place and right people, we will win!"

"I have requested the help of the Air Force to drop 300,000 leaflets over Chimahuacan, calling on the people to join us in opposing and fighting drug traffickers. Moreover, even if the people are upright, the Tijuana government will exempt them from their crimes!"

Victor was very satisfied...thrown the cigarette to George Smiley and motioned for him to smoke, "Well done, keep up the hard work."

"Defend Mexico to the death, defend the General to the death!" George Smiley saluted and shouted loudly.

Under the leadership of the invincible Victor, Mexico will surely move towards glory.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."

Victor stood up and said with a smile, leading them towards the canteen.

He just likes to eat with everyone.

This is called being close to "subordinates".

…

September 4th.

The atmosphere in Kimahuakan was extremely tense.

There has been a water and power outage...

This is because the government forces are forcing them to come out and surrender. They will turn off your water and electricity to see what you do.

Of course, I can still carry it now...

The most important thing... No poor person dared to go out and surrender. The local gang asked them not to take a bath and save water. Water would be distributed in a timely manner.

The 4th is the day of flooding.

A group of poor people were waiting with buckets. The thin Alex looked like a fallen leaf in the crowd. He was almost turned into a biscuit after being squeezed, but he still looked at the distance hopefully.

"It's coming! It's coming!!" I don't know who shouted, and I saw a water tanker coming, followed by two pickup trucks, with more than a dozen armed men sitting on them. As soon as the truck stopped, the poor people rushed over. .

"Stand back! Stand back, line up! Line up!" the people shouting, but the poor people crowded forward instead. The furious gangsters pulled the bolt of their guns and shot at the dozen people in front of them, suddenly... …

It was immediately swept away.

"Fuck X! If you don't line up, there won't be any!"

The blood splashed on Alex's face. He was trembling all over. He was afraid, helpless and panicked. The poor people on the ground died. The bucket that fell on the ground was instantly stained red with blood.

"Queue up!!"

The poor wanted to run, but they would die without water. They could only queue up cowardly. They didn't dare to speak. When they accidentally saw the corpse on the ground, they all looked away in panic and didn't dare to look at it.

The person who distributed water turned on the faucet, let it run for a few seconds, and then turned it off, "Next."

"???"

Looking at the water in the bucket, there was not even a finger, and the male poor cried, "Sir, sir, please give me some more. There are 5 people in my family. This is not enough..."

"Get out, just take the water and wipe your lips to moisten it. No one has water. If you talk nonsense again, I will kill you." The gangster said impatiently.

As soon as the gun was pulled out, the begging poor ran away.

"Next~"

The gangster snorted twice.

Soon it was Alex's turn. He looked at the water in the bucket, opened his mouth, and could only lower his head and leave...

After walking two steps, he ran quickly.

"Alex, fuck! Stop for me!" A tall and strong man ran over from behind, caught up with him in three or two steps, and blocked him.

The man looked to be in his 30s, greedily looking at Alex's bucket, "Give me the water."

"No! No!"

The other party was so uncooperative, his hand trembled, a knife escaped, and he waved it viciously twice, "Don't force me to kill you!"

"No!!" Alex hugged tightly, his eyes panicked, but he was also very determined. This was the hope of his whole family. He could drink dirty water, but they couldn't.

He still remembered what his dead father told him, that men should be responsible and take care of their families.

The tall and strong man also became ruthless. He rushed over and waved his hands vigorously, waving his knife around, fighting with Alex. The difference in size between the two was too big, and soon the latter was bleeding, his arm was cut, and the bucket was taken away.

Alex, with a black face, covered his face and cried loudly, "Give me back my water! Give me back my water!"

The poor people passing by all looked indifferent...

Slums have never had rules and fairness since ancient times.

Alex shouted desperately...

Suddenly, there was a scream, and everyone looked up.

Then they saw a plane appear in the sky, flying over their heads, and then groups of leaflets were scattered and fell down.

Fell on the ground, roof, stinky ditch...

Alex's face was also blown, he was in tears, his eyes were red, holding the leaflet, he knew how to read, his mother taught him.

I saw it written:

"Dear compatriots!"

"The great General Victor can't bear you working for drug dealers and gangsters. We are all one family. As long as you walk out of the slums and shout "Long live Victor!" You can get hot water, food, accommodation and doctors."

"The government will arrange housing for the first 6,000 people who surrender to the government army."

"Come back, compatriots, the general has prepared everything for you."

Alex's hand shrank, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the description. He looked around and saw many people holding leaflets with different expressions. Obviously...some people were tempted.

You can get what you want by leaving the slums.

Who wouldn't be tempted?

"Put it down! No one is allowed to take it. Whoever takes the leaflet is a betrayer. We promise not to leave the whole family!" The gangster who was distributing the water also saw it, and was furious. He looked at the poor people around him and shouted loudly, and asked people to shoot into the sky.

Alex threw the leaflet into the stinking ditch and ran home with wounds.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his mother and frail sister at home looking at him.

"Son, what happened to you? Who beat you?" The white-haired mother asked nervously. She was not very old, only in her 30s, but she was already exhausted.

"Mom, the water was taken away!"

The mother paused and touched Alex's face, "It's okay, it's okay, as long as you are safe, it's okay." She hugged her son and comforted him.

Alex gritted his teeth, looked at his sister who was so hungry that he didn't even have a "pair of A", then looked at his mother, and suddenly said, "Let's run out and surrender to the government army!"

!!!

The mother and sister all looked at him in shock.

"Shh... Don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense."

"Mom, if we don't run, we will die, we will die of thirst, we will die of hunger, we will be beaten to death by gangsters, I just saw the leaflets, the government army will provide us with food, and there are doctors, your illness will definitely get better."

"The government army is not necessarily a good person..." the sister said softly.

"That's better than waiting to die here!"

"How many days can we hold on? Three days? Five days? Seven days?"

Alex shook his head sadly, "The gang killed again today, I've had enough."

He wiped his tears and was very determined.

"I want to leave the slums!"

"Mom, I... I don't want to die here, I don't want to die in this slum like a numb bird, I want to go outside and see, I want to live!"

Live...

Looking at her son's eyes, the mother's heart trembled, tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, hugged her son and daughter tightly, "Then let's go, waiting to die in the slums, it's better to give it a try..."

She didn't know whether this decision was right or wrong.

But...

She didn't want the child she gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy to die like a rat in the stinking ditch of the slums. Without water, their whole family would die in three days.

Let's give it a try...

Maybe...

Maybe God is kind to me?

We should try...

Victor...Victor also tried to bless me.

...