Chapter 419 Men are just my stepping stones!
"OMG! OMG!"
Bramo watched the chaotic scene on TV, holding his head in fear, jumping like a monkey, shouting, and looking at Jason Bourne with disbelief.
"Did you kill him?"
"Physical destruction is sometimes more direct."
Bramo jumped up and down, furious, "Assassination is a political provocation, everyone will attack it, this is the bottom line! This is the rule!"
He pushed hard while he said it.
"Then why didn't Kennedy have any objections?" Jason Bourne asked loudly, and when he saw that Bramo was still trying to do it, he shook his hand and pressed him on the bed. The posture of the two people looked a little ambiguous.
"Death is failure, and life is victory."
Bramo was pressed on the bed, shouting, "People outside must think I did it!"
"Why don't you just deny it? Is there any evidence that you have anything to do with his death? And, look..." Jason Bourne pointed at the TV, and the panicked police on the scene quickly blocked the murderer.
A man wearing glasses, with some freckles on his face, but with an extremely pale face, looking like a high school student, he stood on the roof and shouted wildly at the police below, not knowing what to say, and the assault rifle in his hand was fired randomly.
The police also fought back and shot him dead directly!
The body slid down the slope of the roof and fell heavily to the ground. A group of police rushed up to his body and emptied the magazine before roasting the handcuffs on his wrists.
This is...
Are you afraid that he will come back to life?
"Look, there is no evidence." Jason Bourne leaned over to his ear and said, "The CIA will only find out that he is a mental patient. He has 11 medical records in three months, 2 previous convictions for assault, and he is also an extreme Republican. That's enough."
Brahmo heard this and his struggles gradually subsided. "You... started planning three months ago?"
Jason Bourne did not answer directly, but let go of his hand, picked up the cigarette that fell on the ground, blew on the filter, then put it in his mouth again, took a deep breath, and looked ecstatic. "With the help of the general, Ren You don't have to worry about anything, you only have to think about one thing. "
"How to sit in the governor's position with what posture."
"Do you understand?"
Jason Bourne looked at him deeply, and suddenly smiled, "You should go to the hospital to see your opponent at this time, sir. Hypocritical greetings are also a kind of human nature. It seems that we have to find a good teacher for you to cultivate your personality."
"Is governor just your goal?"
"The general doesn't like people who are not motivated." The intelligence chief patted him on the shoulder and left with his back.
Bramo was still a little scared.
Brother, I asked you to destroy him, not to let you destroy him humanely.
Political assassination...
He seemed to have seen the Democrats' next overwhelming attack. He picked up the phone and wanted to call his father, but he just pressed a few digits and his hand paused. His expression struggled. Finally, he threw the phone aside and sat dejectedly on the bed.
Based on his understanding of his father, the other party would definitely make him deny it.
He rushed to the bathroom and washed his face. When he came out again, he suppressed his anxiety and went directly to the hospital to visit his old rival.
He put eye drops on himself in the car. When the car arrived, there were reporters downstairs. When they saw him, they surrounded him.
"Mr. Bramo, what are you doing in the hospital? Are you visiting Mr. Miles?"
"Mr. Bramo, does this shooting have anything to do with the Republican Party or the election?"
"..."
A group of people rushed forward and rushed back, even trampling on his shoes. The bodyguards hurriedly blocked them. The reporters rushed like crazy and were about to put the microphone into Bramo's mouth.
He stood on the steps and said to the reporters, "I was shocked and saddened to hear the news. It is unimaginable that such a thing could happen in a country like ours. Although Michael is my opponent, we are more like friends. Our friendship is higher than political parties!"
Jason Bourne in the room saw him like this on the live TV broadcast and couldn't help laughing. He coughed hard and said to the people around him, "Look, he is really very suitable to be a politician."
The shameless spirit is the same as Victor, and they are also considered a family.
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Victor also saw Bramo's performance on TV.
"A mature man first learns to lie." He smiled at George Smiley.
If you can't even deceive yourself, how can you deceive others?
It's like when you see a woman, you say she is beautiful, to be honest, isn't it just to have sex with her?
Is it just a simple compliment?
George Smiley raised his eyebrows and nodded, "He is hypocritical like a politician."
Dong~Dongdongdong!
The Big Ben of the Mexico City Cathedral in the city center chimed, telling the city that it was five o'clock and time to get off work.
Victor looked at his watch, "Let's go, it's Casare's birthday today, we can't be late, have you prepared the gift?"
As he spoke, he closed the notebook, put it in his drawer, locked it, and walked out of the office wearing his clothes.
"It's ready. A watch made of pure gold. The hour hand, second hand and other parts are all made of gold." George Smiley called the servants, and an attendant handed over the prepared gift box.
"This gift box is not cheap."
Victor said as he opened it. Inside was a watch, pure gold, weighing about 400 grams. It was simply luxurious. He joked, "I haven't received such a gift from this guy yet."
George Smiley helped him open the car door and suddenly said, "General, you are the best gift for the Mexican people."
Victor looked at him in surprise, then pointed at him with a smile.
Well, George Smiley also knows how to flatter.
He closed the door gently, waved his hand to signal everyone to get in the car, and the motorcade drove towards the villa area not far away.
Very close, only about ten minutes.
On a small hillside in the city, there is a villa. It used to belong to a local drug dealer in Mexico City, and later belonged to Popovich. Now, of course, it is a state-owned asset.
The vehicle drove into a gate. Casare, who had received the news long ago, stood at the door with his girlfriend Helier Alvis and sister Felixna. Beside them were Goebbels, Major General Yuri Burns, head of the general logistics department, and deputy commander Coster Bien Tapea. These two were in charge of logistics from the beginning and had a close relationship, as well as several other senior officials.
This was more like a "top" party in Mexico.
Victor got off the car and saw the French woman at a glance. I have to say...
Dizzy 36D!
And she looked like an elf, very much like a Hollywood actor later: Anya Taylor-Joy!
Casare stood next to her, like...Beauty and the Beast.
Of course, it's not that Fatty Ka is not worthy of her. What a joke, can a powerful person in a country not be worthy of an actor?
Victor was just very curious, how could the other party like him?
Suspicious, he scanned with the golden finger as soon as he got off the car, frowned, and the other party's identity was actually very clean!
There was no problem with the name, family members, and the school he graduated from. Even the crime value was only 2, which was a small crime of kicking a trash can on the roadside.
"Boss!" Casare shouted.
His sister Felixna laughed and shouted, "Brother Victor."
"Good boy~ My little princess has grown taller again." Emperor Wei picked her up and poked her face with his beard, like a little brother next door. He turned his head and said with a smile, "Won't you introduce her to me?"
"Hey, this is my girlfriend Hailier." He said and pulled her with his hand. The little girl seemed very nervous and her ears were red.
"Hello, nice to meet you, Miss Hailier."
The two shook hands.
"Good evening, General."
Victor waved his hand, "Why call me General? Just call me Big Brother like Casare."
"Big... Big Brother."
The former nodded with satisfaction, "Let's go in and chat. What are you all doing outside?"
Casare made a gesture of invitation, indicating that the boss should go first. Victor was not polite. When he walked in, he saw that the interior was decorated very warmly, with balloons and a lot of dishes on the table.
"Please sit down."
"Boss, do you have something to say?"
"You are the birthday star. This is not a meeting. You asked me to say your birthday. I am 30 years old now, not 32 years old. You want to deprive me of two years of youth." Victor's teasing words slightly diluted the slightly awkward atmosphere.
After all, with your status here, you will be restrained no matter how you play.
Your leader took you to KTV to discuss business and asked you to have fun. You put your hand into the princess's clothes. Good guy... Do you believe that they will call the police to report you for indecency?
Your leader said to relax, so you relax?
You still take it seriously?
"Thank you very much for coming to my birthday party. I'm sorry for the poor hospitality. I won't go home until I'm drunk tonight." Casare picked up the decanted red wine and poured it out himself, then stood up with the glass in his hand. "Thank you, Boss, for letting me have a fulfilling 32-year-old birthday instead of living like a nobody in prison."
"I still remember my 30th birthday. At that time, we bought two pieces of bread outside. You and Chris, McCu and others celebrated my birthday for me. At that time, my monthly salary was 900 pesos. Hahaha, it's a pity that two years later, Chris's family was beaten to death by drug dealers outside, and McCu was stabbed to death by drug dealers in prison. In the end, we were the only good friends left."
He said this with red eyes.
Victor shook his hand, "Why are you talking about this on a happy day?"
"It's just that I'm a little sentimental, thinking of old friends." Casare wiped his eyes. If it weren't for the boss, he would be like a mayfly, and now he might not know how he died.
Hayler patted his shoulder to comfort him.
"How many drug dealers are left in Mexican prisons?" Victor turned his head and asked others.
"There are about 8,000 left."
"How can you celebrate your birthday without making a noise? Let's pull them all out and shoot them."
Haili: !!!!!!!!!
She lowered her head and dared not say a word.
A man, just a casual word, and then decided the life and death of a person.
Good... very good!
She was trembling all over, not because of fear, but excitement.
Haili's eyes flashed with greed and ambition. In fact, she didn't want to be a model, she wanted to be an iron lady!
Who said women can't rule!
And...
Casare is the thigh she needs to hold, or it can be said that it is the ladder for her promotion!
Hearing the order, George Smiley responded, got up and made a phone call. After returning, he nodded to the boss to indicate that he had done it.
"Come!"
Victor stood up, "Drink!"
The prison system that received the call became busy at once.
There are 4 prisons in Mexico City, located in the east, south, west and north. Due to the need, they were expanded during the Popovich era, and each can accommodate more than 5,000 people.
Plateau Prison.
Warden Kelton Torres, wearing a hat, followed by wolf-like prison guards, rushed into the prison. The criminals who were already sleepy because of labor reform were awakened. They opened their eyes and looked at the police standing outside, who were blocked by the reflection, and trembled in their hearts.
"Evan, Frank, Elio..." The prison guard outside called the names with a list and raised his eyes, "Come out."
The drug dealers who were called out trembled in their legs, which was completely inconsistent with their big and strong appearance.
A drug dealer with a wrinkled old face collapsed on the ground, and a strong smell of urine rushed out.
"No no!! I won't come out!!! What did I do wrong? I work diligently, what did I do wrong!"
Why did the drug dealer say this? It's so funny?
Two prison guards came in and dragged him. The other party was still holding the corner of the bed tightly, howling in his mouth. They broke his fingers and dragged him away.
"Don't kill me!!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong!!"
There was only one criminal left in the cell with 20 people. He sat upright and shivered.
"Go to bed early and get up to work tomorrow." The prison guard patted the railing and said.
Du Miao jumped into the quilt!
He curled up his body and kept muttering, and heard the gunshots from outside.
He shuddered, but suddenly felt fortunate that he didn't sell drugs, he just committed a fraud.
A few minutes later, sobbing was heard in the quilt.
Alas. .
Victor's soldiers were not very polite, and they scared everyone.
But it was indeed in line with humanitarianism. As for leeks, a batch had to be cut first, anyway, there was no shortage.
It was to let these drug-dealing bastards know what a surprise was!
They must not understand why they were suddenly pulled out and shot until they died.
That was General Victor pulling out a group of people to celebrate his good brother's birthday.
This kind of activity should be held frequently in the future.
The night slowly deepened.
Victor, who was drunk, was helped into the car and waved to Casare who was outside.
After the car started, when the entourage was about to wipe him with a wet wipe, Victor's eyes suddenly became clear and he said calmly, "Let's go."
"Keep an eye on this Hai Lier and investigate it carefully."
"When a beautiful woman finds an ugly man, she will always covet something, either his life or his money."
Casare;? ???