Working as a police officer in Mexico

Victor knew who they were without the other party telling him.

It was nothing more than some capital headed by the Rothschild family.

I have talked about why the old Americans were coerced by capitalists before?

Because the 3 trillion national debts belonged to the Zionist capital led by them. 36 Wall Street tycoons invested in them. They bought the national debts and belonged to the creditors of the country.

To a certain extent, they represent the will of Zionism.

There are almost no institutions that you know that are not in collusion with them. The Pentagon usually treats them like a grandfather. Why do they want to send them to see their grandmother now?

As for the Anza Consortium, there are actually Jews in it, but the diaspora they advocate complements each other to a certain extent and helps each other, but some areas are mutually exclusive, such as the military high-level.

Anyway, it is very complicated.

The United States has long ceased to be the world of pure white people.

White people are wandering, black people are robbing, and Indians are flying around with their eyes on scalps...

The seeds of the "skin-changing tactics" were laid in the United States at the beginning.

Victor became interested and sat up straight, "Mr. Donald, how did they offend you?"

The old man was quiet for a while, vaguely, "You don't need to care about these, I just want to ask if you can do it?!"

Victor narrowed his eyes and tapped the chair with his fingers, "We are going to set up an overseas drug control zone in Sri Lanka."

Donald raised his eyebrows.

The Asian strategy has always been the strategy of the Pentagon. Isn't the meaning of the other party's words very obvious?

I'll tell you, I hope you will cooperate with me and don't make trouble for me.

"Does drug control still need overseas troops?"

"The Golden Triangle is full of evil, sir, I am now the director of the United Nations Drug Control Office. From an official and private perspective, I have the obligation and responsibility to help people in need!"

"The drug control cause does not only belong to Mexico."

"It also belongs to all the people!"

Wow, it's sublimated in an instant.

Donald, who is a full-time troublemaker in the world, suddenly felt a little trembling in his heart.

Not to mention Casare next to him, who gave a thumbs up to his big brother very sensibly.

Victor was so moved by what he said... that he thought he was a good person.

"You almost touched me."

The old defense minister said faintly, "If we don't agree, you won't station troops in Sri Lanka?"

"You don't agree... that's useless. This is an equal notice, not an opinion."

"Sometimes there is really no need to be so strong, Victor, and be unfriendly to everyone." The other party frowned and said.

"Sorry, I am a straightforward person. I just stated the facts, and some people are unhappy. Mr. Donald, don't worry, our interests are the same. Only when I am good can you be good. Whoever makes you unhappy is also making me unhappy. Aren't those Jews a headache for you?"

"Okay, as long as you nod, I will collect his body when the time comes."

Such decisiveness made the old man a little embarrassed. After a few vague words, he hung up the phone and said nothing more.

"Damn, it's all my fault." Victor snorted coldly and handed the phone back to the secretary.

"Boss, why do you say that? I saw that Donald was really angry when he called. It should be that someone provoked him. Maybe he really has difficulties." Casare leaned over and said.

"He is an American. Why would he tell me something about the system and the country? Just because of the so-called cooperative relationship we have verbally?"

Victor frowned and touched his pocket. He was still attracted by Fatty Ka. He took out a Camel from his right pocket and handed it to him, and helped to light a cigarette.

He always brought two packs of cigarettes when he went out, one for himself and one for the boss.

What is this called?

Prepare for a rainy day.

"He wants us to kill the so-called Jewish capital headed by the Rothschild family. Then we have a handle in his hand. When the time comes, he will turn against us and push us out. Even if those people can't kill us, they can make us sick for a while."

Casare nodded, not quite understanding, "But we can also confess that it was him."

"Are you sure he is Anglo-Saxon or Jewish?"

This question made him silent.

"They want to use me as the first to fight against their internal struggle? Cooperation is fine, but if you want me to take the blame, that's not okay."

Victor saw it very clearly. He had only one purpose: mutual use, fair trade, and coexistence of risks and benefits.

But there is no benefit for me to help him kill Rothschild, so why should I do it?

He glanced at the interrogation meeting...

The ground was full of broken limbs and arms. Velupillai Prabhakar's family members didn't feel any special pain when they died.

Anyway, just pull it...

Tsk tsk tsk...

Oh, by the way, some of the hoops are relatively small. After all, the wheels have to be laid down, and there is a disabled person inside, Velupillai's cousin. Logically speaking, disabled people should be treated preferentially.

It was the general who signed the order. He couldn't let him live alone, so he had a companion on the road.

The lame man lost a leg, and when the Hummer was dismembered, there was one less car, saving costs.

"Let's go..."

Victor stood up, and the group of senior executives behind him hurriedly followed. Casare couldn't help but look back when he left. Seeing the dirt all over the ground, he symbolically said "Amitabha".

Mexico does not allow belief in God!

This interrogation meeting was broadcast live...

And there was no mosaic, and there was no reminder to leave if you are under 18 years old, so many people watched it in front of the TV.

According to statistics from Mexican TV, about 40 million people around the world watched this "trial conference".

Many people called the Mexican government agencies to accuse this inhumane behavior, and some even cursed on the phone.

But...

No one came to the National Palace to protest?

It seems that they are just talking nonsense!

When the Mexican Internet Department announced the crimes of these people and the whole process of the Fourth Battalion killing Velupillai Prabhakaran on the Internet, there were more praises for Victor on the forum.

Many people agreed that he used thundering methods against criminals!

At least it can deter anyone who wants to commit a crime.

Goebbels took the opportunity to register Victor's account on the American BBS website, Mexico's CBRS, and Asia's "Great Wall Station".

And there are special people to maintain it on it, and a large number of Victor's work photos will be sent out, and say hello on the Internet.

He immediately became the first "leader" to enjoy the dividends of the Internet.

Many people left messages under him.

Victor looked at every message in the office when he had nothing to do.

"Boss, look, there are women here courting you." Casare turned his head and said with a smile while flipping through the message list.

Wei Huang held a cigarette in his hand, leaned over and took a look, and saw it written:

"I have to admit that you are the most manly man I have ever seen. You make me want to GC. I think of you every night and want to climb onto your chest. I love you for the 77th day, Mr. Victor-from the dormitory of the University of Southern California."

? ? ?

At the beginning of the Internet, there were all kinds of monsters and demons.

It was really brilliant...

But Victor had experienced the influence of the Internet in later generations after all, and he seemed very calm. He patted Casare on the shoulder, "Are you sure that the person sitting opposite is a man or a woman?"

The smiling Kafat's face suddenly stiffened, and then he shuddered.

A picture naturally appeared in my mind...

A big man who was picking his feet was sitting in front of the computer looking at Victor's photo, and then typed two words: Brother~

Casare felt his Adam's apple roll, and smiled awkwardly, "Should... It shouldn't be."

Victor smiled but said nothing.

Now everyone has not really shown the true nature of monsters and demons. When you see LGBT in the future, you will know that there are such people in the human world.

Dongdongdong~

Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The correct version is being read! 6=9+Shu_Bar released this novel for the first time.

Victor shouted, picked up the teacup on the table, and drank a sip of hot water. The temperature has dropped too fast recently, and I have a cold and my nose is a little blocked.

George Smiley walked in, "General, something happened in the United States."

"The CEO of Citigroup was attacked by a shark while on vacation in Manhattan and died on the spot."

"The executive in charge of medical insurance at the largest insurance company in the United States, MetLife, was shot and killed on the way home from get off work. The murderer was two masked black men..."

"And the Rothschild family here..."

George Smiley had a lot of information in his hand and handed it over.

Victor put down the cup, took it and took a look, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became...

"Oh my god, does God need a group of financial managers?" Casare made a joke, but... a little cold.

"It seems that our General Donald is planning to revive his power. Have you checked the backgrounds of these people?"

George Smiley nodded, "They are all supporting behind the scenes..."

Victor understood immediately, but he didn't understand. They were all wearing the same pants, why did Donald want to take them as a target?

Could it be...

If he couldn't pay the money?

He really killed the creditors?

"Let's investigate the reason. Donald is not a very emotional person. Something must have happened inside. Tell me as soon as you have any news."

George Smiley responded.

Victor took the teacup and sighed, "This is so crude."

The Pentagon.

Office of the Secretary of Defense.

The curtains were drawn, and it looked gloomy. The air conditioner was on, but Donald's face was still sweating a lot. What month is it?

It's almost November.

The old guy also looked a little nervous...

Ding-ling-ling!

The phone on the table, which symbolizes power, rang abruptly. Donald picked up the phone and chatted for a few words, then scolded, "Enough! Do you still want to escape now?"

"It's done. Five trillion national debts, and after the collapse of the Soviet Union, we need to quickly announce to the world the arrival of our era. How many people and forces on this planet are waiting for us to settle accounts? I don't have time to play any profit division games with them here."

"The military needs them to pay, but they want to send the money to Israel? Fuck, they are Americans!"

"They still want to threaten us with national debts, which is absolutely impossible."

The old man shouted in a low voice, a little excited.

But from the lines, it can be seen that he really doesn't have much good feelings for those capitalists.

I don't know what the person on the other side said to him, and his expression slowly controlled, "We have already discussed the bottom line. As long as they love America and build an American dream together, then things will be easy to talk about."

"Okay, I won't move, and I won't send out the army."

After hanging up the phone, Donald's expression was very wonderful.

"I'm not wrong!"

"What Victor can do, I can do too!"

He intends to take this opportunity to suppress the restless tycoons, and also to improve the welfare benefits of the military, and most importantly, to get Congress to approve more budgets.

He plans to...

First eliminate Haiti, then support Bosnia's independence, and then use troops against Iraq.

The oil in Saddam's territory is too attractive, the US military needs it, and the most important thing is to expand its influence.

Also, according to the intelligence of the CIA, since the end of the Gulf Group, Saddam seems to be much more normal, beginning to understand his foreign policy and start to change strategies. The most important thing is that he is said to be contacting Victor, hoping to get intercontinental missiles?

Donald doesn't know where this information came from. Anyway, it was given by the CIA, and he can't question Victor, the other party will confront him.

Whether it is right or not, anyway, I can't deal with Victor, can't I deal with you?

Anyway, there is a grudge, and it doesn't matter if it's done sooner or later.

Anyone who stands in the way of my "Great American Dream" will die.

Donald actually has this mentality now...

The years he was in politics were the most brutal and tense period of the Cold War. Facing the vigorous international communist movement, the United States was a little exhausted. After the Cuban Missile Crisis, Kennedy seemed to have won the scene, but in fact he was forced to withdraw from the missile base in Turkey, and the United States did not gain any advantage.

When he was a member of the Illinois State Congress, he shouted loudly: Use force against the Soviet Union!

A typical very, very tough Cold War elite.

And he is a warmongerer. He hopes to start one or two wars during his tenure. People who have read his books actually know that he is very disdainful of the Gulf War.

"The bloatedness of the United States in the war was suffocating. It took half a year to mobilize troops from Europe and the mainland alone. This was simply torture. The U.S. military only bullied Iraq because it was a small country and did not have the ability and determination to strike across borders. When the United States faced a powerful country, it would be difficult for the U.S. military to be so calm, and the outcome of the war was hard to predict.

After he came to power for the second time, he made a tough speech, saying that he would "kill all the enemies of the United States", which was in line with American public opinion.

Don't think he was bragging.

Three months after taking office, he was going to cut most of the European bases. He believed that the Soviet Union was about to die, and there was no need to build so many bases on the border.

Also, he would get rid of the shitty tank heavy brigade and replace it with a synthetic brigade.

He is the "Pentagon warlord" and is very ruthless. Don't think he was defeated by Victor, because the latter is not afraid of wearing shoes even if he is barefoot.

Originally, he wanted to borrow the hand of the "cheap grandson-in-law".

But the other party was not fooled...

Donald sometimes felt that Victor was more dangerous than the whole world put together.

He walked to the window and looked into the distance...

"Times..."

"Whose time? ! "

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