Chapter 214 Uncle Victor, I Can’t Stand Any Opposition!

Washington.

John Edgar Hoover Building!

This is the FBI's headquarters.

Actually, I have to say that the FBI and CIA's headquarters are both very good. The DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) worked in a tea room at the beginning.

They are just raised by a stepmother.

However, with Victor's annual sponsorship, the DEA can at least be better off. The Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency is their largest sponsor!

The new FBI boss Floyd I. Clark touched the desk that one person couldn't even hold with his hands, and his eyes were ecstatic!

Thank you Gilbert, thank you William Webster!

He was directly promoted to the person in charge of the FBI.

Become one of the most powerful people in this empire.

But he also knows what he has to do now, that is to appease the somewhat restless atmosphere inside. The FBI is also wronged. Didn't you just lose a director?

We were killed by you in Mexico. 31 colleagues.

Isn't Marlo's life a life?

Moreover, the former director, William Sessions, had been in the FBI for nearly four years. He was pretty good to his subordinates and had a certain reputation. You fired him so directly, he must be unhappy.

They were even planning to protest.

That's right, the FBI... protest!

The CIA demanded that the murderer be severely punished and that all the FBI's activity funds for this year be given to them. The butt determines the head, and Floyd I. Clark would definitely not agree.

There are some verbal battles to be had.

He took the ashtray and was about to smoke a cigarette and think about it, when he saw that the door of the office was "knocked" open by someone!

Who the hell is so rude?

"Director!"

"Director!"

The employee who ran in from the door had a panic, nervous, scared, and even crying tone in his voice.

Floyd I. Clark's heart sank.

No way... something happened again?

I haven't even sat down yet!

"The Statue of Liberty! It's been bombed!!!"

Buzz!

Floyd I. Clark felt dizzy and his blood pressure rose instantly!

…

In a church school in Virginia.

"Meiling Sect" was giving students an American history lesson in the church.

"Yes, the United States is the greatest country on this planet. It is the beacon of the world and can bring happiness, fairness and comfort to everyone."

He had a smile on his face. The reporters took pictures of his "heroic appearance" and sent them out later, which was a manifestation of his closeness to the people.

Dengdengdeng...

Suddenly, footsteps were heard and a man in a suit ran onto the stage. The reporters' eyes lit up immediately. This was the big boss in the office. He ran to Bush (Hong Kong translation) and leaned over to talk in his ear.

Bush's face froze and his eyes were obviously confused.

He frowned, "Go and make arrangements. I want to make a televised speech!"

The big boss in the office nodded and went to make arrangements.

Bush insisted on finishing the class with the students. After the class, he came to a temporary classroom under the protection of the US Secret Service.

Students and teachers were called in and sat around him.

Bush stood on the podium with a solemn expression.

"Good afternoon, fellow countrymen. Today, our symbol of freedom was destroyed by a group of disgusting bastards. Today, we witnessed the most evil scene in human nature!"

"We responded with the best of America. Our police and rescue workers were very brave, and the people at the scene also showed the brilliance of humanity."

"I issued an emergency order as soon as the incident happened. Our army is extremely powerful. Anyone or any organization involved in this incident will be severely punished by us!"

"We are just as Psalm 23 said: We walked through the dark valley, and we are not afraid, because you are with us. Thank you and love you, fellow countrymen."

"Thank you!"

This TV speech instantly swept the country.

Well...

Sir, your approval rating has increased!

Many people saw Bush's tears.

One hour after the attack on the Statue of Liberty, the "tragedy" began to spread around the world!

…

Tijuana, Mexico, jumped out at the first moment.

Victor controlled his expression, his face began to tense, his eyes were numb and sad, and even tears came out.

"Today is a huge day of pain. Our friend, the United States, is suffering from an attack that is unprecedented in human history!"

"This is absolutely intolerable!"

"Those drug dealers who shouted long live drugs are just a bunch of bastards. They have no humanity and no responsibility. They should be drowned in the toilet!"

Victor cried in front of the camera while talking.

Really cried!

Tears flowed.

The camera gave a close-up of his eyes in a very "subtle" way, and his red eyes revealed sadness.

"Sorry, I just... can't bear to see people get hurt."

"Mexico has been attacked by drug dealers, and we can empathize with them. Why should there be such bastards like drug dealers under the same blue sky?"

"They are destroying our lives, they are destroying my body and soul!"

"If the drug dealers really want to use violence to maintain their courage, please come to me, don't hurt innocent people, I and my companions will give you bastards a heavy blow!"

"But I also see the glory of humanity. The Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency will provide $1 million in humanitarian donations to the families of those killed in this attack. May God be with you, Amen!"

"Long live America!"

"Long live Mexico!"

"Long live the just and noble anti-drug cause!"

...

When Victor came down from the stage, Casare handed him a towel, he took it and wiped his eyes.

For politicians, it is not easy to cry.

If you can't even control your tears, how can you control your bowels and bladder?

Victor doesn't care about the Statue of Liberty. It is said that it didn't collapse, but it was also seriously damaged, and the arm was lost.

It's okay...

It has become a Venus de Milo.

All he wants is to jump out at the first time and stand on the side of "America".

Big brother!

I can shout and fight as your little brother. Do you think you can give me some sweets?

"Have you told Cuauhkmote to lower the flag to half-mast?"

Casare nodded, "Mr. President agreed, and said that he will send all 200,000 soldiers to the battlefield in the next anti-drug operation!"

! ! !

Victor was not happy when he heard this, but his face twitched, "Is he kidding? 200,000? At least 150,000 are related to drug dealers. Why go to the battlefield? My people have to be careful of bullets from behind."

"No, no!"

He waved his hands in disdain. Why did he pull a bunch of rabble up?

When the drug dealers come, they will all turn against us.

In fact, the most needed thing in the Mexican army is to install a recorder behind your back, because in this way you can find out which team member behind you wants to kill you.

Cassara looked embarrassed, "How can I refuse?"

Victor frowned, "It's enough to let Cuauhcmote give us the right to recruit soldiers independently in Lower California, and allow us to recruit soldiers anywhere in Mexico!"

"We...aren't we doing that?"

Victor "..."

Sometimes I really want to strangle the other person to death.

"We need a red-headed document! Red-headed document! Idiot."

"We need to stand firm in legal terms, let the parliament pass a bill, the "Autonomous Recruitment Rights of the Anti-Drug Force", and allow us to directly enter any city in Mexico under any circumstances."

"No one is allowed to discredit the Anti-Drug Force, and the Anti-Drug Force is allowed to issue a national emergency order at any time!"

"And the Anti-Drug Force has the power to interrogate and interrogate anyone in Mexico!"

"We have unlimited self-defense fire authority!"

Casare was stunned, Watford.

Boss, let's rebel.

You are no different from making yourself a king.

"The parliament will not agree." Casare said firmly. If it agrees, where is the orthodoxy?

Tijuana?

Or Mexico City?

After all, they still control 200,000 armed forces. Even if they are a mob, those people will never hand over all their power.

"I just want a list of people who oppose me!"

"Not the draft passed by the parliament. Whether they agree or not will not affect me at all. If they disagree, will I not do it?"

"Who are they?"

Victor sneered, his eyes gloomy, "I want to see how many people in Mexico City are willing to stand on my side."

Alejandro's incident stimulated him. He doesn't trust anyone now and plans to set up an internal affairs department.

The person in charge is to "kill" all those who oppose him!

It's so direct.

Uncle Victor, can't stand opposition!

He has even thought of the name.

"Thirteen Taibao!"

A part of the elite soldiers and generals will be separated from the Mexican News Department, and George Smiley will be in charge.

Draw out the list first!

Then they will be shot one by one.

Casare felt that the boss was getting more and more... a little playful, but he expressed his support.

Even if he went south to capture the dragon today, he would be the vanguard.

Follow the boss and be the nanny tomorrow!

"How are Kennedy and the others?"

"The DEA has contacted a US Air Force plane, which has already arrived in Ecuador and will be able to return home soon."

When the Americans go down, Ecuador has only two choices, either to accept it actively or passively.

Even if Colombia protests, what does it matter?

If you have the temper, go and tell Big Brother.

Victor nodded, "When the time comes, make a bigger welcome, just to tell the drug dealers that I killed your people!"

The more you offend them, the more help you can get from the Americans.

…

And the scene of Victor crying in front of the camera to mourn the victims was also reported to the United States and neighboring Canada.

After the bullets flew for a while.

It began to ferment slowly!

Under the promotion of caring people, many people began to know "Victor"!

His name became a household name.

And the close-up of his crying was called by the Los Angeles Times: the cry of American friends!

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