Chapter 216 Don’t Be Silly, Victor Didn’t Say He Wouldn’t Hit Women.

August 2, 1990!

Middle East tycoon Shada Mu marches into Kuwait!

Intends to turn it into the 19th province.

The Persian Gulf is suddenly filled with war clouds, European bosses collectively go crazy, and the Americans issue 4 serious warnings in three days!

Eleven of the world's 20 largest oil fields are in the Gulf region. You did this, did you ask us?

Kuwait is Iraq's creditor, and it has received a lot of money from him, probably tens of billions of dollars. Shada Mu saw that he couldn't pay it back, so he made the creditor disappear!

Ta-ta-ta-ta...

As for Victor, he was very relaxed. During this period, he had "remotely commanded" and used his golden finger to create a "Lower California Economic Think Tank", about 15 people, almost all of whom were at the national team level.

This is... professionals.

After direct research, they felt that they could go all-in on oil futures!

According to them, "War will inevitably lead to an appreciation of oil. All we have to do is throw money in and then... quietly wait for the American soldiers to come."

Victor believed it, and his wife Ben and coffin Ben both smashed down.

Another thing is that 36 hours after the collapse of the "Statue of Liberty", that is, a day and a half after he held a press conference, the United States contacted him directly.

Hope to give him some sponsorship to fight against the Pablo terrorist organization!

Yes, that's the word used, terrorist organization, directly upgraded from a drug trafficking group.

Victor trusts you with whatever you want, you call him a bitch, he has no objection, you just need to sponsor me, no matter what.

But when he heard that the CIA was contacting him.

His expression suddenly became exciting.

Damn!

I met a ghost.

He wanted to say a few damn words, but he didn't know whether to say them or not.

The two sides can't say that they will fight to the death, but they don't like each other. The Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency is labeled as the US Justice Department, and it doesn't get along with the CIA.

Most importantly, the death of former CIA Director William Webster is also related to Victor and his team to a certain extent. If it weren't for the 31 bodies suspected to be from the FBI, would the confrontation between the two sides have happened?

It's all Victor's fault!

The CIA may make trouble in this matter. It may not necessarily ruin the conversation, but it will definitely make you sick.

Should I endure it?

Afternoon of August 4.

Tijuana City Hall.

Victor met Rosie Dragun, the deputy director of the CIA, who came to discuss sponsorship. From the name, you can tell that she is a woman. She is not beautiful and is relatively old, almost in her early 40s, and her hair is sagging.

She has short hair that reaches her shoulders, and looks a bit like a strong woman.

Next to him is Milovan Garner, the head of the North American DEA, an Algerian who has actually met and cooperated with Victor before.

He was actually the one behind Operation Gothic Snake. After all, he was in charge of North America, and Jonathan Panier was his subordinate.

He was open and direct, and he was comfortable to work with.

It was said that he was going to be promoted. When Jonathan returned from Ecuador, he would take over his position, and he would go to the headquarters.

He had a cooperative relationship with Victor in terms of "interests", so when he met him, he was very polite, and the two even hugged each other.

If there was a relationship in terms of interests, it was understandable.

Rosie Dragon had a serious face all the time, and looked very mean.

As soon as he sat down, the other party took the initiative directly, "CIA is willing to provide weapons, equipment and personnel assistance to the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency, but we have the following requirements."

Victor crossed his legs and nodded with a smile.

There was a trash can next to him, and there was no ashtray. Casare had someone take away the ashtray when he was setting up the venue.

This is the diplomatic etiquette of Lower California.

If this thing is placed here, the boss's anger value BUFF will be almost full.

"First, we will send consultants to join your anti-drug force."

Victor nodded, "That's no problem."

"Second, any action must be approved by the CIA."

Victor raised his eyebrows and began to squint.

"Third, the CIA has the power to control anyone in the anti-drug force."

This condition made Milovan Garner, the head of DEA North America sitting next to him, look a little ugly.

Isn't this just deliberately looking for trouble?

Casare sat in the back, her legs were a little weak, sister, can you stop saying that?

"Anything else?"

"There is one last thing, we need to arrange a person in charge with the same power as you in the anti-drug force."

The CIA is really not messing around, they really play like this in other organizations, consultants, weapons, and senior executives are almost all CIA people, and they have to listen to their arrangements for everything.

It's called being a dog, but in fact it's like being their grandson, and there is no autonomy.

This is also one of the reasons why the CIA is so arrogant overseas.

In addition to the US military, they really have their own "armed forces", which is why the later American leaders will try to disperse their power.

The power is really too great!

"Equal power? What does that mean?" Victor asked with a laugh.

Rosie Dragun looked at him, "In any case, I have the power to command the anti-drug forces on your behalf."

Victor couldn't help but look around when he heard this.

"Boss, what are you looking for?" Casare said from behind.

"Where's the ashtray?"

"Fuck!" Victor couldn't help but kick the coffee table over, and in Rosie Dragun's unbelievable eyes, he grabbed her hair and dragged her over like a dead dog.

The CIA employees who came with him stood up immediately.

"Don't move!"

Casare took a deep breath, and the ashtray was gone, so he did it himself. Although he complained in his heart, he still stood up and pointed at the CIA people and warned, "Don't be impulsive! Otherwise, I'll kill you, little bastards!"

They should understand the bastards' Spanish, right?

Casare doesn't speak English anyway.

Victor pulled Rosie Dragun, who was lying on the ground like a dog, and he raised his right hand and slapped her directly!

"Stinky bitch, did your period rush to your head - brain hemorrhage! Or did you let the man X confuse you yesterday? Didn't sleep well this morning?"

"Ahhh!"

The pain on the pulled scalp and face made Rosie Dragun scream. This slap was not light, and her ears were still buzzing and vibrating.

Do you really think Victor doesn't hit women?

Don't be stupid!

It's almost the 21st century, and we must achieve gender equality.

Milovan Garner of the DEA sat there, not knowing where to put his hands. Oh my god, there is no need to do this, right?

I heard that Victor of Mexico has a bad temper, but you don’t have to do this, is it necessary to slap him like this if the negotiation fails?

But…

If you hit her, you can’t hit me.

Victor is not afraid of the Americans finding fault. Can a deputy director let the United States send troops to fight him?

At most, it will leave a bad impression on Bush.

There is a saying in the United States that if you understand it thoroughly, you can actually understand the United States thoroughly. "You can show your bull in front of the president and tell him that he is an idiot, but you must not touch a penny of the overseas assets of the Wall Street capital tycoons."

They will not do anything that is not beneficial.

Unless you tell them that oil has been discovered under Victor's ass, he will die on the spot tomorrow.

This slap is to tell the FBI and DEA that I have retreated and we are in the same camp.

The woman was beaten left and right, her face was swollen and two teeth were loose.

The force was not light.

She fainted.

Victor waved his numb hand, picked up the half-smoked cigarette from the ground, blew on the filter, put it back in his mouth, looked at Milovan Garner, and smiled.

"DEA should be able to negotiate, right?"

Milovan Garner glanced at the CIA people, and Victor immediately understood, saying to Casare, "Please ask our CIA guests to sit next door and wait for dinner."

Fatty Ka nodded, and the two layers of skin on his chin were particularly obvious.

Even if the CIA employees disagreed, there was nothing they could do, they could only be "driven" to the next door half-heartedly. As for the bitch, she was found a doctor.

It was really cool!

Although the CIA is arrogant overseas, it has been attacked by others. Colonel Kamagra once buried the other party alive. I can cooperate with you and even protect your American assets and interests because I can't beat you.

But you, a CIA, are jumping around on my head. Some people with bad tempers will attack you, not to mention Victor... who is mentally ill.

After the CIA people left, Milovan Garner raised his thumb to Victor, "I have long wanted to blow their heads off."

"I can do whatever my friends want to do."

Milovan Garner smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I am on your side. Jonathan Panier told me about you, and you have helped me a lot. I was able to get promoted with your help, but this matter can be big or small, but if the FBI is brought in, there is no need to worry about the pressure from the CIA."

Victor heard this and felt very open-minded, knowing that the other party was expressing goodwill, or... asking for benefits!

He said directly, "What do you want?"

"I don't want anything. Pablo has angered the American people this time. He must be taught a lesson. The DEA will also focus on the North American Drug Association. If you make more contributions, I can also benefit from it."

"Some of the other deputy directors in the DEA don't have a good relationship with me. I hope that any intelligence or military exploits you have can be signed with my name."

So that's it!

It seems that the DEA is also fighting for power.

"No problem!"

"The wife of the new FBI director Floyd I. Clark likes gambling and owes about 3.5 million US dollars in Las Vegas."

"How did you know about this?"

Victor frowned. He understood what the other party meant. He hoped to cover the bottom and start with his wife.

Milovan Garner looked at him, and the two looked at each other.

Finally, the former spoke.

"I slept with her!"

"Very smooth!"

CNMD!

The North American head of the DEA is having an affair with the wife of the FBI boss.

Americans... really know how to play!

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