Chapter 454 Victor’s Big Happy Event!

Guatemala. Northern, Lacaner, Petén department.

The population is only about 20,000 people.

There is a firefight going on at this time!

The sound of gunfire continued.

The "contras", or the Guatemalan Workers' Party, are in an armed uprising.

Conflicts with local police and military.

Hundreds of armed men stormed the town government...

However, this equipment is too good.

He was holding a US military M16 automatic rifle, four grenades on his waist, and four magazines stuffed in his tactical vest.

Others carried M72LAW rocket launchers and aimed them at the windows of the town government, which was still resisting.

boom!

The government troops lying by the window were blown to pieces, and their limbs and arms fell off...

There was still smoke rising from it.

Doesn't this look like a weapon that guerrillas can use? !

Most of the GC armies in Latin America, including northern India, the Philippines and other places, still use AKs.

If the Guatemalan Workers’ Party has no support behind it, it will stand on its head and eat shit.

"Come on!!!" a helmeted Guatemalan Workers' Party soldier shouted, rushing onto the roof of the town government.

He kicked off the flag symbolizing dictatorship and put the red flag up.

Seeing that the situation was over, dozens of government army members put down their guns and surrendered.

Holding his head, he squatted on the ground with a dejected look.

A short, stocky man wearing a beret, a big beard, and a military uniform walked up to them. He looked tough, but his tone was actually very gentle.

"Don't worry, I guarantee your safety. As long as after our review, none of you bully men, do evil, or participate in the drug trafficking activities of dictator Ubico Castañeda, we will Its release."

Hearing this, many of the government armed personnel breathed a sigh of relief, while some also tightened their expressions.

"take away."

Everyone's expressions were caught by the short and stocky man. With a wave of his hand, the soldiers escorted the prisoners away.

"Congratulations, Mr. Alfonso Portillo."

At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and wearing a military uniform walked up behind him. The first thing he felt was that he was very polite.

"You won the stage."

Alfonso Portillo, leader of the Workers' Party of Guatemala, was not happy when he heard the congratulations. Instead, he shook his head and looked a little solemn. "A temporary success is only a temporary victory. Guatemala is still very big and we need to work harder."

The middle-aged man nodded appreciatively upon hearing this, "I thought you would enjoy this victory..."

If so, I think he is a short-sighted person.

"I need to expand my influence and bring in more people, and I need your support." Alfonso Portillo said with a slight raise in his eyes.

"Of course, Mexico City will provide you with 3,000 weapons and equipment, and will provide you with 6 million US dollars in aid, and send a 40-member military advisory team. We are very happy to see the overthrow of authoritarianism and the establishment of a new one. GC Society.”

Alfonso Portillo's eyes lit up and he was very surprised.

But then he frowned, hesitated and said, "Mr. Valentine, is Mexico planning to support a new regime?"

This is a method often used by the United States, including supporting Augusto Pinochet, overthrowing Allende's rule, and breaking the backbone of GCism in Latin America.

The same goes for the Soviet Union. Wasn't it just to support its own government when it sent troops out of Afghanistan and raided Amin?

Cold War Cold War…

The small country is dead, and the neighbors are cold.

"No no no!"

Valentin, who is affiliated with the Mexican Intelligence Agency, shook his head, "We never interfere in other countries' internal affairs."

"Help you are entirely based on humanitarianism and concern for the Guatemalan people. You see, under a dictatorship, people are struggling to make ends meet and sell their children and daughters. The world should not be like this."

"Don't worry, we don't need any report..."

"We just hope that the world will be peaceful and that everyone will have support for their old age and children."

Valentin's eyes were very clear, and he said... he almost believed it.

Some words can only be heard half way.

Why does Mexico support Guatemala's independence?

Isn't it just to amplify the "fire" in Latin America? When he opens his eyes near the capitalist United States, oh well, they are all countries that uphold socialism. How can he sleep peacefully?

Most importantly, Victor needs more allies...

Fighting alone is really like a lone wolf fighting a vicious dog.

If you inherit the legacy of the Soviet Union, you must be generous and not too stingy...

What Americans can give, he can also give.

Isn't it just money?

If there are no more, pull out the chaebols and chop off a few more.

The market economy is never determined by a certain chaebol, but by the market activity of individuals.

Therefore, Victor is not afraid of hitting the market at all.

As for whether Alfonso Portillo will "betray" the revolution after his career is successful, that will be discussed later.

Also, after Guatemala’s dictator Ubico Castañeda came to power through a coup, he became very, very close to the CIA. He also helped Colombia transport drugs to the United States and criticized Victor more than once internationally.

It would be better to get rid of such people as soon as possible.

Alfonso Portillo was also a smart man. He took a deep breath and began to make guarantees.

"The Workers' Party of Guatemala will always be the most loyal, reliable and friendly brother of the Mexican People's Party!"

"If possible, I would like to go to Mexico City to meet with General Victor."

Valentine also nodded vigorously, "I will convey this matter and facilitate it as soon as possible."

The hands of the two people were tightly held together. Under the sunshine, the seeds of greatness began to bloom in Guatemala.

Of course, it’s not just here, Colombia, Chile, Brazil…

People in the Mexican Intelligence Agency were looking for someone to support them, and they clashed with the CIA several times.

The whole of Latin America is in chaos!

And in Mexico City.

The lights are bright.

You can see many people on the street, holding balloons and laughing.

Celebrating the new year!

The Chinatown lion dance team performed in the "Victor Square" in the center, surrounded by a group of people cheering.

A toddler sat on his father's shoulders, giggling as he watched the lion dance jumping back and forth with clear eyes.

Heavily armed policemen stood in the middle with police dogs, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

"Uncle, can I take a picture with it?" A girl in a skirt asked the leading police officer nervously.

"certainly."

The police officer smiled and patted the military dog ​​on the forehead. The latter stuck out his tongue and stood next to the girl, grinning with his teeth bared.

Put the dog's paw on the girl's skirt and look into the camera.

"Come on~eggplant!"

The father holding the camera squatted down and made a "click" sound.

The beauty of this moment is left behind.

"Thank you." The little girl touched the police dog and smiled happily, then ran to her father's side, jumping up and down.

"Director, why are you crying?"

The police officer saw tears in the eyes of the officer leading the team and couldn't help but speak.

"It's okay, it's okay. Just patrol well and catch anyone suspicious first."

The director wiped the corners of his eyes and shouted loudly.

He was just in a trance...

If my daughter had not been killed by drug dealers, she would be that old now.

A happy life is really hard-won.

The peace that many people have at their fingertips is something they have never seen in their entire lives.

No one can destroy it!

In an office on the top floor of the National Palace.

Victor stood next to the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cigarette in his hand. He looked at the lively neighborhood with a little longing in his eyes.

But he knew that if he went to "have fun with the people", he would actually just add burden to the grassroots.

Sometimes I sit too high...

Also very lonely.

At this moment, his personal cell phone on the table rang, and he picked it up.

"Victor, Happy New Year~!!!"

Listening to that familiar voice, he couldn't help but laugh, "Happy New Year, Belsalia."

"Did you miss me?"

"certainly."

The person on the other side smiled happily, "Then open the door."

? ? ? ?

Victor was startled, raised his head, and looked at the door hopefully. He stood up and walked over. When he put his hand on the handle, he felt a little nervous...

squeak~

After opening it, he saw Belsalia standing at the door, "surprise!!"

He immediately jumped up, hugged him and started chewing.

Casare next to him smiled and clapped softly.

This American girl just behaves more directly...

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It almost hung on Victor, almost suffocating him to death.

"When did you come?" Victor asked in surprise, panting slightly.

Belsaria smiled happily, "Just got off the plane."

"The Secretariat received a call from the Secret Service, saying they were looking for me. When I got down, I saw her standing at the door, dragging her suitcase." Casare also spread his hands helplessly beside her.

"She said she wanted to give you a surprise."

It is impossible to say that he is not mentally disturbed. After all, he is also a human being. A woman flew from Germany to Mexico for more than ten hours to see you.

"Come on, come in and talk."

Of course Casare didn't want to party with the light bulb, so he found an excuse and left.

After welcoming her into the office, Victor poured hot water for her.

"Does your grandpa know that you came to my place?"

Belsalia was very direct, "I know what you are going to say, and I also know what happened. I had a fight with my family, and they wanted me to break up with you, but I told him that this was impossible."

"He told me that you believe in GC-ism!"

"But love has no boundaries of faith, right?"

"Besides, I think your pursuit is noble. Let me tell you secretly that when I was in Germany, I had already joined the German GC Party." Belsalia smiled, "The old man must be crazy, he must think that my head is broken. ”

"But I want to tell him that we are young and reality may be cruel, but we pursue our ideals."

She touched Victor's cheek, "I'm proud of you too."

"I love you, not only because of what you look like, but also because of how I look when I am with you. I love you, not only because of what you have done for me, but also because of what I can do for you. ”

If it were a little boy who said this, he would have been so moved. Of course, even Victor's heart would be gushing!

He hugged her immediately, kissed her passionately, and carried her into the small room in the office.

Bang bang~

Fireworks were set off outside, shooting up into the sky and lighting up half of the starry sky.

Boom~

The clock on the wall reached twelve o'clock, and the woodpecker inside came out and started calling.

It’s January 1, 1992! !

Happy New Year!

Victor accompanied Belsaria to Chinatown.

According to the new "Holiday Law", January 1st is a two-day holiday, so there are no Mexican shops on the street.

Only Chinese…

Celebrating a holiday?

Impossible, don’t delay my business, you can see them selling fried rice on the battlefield in Afghanistan.

But he was a celebrity after all, and it still caused an uproar when he walked in.

Some people visiting Chinatown shouted excitedly.

The Secret Service is so nervous...

"Who is it? Such a grand event? Teresa Teng is here?"

In a sausage restaurant, the chef holding a knife, holding a cigarette in his mouth, poked his head and asked.

The boss was eating and was sitting outside. When he turned around, he saw the chef coming out. He coughed so hard that the rice spurted out of his nostrils.

"You are going to die. Why did you come out with a knife? Go back. That's Victor. Later, the bodyguard thinks you are going to do something and will kill you." The boss pushed him.

The chef nodded hurriedly and ran to the kitchen.

But I still stood on tiptoe and looked outside.

Victor smiled and waved to the crowd, occasionally stopping to talk to others.

If he meets someone cute, he will even hug her.

"Sir, is this your female companion? Our future First Lady of Mexico?"

Suddenly, a courageous little boy pointed at Belsaria standing next to her and asked loudly.

The passers-by all smiled kindly.

The American woman also looked at Victor with a smile.

"Of course, she's my girlfriend and I love her."

"Then when are you going to propose?" the boy shouted, whistling and looking at him with admiration.

"Now, how about it?"

Victor said softly.

As he spoke, he took out a diamond ring from his pocket, and looked at Belsaria affectionately in the astonished eyes of everyone, "I have been a staunch materialist in my life, and you are the only one I look forward to in the next life." , will you marry me?"

The crowd was in an uproar~

"Marry him!"

"Marry him!!"

"Oh, my God, I'm so touched, I'm about to burst into tears." A big Mexican man wiped his tears, raised his hands, and shouted loudly.

Belsaria covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, and nodded vigorously.

"I do."

Suddenly, the entire Chinatown burst into deafening cheers!

Victor's popularity is evident.

The news also made the front page of Mexican news for the first time.

In an instant, it spread to the United States next door, and then...to the whole world.

A bohemian woods in Monte Rio, California.

This is a private site, and the 1,100 hectares of land belong to one organization.

Bohemian club!

Famous members include former U.S. presidents Richard Nixon, Ronald Reagan and others, and the famous "Manhattan Project" was formed here.

The annual meeting, which was originally scheduled to be held in July every year, was held in advance.

Just one purpose: how to bring down Victor's regime.

At the venue, there was delicious food and soft music, and a group of men sat together and chatted.

"A courtship wedding made a big fuss. Rumsfeld, your granddaughter was in the newspaper." A man with a slicked back hair came over, holding a newspaper in his hand, and said to the old defense minister, with a gloating tone.

Robert Gates!

The Deputy Secretary of Defense was also originally appointed by George H.W. Bush, but the sudden change in the situation caused Rumsfeld to take over, and he became a little unhappy with him.

The old defense chief wearing glasses raised his eyebrows and took the newspaper. From a photo on it, he could clearly see his granddaughter's face being moved.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly...

"Damn Victor!!" he yelled, rolling up the newspaper and smashing it on the ground.

"A man's mouth has only two uses, to bewitch women and to bewitch people. Obviously he succeeded in both." Robert Gates shrugged. He pressed forward step by step and looked at the other person like this, "Your granddaughter If she marries Victor, will she... still belong to the Rumsfeld family? "

"Robert!" Someone shouted next to him, motioning for him to shut up.

"Humph, I just think some people are not suitable for joining the Bohemian Club. Who knows whether he is Mexican or American...ah oh."

Before Robert Gates could finish his words, he was punched in the face.

He fell to the ground directly, and several of his teeth were broken.

After all, the old defense chief was in the army and had a very hard fist.

"Shut your mouth, Robert. There is no need to talk about the Rumsfeld family." The old man said with a sullen face and took a deep breath, "I will kick her out. From today on, Belsaria no longer belongs to Our family."

Robert Gates covered his mouth, his hands were covered with blood, and he was yelling incomprehensibly, but he was obviously accusing, but when he met the other person's eyes, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

"That's enough!" A voice shouted.

I saw three people coming out of the house, Nixon, Reagan, and John Ellis Bush (the elder Bush's younger brother).

"Are you in a boxing match?"

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