As for other small companies that can also produce, by the ti they're done...
the war might be over.
"I will serve as a technical consultant here for the next half month. If you need anything, just let know, and I will do my utmost to assist you, sir."
"I want to know, will Victor provide any other help?" he asked nervously.
Antirrhocus Davidson smiled politely, "You need to ask the advisors beside you, we are responsible for different sections."
"Ahem..." The Chief of Staff standing by stepped forward, "Please rest assured, we will do our best to help you. The Supre Leader is your relative, he will surely assist you."
This statent slightly eased Bramo's tense heart.
He is just like this, hesitating, looking so righteous and stern on TV before, then can't help but think randomly after stepping down.
Will he be assassinated by the U.S. Military.
Is he a traitor to his country?
Will Ramsfield destroy everything, in any case always being cautious.
In essence...
he is also part of the U.S. elite.
If it weren't for life's threats and a craving for power, would he rise up to raise trouble?
Would the Ramsfield family rise up to raise trouble?
So don't think that being with Victor ans they're cut from the sa cloth; he just hopes the latter will help him.
No one expected the situation to beco this chaotic.
"Sir, you haven't rested for several days, please go get so rest," the Chief of Staff said softly.
With a reminder, Bramo felt fatigue co over him, nodded, and walked away.
Only Antirrhocus Davidson and the Chief of Staff remained in the room.
The two seed to be very familiar.
Antirrhocus pulled out a cigarette and handed it over, asking, "How is he?"
"Inside his bones still flows capitalist blood, weak, but I feel in a few months he might even surrender to the U.S. Military." There was not a bit of respect in the Chief of Staff's tone.
Antirrhocus's hand shook, "Impossible, he's been declared as a traitor!"
"What's so special about being a traitor? If the elite class is willing to accept him back, even if he's an animal, the Yanks would say he's a human variant."
The United States has no moral bottom line.
Only cooperation, profiting, betrayal, cooperating again...
As long as future Trump's willing to surrender and not entangle with the rednecks below, see if anyone is willing to accept him.
Of course, he might die faster too; who knows what the future holds.
Antirrhocus rubbed his cigarette, speaking unkindly, "If he dares to ss around, just eliminate him!"
"Anyway, we've never intended to rely on him to overthrow the U.S."
He's just playing a leading role. The Black Panther Party, Latin Arican Guerrillas are also frequently striking in the U.S. now.
Many around the world are responding.
"Alright!" The Chief of Staff nodded, speaking decisively.
During a cigarette's ti, the two talked quite a bit, but the latter were mostly trivial matters.
After throwing the cigarette butt to the ground, the Chief of Staff bid farewell. When he reached the door, Antirrhocus called out, "Good living, the blue jacarandas of the hotown are about to blossom."
After a mont of silence, the other party softly said, "Alright."
Antirrhocus smiled, gazing into the distance.
He still rembered what Commander Helmut Mauqi said when sending him here.
"I know what we're doing, we're overthrowing a country, but we have to do this because we don't want a greedy Tiger lurking next to xico."
"If the United States remains strong, they will continuously suck our blood. The anti-drug war, which cost us hundreds of thousands of casualties to win, will co to nothing. As long as our generation endures the hardship, then in the future, our children and grandchildren won't be threatened by cri and poverty."
Antirrhocus murmured the words he said when joining the xican Workers' Party, "I am willing to fight for the country and the people, for life!"
What is this called?
This is called a plan of action, also called faith. For Antirrhocus, protecting xico is a mission.
Back then, selecting personnel to go to Salvador to serve as military police made many mid-level military officers envious...
Apart from being able to bring honor to their family, a major reason was the joy that faith brought them in warti.
Especially against drug traffickers.
After all, having been drenched by rain, one wishes to hold an umbrella for others as well.
"Captain, captain, we've found the enemy's 163rd regint headquarters!"
Just as Antirrhocus was lost in thought, a subordinate ca in excitedly saying.
"Where, where!"
Antirrhocus's eyes brightened, breathing tightened, and he ran with the subordinate to the next room.
Like a cat spotting a Rat.
...
Wuwu—
A sharp siren sounded over dellin, piercing, panicking, fearful!
People on the streets anxiously ran towards open grounds; hearing this sound, they knew...
the xican planes were coming again!
Sure enough, seven F15s burst from the cloud layer, and fourteen GM-65 "Maverick" air-to-ground missiles wildly bombarded a hospital flying the Israeli flag.
!!!!
Boom boom boom boom—
The explosion's shockwave instantly shattered the load-bearing walls, in the terrified gaze of distant onlookers...
that seven-story building collapsed with a thundering crash!
Shrouded in dense dust.
The F15s swaggered in a circle above, leaving with a stylish tail.
The orders they received were to bomb this hospital supported by the Israeli Red Cross.
Inside were the wounded of dellin and the anti-xico forces.
In December 1993, as the world still focused on the United States, Israel suddenly announced it would send care organizations to provide help to the locals in dellin.
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