Chapter 1096: Chapter 550: Isn’t the electric baton included in the per capita electricity usage?
“Haiti is in chaos now. The French went in but failed to establish effective law and order, letting gangs and drug traffickers run rampant instead.”
xico News Bureau: Augustine Przybylski stood in front of the table, speaking loudly.
anwhile, Victor was frowning, repeatedly looking at the photos in his hand.
There were French soldiers who had been killed, with their heads trampled on by gang mbers who were swaggering.
There were French Army officers being dragged by pickup trucks…
And even a French envoy who had been stripped naked and hung at the port of Port-au-Prince.
If I were De Gaulle, I could now crawl out of my coffin and challenge President François Mitterrand to a duel between n.
One-third of French n went to heaven with their saintly maiden;
One-third followed their emperor on an expedition to hell;
One-third died in the trenches of Verdun;
“Can you tell why a military camp was so easily breached?”
Augustine Przybylski raised an eyebrow, and his tone was calm, “Collusion from the inside and outside, the French found 200 prostitutes locally to join in their camp for a wild celebration of the Epiphany (L’Épiphanie), then, the won stole the French soldiers’ guns and killed the sentries…”
“…”
Sitting beside him, Casare also raised his head in astonishnt, looking at Augustine Przybylski to see if this intelligence boss was joking.
Just afraid the air would suddenly go quiet…
“France wins wars relying on won, shorties, and foreigners, useless.” Victor did not hold back his dissatisfaction, pounding the table hard.
Such an embarrassing way to die!
Thud, thud, thud—
The confidential secretary, Martin, knocked and entered, “Sir, the French envoy has arrived.”
“Let him in.”
“You go ahead and take care of things,” Victor said to Augustine Przybylski, who nodded, and before leaving, he quickly added, “Sir, our intelligence personnel in France reported seeing the French Minister of Foreign Affairs having dinner with a senior Arican CIA official.”
Victor squinted his eyes, “I see.”
As Augustine Przybylski left the office, he bumped into the entering French envoy, who looked at him but didn’t even greet him.
No manners at all.
“Good morning, Mr. Victor.” Orelieo Villa bowed slightly.
“I’m not good. When I heard you guys in Haiti got beaten by a few gang bastards like dogs, the back of my head just started buzzing!”
Victor said bluntly, “You guys still want a piece of the pie in North Arica like this? Without the Aricans, you would’ve rolled out of Haiti by yourselves.”
“I joined you with Cuba and set up the stage. When you acted yourselves, I thought you’d shine, but you ended up showing your ass and balls.”
Orelieo Villa didn’t expect to find no water or even a seat upon entering, just getting scolded right off the bat.
This was sothing the proud French couldn’t take.
We are the orthodox of Europe!
How does that saying go: Mitterrand: Summon Holy King Napoleon, summon Joan of Arc to possess , and summon Martial Emperor De Gaulle, ancestral spirits appear to sweep away the evil air.
Left hand White Heart Tricolor Flag, right hand Vajra Big Stick, Black and Green Holy Mother assist , eradicate the great Anglo-Saxon evildoers!
Divine Assistance Fist, Knight Order, only because the Anglo-Saxons are snatching US dollars; if you don’t believe it, look carefully, England and Arica are both complicating things now; ask Christ ssiah to co down, saints possess and pass on the art.
Rip high-speed rail, dismantle base stations, zero-buy aircraft carriers on the sea; Great France, terrifying enemies, English-Arican gangs cry in succession; eliminate all Anglo-Saxons, unify Frank to pacify the Jiangshan!
Europe without France is incomplete.
“Mr. Victor, this is very disrespectful to us, you should know we are having a conversation on equal terms now.”
Victor grabbed the photos and intelligence on the table and threw them over, “Equal terms, my ass, look at your performance, how can you expect to trust you?”
Orelieo Villa bent down to pick up the photos, his face turning pale and then dark. When he realized it was a “call-girls” scandal, his brain went into overdrive, and his steps beca slightly erratic.
Seeing him like this, Casare suddenly asked, “Orelieo, do you really not know what specifically happened?”
“I…”
“I haven’t received specific news yet.”
Orelieo Villa was a bit tongue-tied.
Victor burst out laughing, amused into laughter.
Casare also shook his head helplessly.
Perhaps feeling a bit humiliated, Orelieo Villa wanted to regain initiative and stiffened, “So we hope xico and Cuba will help us regain stability in Haiti.”
“Say it on your knees.”
“??? What do you an?” Orelieo Villa was stunned.
“Is this your attitude when asking for help? Idiot! Do you still keep your head up when you’re begging?”
“We are allies—”
“Ally my ass, may I ask what your Minister of Foreign Affairs and a senior Arican CIA official were talking about together? Were they discussing whose stamina lasts longer?”
Victor directly ripped off the mask of hypocrisy, with a sinister look in his eyes, “Or are you waiting for the price, preparing to backstab us on the battlefield?”
Orelieo Villa was suddenly panicked upon hearing these words.
“I don’t know, I…”
Before finishing his sentence, Victor grabbed the ashtray beside him.
“Boss, boss, no need, no need!” Casare quickly stood up and held Victor’s shoulder down.
“We are civilized people, civilized people.”
Victor took a deep breath, realizing his temper was too short.
Orelieo Villa didn’t realize he had just taken a trip to the gates of hell, if that had been smashed down, he’d be seriously injured if not dead.
“You want us to help you, no problem, three conditions.”
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