Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1134: 561: Poaching, Dig Hard!

Chapter 1134: Chapter 561: Poaching, Dig Hard!

“What! Nine-one!!!”

Ye Zhenli slamd the table forcefully and stood up, glaring angrily at the fellow across from him wearing the Brigadier General insignia.

Beside him, Ye Jinghua, not understanding English, also stood up, glaring fiercely with his bulging eyes.

“Please calm down, Ye, this is The Pentagon, not the Surina wilderness.” The Brigadier General calmly looked at him and said.

Ye Zhenli had actually expected the military reception to not be too high-profile, but a Brigadier General?

There are nearly 400 brigadier generals in the United States.

And it’s in a rather secluded eting room at The Pentagon, without even any refreshnts.

Arican arrogance is engraved in the bones.

“You must understand that without you, we can still do it. We just don’t want to make it so ugly.”

The Brigadier General placed his hand on the chair, “It’s not you giving us the opportunity to cooperate, it’s us giving you the opportunity.”

“With our support, you can use any network channels, earning way more than you do at least, ten percent is already very, very generous to you.”

Ye Zhenli had seen shaless people before, and backstabbing practices many tis, but this kind of backstabbing while requiring you to kneel and say thank you is outrageous.

What an absolute shalessness!

But the angrier he got, the calr he beca. Ye Zhenli patted his cousin’s shoulder and then slowly sat down, still looking quite upset.

The Brigadier General saw him like this, dismissively pushing the docunts on the table towards him, “If you look at this point, we’ll purchase annually for military consumption, it’s an exclusive business.”

“The military needs drugs?” Ye Zhenli taunted, “Then your combat effectiveness must be formidable.”

The opponent seed not to notice his sarcasm and proudly said, “The U.S. Military is invincible.”

Mr. Ye almost remarked, then why sign an unequal treaty with xico?

Afraid of provoking the other side, he stayed silent.

“The U.S. Military internally requires a large amount of painkillers.”

Hmm, change the na, and it’s different, like the U.S. swimming team, doping until faces turned purple, and they claid they had asthma needing dication.

In making excuses, though civilizations differ, the process and aim are the sa—just for money.

Maybe not long later…

Hell No. 2 might even beco lunch in primary and secondary schools, who knows.

Bottom line…

In Arica, it’s utterly bottomless!

The Brigadier General was about to explain further when suddenly, the eting room door was pushed open fiercely, and a Captain rushed in with a terrified expression, “eting, ergency eting!”

The Brigadier General froze, imdiately stood up, and impatiently said to Ye Zhenli, “You can take a look first.”

Urgently he stood up and walked outward, loudly asking, “What happened!”

He vaguely heard so keywords—President Mountain, airplane, impact, Lincoln sculpture sothing.

Could soone really crash a plane into a mountain?

What a joke.

“Big Brother, what’s the Arican talking about?” Ye Jinghua asked beside him.

Ye Zhenli explained the contract briefly, originally thinking his cousin might be very angry but found him frowning deeply instead.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking about whether we make ten tis more ourselves or follow them to earn over ten percent.”

This did stump Ye Zhenli for a mont, internally calculating, thinking following the U.S. Military’s global layout to sell drugs, even if local drug markets are suppressed, he’d at least earn more than he would alone.

“Brother, brother…”

Ye Jinghua suddenly tugged on him urgently, Ye Zhenli turned and saw a terrified look in his cousin’s eyes, who lifted his hand to point outside the window.

“What?”

He turned his head to look, pupils constricting suddenly.

He saw a plane heading straight toward The Pentagon!

“Run!!!!”

He grabbed Ye Jinghua and spun around to run, and in the corridor, many others were screaming and scrambling, having evidently noticed the sa scene.

Just descended the stairs to the next floor, barely stood when felt the entire building shaking, followed by a violent explosion sound.

And outside The Pentagon, in the police car on duty.

The officer just took out a hamburger when he saw a shocking scene, a Piper PA-44 crashing heavily into a corner of The Pentagon, instantly exploding, then igniting into fierce flas.

Gulp~

He swallowed the hamburger in his mouth and picked up the radio, “Headquarters, headquarters, this is Johnson. There’s been a plane crash explosion at The Pentagon, requesting fire departnt and support!”

…

“We interrupt with an urgent report, a Falcon 900 plane has crashed into President Mountain, causing a fire onsite. No casualty reports yet, but the presidential sculpture has shattered into pieces.”

The television news anchor said with a grave expression, taking a deep breath, and began to report.

In the broadcast picture, President Mountain was seen burning, the cordon was up, but faintly visible, Washington’s forehead was gone, Lincoln’s nose broken, Johnson’s head blown off…

Black Panther Party leader Eldridge Cleaver in his villa watching the scene on TV, eyes wide open.

“In addition, another Piper PA-44 has crashed into The Pentagon, reportedly causing 2 deaths and over 20 injuries currently, reporters are calling the Departnt of Defense, no one is answering.”

“Where’s Casimir, get him over here quickly.” Eldridge Cleaver shouted loudly, his subordinate outside responded quickly, then ran to find him.

After about ten minutes, when he’d almost grown impatient, finally soone ca.