Major General Otto Skorzenny patted his shoulder with satisfaction, "Well done, rest assured, your rits will not be forgotten by the general! Neither will the xican people forget!"
The other party beca excited at these words, their eyes blazing with fervor.
"Hey, Victor!"
The hostage crisis was resolved perfectly, of course it had to be broadcasted widely.
That evening, the Northern Governor’s television station said,
"The general’s soldiers defended xico with bravery, fearlessness, and blood. Victory! Long live!"
"The victory of xico belongs to Victor! It belongs to all xican people!"
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Iraq declares war on the Anti-Iraq Alliance!
Thousands of xican hostages taken.
These were the two hottest news items recently.
The latter’s perfect handling had Victor beaming with pride. While staying in the hospital, representatives from many countries ca to visit him and offered words of comfort.
Such a large-scale hostage situation without any injuries was truly worthy of being included in counter-terrorism manuals, and in the face of training requests from so small countries, Victor was quite generous.
Random visitors, free training, with food and accommodation provided!
He gained another wave of fa.
In the future, his own usurpation should also garner quite a bit of goodwill.
In the hospital room, Victor sat up. He had t a "miracle doctor" and within two days, he was sitting up straight, with all the other devices removed.
Watching the Iraqi spokesperson announce the declaration of war on TV, he chucked a cigarette into his mouth and let out a cold laugh.
1VS35!
Big brother, who the hell gave you the courage?
It must be said, sotis, so n look tough, but they lack political sensitivity; declaring war against so many, how can the Soviets help you?
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They’re already up to their necks in the Afghanistan War, they wouldn’t dare stick their necks out for you.
If you, motherfucker, manage to knock down the coalition forces of 35 countries,
I’m telling you, you’d really be making a miracle happen.
The sixth highest seat would be yours.
Can that Libyan prick even compare with you?
Of course, if you haven’t pulled it off, cough cough cough...
Then you’re a bit unlucky.
However, Victor had seen a man take on 1vs17, but these 35, tsk tsk tsk, good luck to you... wait, I’m also one of those going after you.
Crack!~
The hospital room door opened, and Victor suddenly beca tense, throwing the cigarette away.
Belsaria stood outside with a frown, "You’re smoking again, don’t you want to get better?"
Victor chuckled sheepishly, these won always like to nag their n about smoking.
"Can’t you wait until you’re out of the hospital to smoke?"
"I know, don’t worry, the doctor said I’m very healthy. Jason went to get my check-up report," Victor had just finished speaking when the intelligence chief ca in with the report.
"Co on, co on, let’s see how I’m doing," he eagerly took the report, glanced at it himself, and his eyes widened instantly. Belsaria got nervous at once, "What’s wrong?!"
She hurried over.
But Victor took the opportunity to hug her and plant a kiss on her, "Nothing!"
Belsaria’s face turned red imdiately.
Jason Bourne didn’t even bat an eye at the side.
You motherfucker! Of course the boss can do anything, even flirting with won so skillfully!
If only the balls weren’t bad, you wouldn’t be flirting like this.
No wait, there’s still the tongue...
Belsaria punched him lightly and looked up, "Victor~"
"What is it?"
"My... my brother wants to see you."
"???" Victor’s eyebrows raised.
Belsaria hurriedly explained, "I don’t know where he heard about you, but he insists on eting you."
eting the brother-in-law so soon?
But Belsaria looking for a boyfriend, the Rumsfeld family would definitely have so people with ideas.
"Of course, no problem!"
Victor said with a smile, then suddenly had a bizarre thought, "By the way, does your brother wear a bulletproof vest?"
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