A certain Wei in his past life must have been surnad Lu, given na Bu, styled Stab-in-the-Ass!
However, he might be able to endure.
"This is just speculation, don’t talk recklessly," he glanced at Jason Bourne and said.
Of course, the latter understood that while you can eat whatever you want and at most get diarrhea, you can’t just say anything you want, it could get soone killed!
Many things that seem shady to you actually have the CIA in the background.
For example, Kennedy’s assassination!
And the famous "Maddox incident" was actually just Lyndon Johnson’s excuse to send troops to Vietnam.
This ti, the cargo plane "preparing" to crash into major dostic targets in the United States seed more like a repeat of the "Northwoods Operation"!
The plan included: innocent Aricans being shot on the streets, boats carrying refugees fleeing from Cuba sinking in international waters. A wave of violent terrorism would be launched in Washington D.C., Miami, and other places, people frad for bombings they didn’t commit, airplanes hijacked.
It was ant to be used as a pretext for sending troops to Cuba back then, but it wasn’t approved in the end.
"Let’s keep a close eye on the CIA, I’m afraid, I’m afraid while I sleep, soone will be persuaded to chop off my head," Victor’s expression was dark.
"Those Yank sons of bitches, they won’t let continue to grow like this, they don’t want their dogs to beco a threat to them!"
"If those anti-governnt militias within xico didn’t have CIA support, could they recover so quickly?"
"Fuck TMDB!"
The room was filled with only his cursing.
"Sir, Asmir Ward is here," Miss Krista Schroeder said in a low voice.
Victor’s mouth was still venomous, "His leg moves as fast as a high hooker from his momma!"
"Let him in."
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Krista Schroeder automatically ignored Victor’s swearing and invited Asmir Ward in from outside.
"OMG!"
"Mr. Asmir, how are things? I heard on the news that a cargo plane attacked inside the United States? Were there any casualties?"
"Damn it! Those Iraqis, such despicable tactics are simply outrageous!"
Asmir Ward was startled.
Miss Krista Schroeder kept a poker face, but if you looked closely, you could see her calf tensed, obviously fiddling with her shoe.
Jason Bourne looked up with a sowhat vacant stare.
If Lu Bu of the past was as fickle as him, maybe he wouldn’t have been stabbed.
Watching Victor closely, Asmir Ward noticed a clarity in the other’s eyes as if he spoke from the heart just a mont ago.
But he didn’t believe it!
Do politicians have any integrity?
A beast in sheep’s clothing is also essentially a beast.
"Arica needs you, Victor."
"With pleasure!" Victor agreed cheerfully.
"Urge your troops to enter Kuwaiti territory rapidly, and reach the military base before October 1st."
Was war imminent?
That was Victor’s first thought, his heart pounding.
Whether he could get a slice of the action depended on how tight he clung to the right thighs.
"Also, the White House hopes to complete a military aid package of $2.5 billion within three days, Mr. Bush asked to inquire when the money can be transferred."
Asmir Ward said this without turning red or losing his breath, not embarrassed in the slightest.
"Anyti!"
"Have soone tell my secretary where to receive the funds, I’ll sign right now this mont and have the bank transfer the money directly."
Having his own banks, the "Hope" group controlled three "banks" and the currency circulation in the north of xico, fiercely clutching the purse strings. You want a revolution?
Rember to get a loan!
Then give them a nineteen percent interest rate, even if you want to overthrow Victor’s regi, rember the interest you owe.
As long as the money is with , many problems can be spared.
To consolidate Victor’s rule, so things can’t just be done with weapons. Why, in the African ta, can a jungler go alone and destroy the crystal.
But in the end, he suffered a violent death.
Because his economy was weak, you see, if he was full build, who could beat him? To put it plainly, they underestimated the role of the economy.
It’s also understandable, given the brain capacity of African warlords; it’s hard enough to make them count how many n they have under their command.
Victor also planned to take over the printing rights from the Central Bank of xico in due ti.
Then they’ll print Victor’s face on the money!
I, Victor, who annihilates the Tijuana Cartel in the west, suppresses Sinaloa in the north, and protects the facade of the National Palace of xico in the south, if my face isn’t printed on the currency, who else has the right?
If this were the past, not to speak of creating heaven and earth, there are also the labors of reviving the "Aztec" Empire.
Would it be too much to add a little influence to myself?
"And on the military aid?" Victor also directly inquired.
Business is business.
"Seven C-130 ’Hercules’ will carry the first installnt of more than $600 million in aid to Sonora Military Airport, and will also transport your soldiers to Kuwait."
"That’ll do!"
"The Iraqis have completely disregarded the peace treaty and brazenly waged war, such a shaful act must be t with a lesson," Asmir Ward said with moral indignation.
Victor nodded like a pecking chicken, acting like a boss who directs as commanded.
Yes, yes, you’re right!
They’re all bloody actors!
After a brief chat, the visitor left. Victor picked up the half-smoked cigar beside him and continued smoking.
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