This sounds like a joke, but when you think about it carefully, it’s actually pretty sad.
The United States is just a country bound by capital. Patriotism? Who’s going to love it? It’s all just for the sake of maintaining their own interests, even military conscription needs yellow advertisents. A person like Forest Gan...
simply couldn’t exist!
"Let him go."
After Stanfield Turner gulped down his coffee, he crumpled the cup into a ball and tossed it into the trash can, "Have soone keep an eye on him."
"Understood!"
After being detained for over a dozen hours, Forest Gan was released. When he walked out of the police station, many people gathered outside, cheering and waving their arms as they saw him erge.
And the mbers of the Blue Gold Society rushed up to wrap their boss in his coat.
"Comrades!" Forest Gan raised his hands, and as he pressed them down, the noisy scene suddenly quieted down.
"We!"
"Are striving to make Arica great again!"
Howl!!
The crowd boiled over once more upon hearing these words.
"Forest Gan..."
Soone in the crowd began shouting, and gradually, more and more people joined in.
For the first ti, Forest Gan’s na reverberated to the skies!
Stanfield Turner watched this scene from the top floor, squinting his eyes and glancing over, "An activist?"
"An activist, but still serving capital, huh!"
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The United States was in a stir, while at that ti, its neighbor xico was extrely repressed!
Because it was ti to broadcast the execution of El ncho live!
January 8th.
It was Victor’s birthday.
He turned 30.
Celebrating with the head of a major xican drug lord.
The whole country was given a day off to watch the broadcast.
If anyone had to work, they’d be paid triple for the day.
From eight in the morning, the cara was aid at Tijuana Prison, where three jail guards with skull masks marched to the innermost cell, inside which El ncho could be seen huddled up, seeming... starved and emaciated!
The door opened, two jail guards strode over, grabbed him by both sides, and were about to drag him out when El ncho suddenly lifted his head, "Don’t kill ... don’t kill ... one billion dollars, I’ll pay for my life with money. Victor... no, Governor, don’t you want money..."
"Shut up!" shouted the jail guard in the middle, delivering a kick to his face, and a bone-crunching crack could be heard as his face seed to cave in.
El ncho’s chest heaved rapidly as his body trembled.
"Drag him away!"
This was a global broadcast, aning if you wanted to watch, you had to pay the licensing fee, and, not to ntion, the na El ncho was worth a fair amount of money.
More than 30 countries around the world purchased the broadcasting rights, with the wealthiest being in Asia. Singapore and South Korea paid the highest price, reaching three million dollars!
Just the broadcasting inco reached an astounding 20 million dollars.
Tsk tsk tsk...
El ncho, this dumbass, if in the future the execution is "Victor," wouldn’t that be explosive?
El ncho was hauled onto a police vehicle, given fairly good treatnt by the Governor’s Mansion, with armored vehicles leading the way, three Mi-8 helicopters escorting from above, the road cleared, and over 4000 soldiers alerting the entire city!
One billion dollars, soone would always be tempted.
When the detainee convoy passed by Tijuana Business Plaza, over twenty Humvees waiting at the intersection joined the convoy, with the fully ard Northern Army lifting heavy machine guns and vigilantly watching the surroundings.
Inside a two-story building on the edge of the plaza, seven or eight n watched the scene tensely.
"Boss, are we still going to do it?" a bald-headed man nervously asked.
They belonged to a private rcenary company and initially didn’t plan to get involved, but one billion dollars!!!!!
They couldn’t help but co "to take a look."
The boss was silent for a mont, then shook his head, "Give it up."
The brothers all heaved a sigh of relief. They were rcenaries, not kamikazes. What kind of rcenary could take on the regular army face to face? How many bullets could you bear?
Could you survive cannon fire?
Most importantly, even if by so luck they rescued El ncho, could they leave safely?
Just consider it...
Attending a "drug lord" etup.
After the convoy made a round around the main urban area of Tijuana, it drove into the new execution grounds at ten o’clock in the morning. Many international TV presenters instantly perked up.
Singapore: This ti, the thod for executing the big drug trafficker El ncho is... an ant nest? A particularly xican invention, which involves saring El ncho’s body with honey, then dropping him into a pit three ters deep and two ters wide filled with over 15,000 South Arican bullhorn crazy ants...
South Korea: Ah shibal! Victor is as brutal as Quan Xiaojiang, such an inhumane act is simply disgusting!
Thailand...
Cambodia...
When El ncho was dragged out, he pissed himself!
Urinated in fright in front of the whole world!
"I want to see Victor! I want to see Victor!!"
"Jalisco New Generation can surrender! I can make them surrender! Victor, spare my life! You don’t want to start a war, it will kill even more people," he cried out, throwing all cards he could play before his death.
Thump, thump...
The sound of hastened footsteps approached as a colonel ran over. El ncho looked at him with bloodshot eyes filled with hope.
"The Governor says, ’Kill!’"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The Northern Army loudly chanted, and El ncho fell to the ground. Soldiers dragged him by both sides to the pit.
"Victor! Governor! Sir! General! General! General!" El ncho’s exclamations changed rapidly.
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