Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 526 - 338: Unconditional Surrender? What? You Want C

Horatio Herbert Kitchener nodded solemnly, "Yes!"

He was about to leave when he seed to think of sothing and stopped in his tracks, "General, Saddam has surrendered."

Victor’s hand paused, and then he scoffed with disdain, "I thought he was formidable, but he’s just a coward. I thought he would dare to take up arms and fight the U.S. Military on the front lines."

Perhaps he would have dared twenty or thirty years ago, but now, Saddam had aged and lost that bravery.

"The ceasefire agreent will be signed in April, and negotiations are still underway, General. Should we stir up so trouble?" Chief of Staff General Horatio, squinting his eyes, said sinisterly, "When they sign the ceasefire agreent, let’s blow them all to hell!"

Damn, there must be sothing wrong with the feng shui in Northern xico.

Such a gentlemanly person, now full of violence.

"Saddam has had his backbone broken this ti. Even if you disrupt the scene, it won’t be long before he has to surrender. Don’t worry about it. I can’t stand seeing civilians displaced. The world would be better off with more people who love peace like ."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener’s eyelids twitched.

If we had more people like you, General, The Hague would turn into ruins!

In 1990, when Victor took up the banner of drug prohibition, many cheered that he could win the Nobel Peace Prize, and many xican writers even stepped down to help and support him.

But, after falling out with the United States, everything changed.

Europe and Arica, they don’t like soone who goes against them.

Think about it, the President of the United States can win a peace prize, which is absolutely shaless.

"Our people in Sparta also have intelligence coming in; Uday has been released and is out racing. He has told his confidants and friends several tis that he wants… wants..."

"Wants to kill ?" Victor said, laughing.

"Yes."

"Just a spoiled brat living off his father’s minimal capabilities, not worth public attention, let him shut up."

"Wait!"

Victor suddenly had a thought, "Do you think Uday still has ambitions for Saddam’s position?"

He crossed his arms, his fingers lightly tapping, "I’m kind of interested in seeing the two brothers kill each other."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener imdiately understood; work could be done around these two.

Best if those two fought!

Why?

If you ask why, seriously, you must be on drugs!

More tactfully, if you offend Victor, do you still expect your family to enjoy their later years?

You’d all be dead!

The two discussed in the office, and after more than an hour, General Chief of Staff ca out, just in ti to see Augustine Przybylski from the Intelligence Bureau hurriedly coming over, and after exchanging greetings, he eagerly knocked and entered Victor’s office.

Horatio Herbert Kitchener turned around in surprise, wondering what had happened this ti?

"You an, soone from the Soviet Union contacted you through the West German KGB, wanting to discuss so business with us?"

"What exactly?"

Augustine Przybylski frowned, "The KGB didn’t tell who it is, but their rank must be high, one of the few who can command them. From our internal speculation and intelligence analysis, perhaps... soone hopes to win us over to fight their enemies."

"The Soviet Union won’t last long, at most a year!" He said with conviction.

Knowing the dostic situation in the Soviet Union, one understands what is happening now!

Social contradictions are pronounced, the military lacks combat effectiveness, it’s like a ragtag army!

Oligarchs rise, gangs dominate, and the populace suffers imnsely!

It’s truly a case of corpses freezing on the roads while the rich indulge in wine and at.

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All sorts of monsters and demons are starting to pounce, aiming to suck the last drop of blood from the Soviet Union.

Those who haven’t experienced it may not understand this state from just reading about it, to put it simply.

Even Jesus would have to bribe his way past.

If Kennedy went, both his heads would be smashed.

Hearing Augustine Przybylski’s words, Victor suddenly rembered sothing extrely important.

"The struggle of the eight kings!"

He glanced at the calendar on the wall, noting it was March 2nd.

That ant the decisive political coup was still five months away.

Victor frowned; he did not want to get involved in this ss, being dragged down by others was not ideal, but he could also take advantage of it.

"Go et with them, agree to any requests they make, but tell them we want support in heavy industry, preferably send so experts and engineers from the military industry to help us, around 400 people. We are willing to pay their salaries, and also, ask for more production lines!"

"And whatever they want us to do, just stall!"

"We must take advantage, but internal strife, we shall not partake."

Actually, since the beginning of 1991, Victor had been planning with Casare, Best, and other elders, for instance... following India’s lead, using shell companies, corrupting so bank officials to approve large amounts of Rubles, then swapping them for US Dollars on the Black Market, with an agreent to repay within ten years.

The repaynt would still be in Rubles!

Of course, he was not playing alone; Best had been in the Soviet Union for a long ti, had nurous connections—oligarchs, military, local governnts—relationships were quite complex.

They also used these relationships to extensively acquire blueprints, weaponry, and talent.

There were so achievents, like the NK32 afterburning turbofan engine blueprints, which Victor spent a million US dollars to acquire!