Chapter 803: Chapter 438: Inheriting the Legacy!_2
Look at those capitalists panicking, but do they dare to start a war?
No, they don’t!
Because the missiles are really close.
“Hold a press conference, strongly condemn this behavior that disregards regional peace, and demand a response from xico.”
“Yes, sir!”
An hour later, The Pentagon and the Canadian side both issued stern accusations, demanding an explanation from xico. But the funny thing is—
The Pentagon called for regional restraint!
Telling xico not to be a sinner in history.
Facing accusations from its two North Arican neighbors, the xican Military’s response was simple…
“It was an accidental launch!”
They couldn’t even be bothered to co up with a proper excuse.
This was retaliation for the previous “accidental launch on Tijuana” incident. No matter how much ti had passed, Victor, with his grudges, still rembered it clearly.
The global situation suddenly beca perplexing and unpredictable.
A lot of people sat back, waiting for the show to unfold…
anwhile, the rich in the United States started building underground bunkers. Preparing for World War III?
In just a few short days…
The events unfolding were more thrilling than what most people would experience in their entire lives.
“Relax, it won’t escalate into a fight.”
Victor sat in his office, playing “Final Fantasy 4,” the latest global sensation. His gaze was fixed on the computer screen, and as he spoke, his mouse moved incessantly.
“I can already sll the gunpowder in the air,” Casare said while swallowing nervously.
“Imperialist hegemony is nothing but a paper tiger. Don’t be fooled by their loud barking; they wouldn’t dare risk it all to fight us. They’re too wealthy for that. Would a landlord really get into a life-or-death brawl with a poor man?”
The United States was indeed caught in a dilemma right now…
How do you deal with xico? What can you even do?
They simply won’t listen to you. Attack them? Maybe they can’t beat you, but you wouldn’t co out unscathed either. Victor had said it more than once: “If the United States invades xico, millions of xicans will storm into Texas and reclaim what’s rightfully ours.”
This kind of ho-swapping tactic—back then, it was the Soviet Union that bit the dust, and now it’s the United States’ turn to have a headache.
But if they choose to ignore xico…
With 130 million people and the 14th largest landmass in the world, it’s a painful thorn for the United States.
They can’t really beat them, and they can’t just curse at them either. So, what can they do?
At most, they’ll just let it slide.
Or resort to other tactics, like ideological infiltration or attempting to crumble Victor’s regi from within.
Dirty tricks?
Do you think Victor is a saint?
Even Satan himself would walk in and say, “Oh, fuck.”
The missile firing was just a warning to other allies to stay out of it—this is between and the Yanks.
“Here’s so CIA intel delivered by Hydra; you might want to take a look.” Victor gestured at a stack of docunts casually placed on the desk.
Casare raised an eyebrow, picked it up, and skimd over it.
It read: The CIA has not received any direct orders concerning xico at the mont. However, it’s highly likely the United States will not initiate a war but instead impose economic sanctions.
“There are only two ways to fight a war—people or money. I’ll admit the Yanks are formidable. The gap between us is huge. Therefore, I think we need to form alliances.”
“Cuba has the world’s most advanced healthcare system and pharmaceutical production, Venezuela has oil, and we have burgeoning light industries. We can supply them with new seeds and send agricultural experts to assist. As long as we achieve self-sufficiency, the United States’ economic sanctions will beco nothing but a joke to us.”
There was one thing Victor didn’t say…
The Soviet Union’s fall doesn’t an the East is without hope. The idealistic Rabbit is poised for new economic takeoff, and when Big Bear assus the role of head of the family, looking at the deceased old man, what will it do?
If they haven’t figured it out, doesn’t Victor already know how the future will unfold?
From the Cold War to a three-party standoff.
With enough ti, xico’s ideals will fully blossom.
Victor squinted as he maneuvered in the ga, slaying the final boss, then lifted his head in satisfaction and put a cigarette in his mouth.
“So many people in this world live without dignity. They bow and scrape, flatter and fawn—for what? Isn’t it just for three als a day? When the Aricans co, they’ll stand above them, toss down a piece of stale bread, and tell them to fight amongst themselves. Then, people will scramble for it, clawing at each other over a few dollars.”
“One says ten bucks a day, another says eight bucks a day—but they don’t realize… those at the top are overlooking the chaos below with disdain.”
“So, Casare…”
“We must understand our foundation—it’s the farrs, the workers, and the nearly 90 million impoverished people. As long as we secure their support, no one can overturn us.”
Casare listened in silence, as if a layer of his skin had been peeled away.
No wonder…
When land reforms reached the xican farrs, their intense excitent was unforgettable. They chanted Victor’s na with fervor!
So this was…
The power of winning people’s hearts.
“Cuauhtémoc has already laid out the next phase of plans, which can be released gradually over the next two days. anwhile, the dical cooperation with Cuba has also been finalized. Announce it to the public at the appropriate ti.”
“When people realize we stand alongside Castro, they’ll understand—we’re not fighting alone.”
Victor flicked ash from his cigarette into the ashtray and looked up. “You might think I’m in a rush to announce our ideological shift at this ti, right?”
“A little, yeah,” Casare said with an awkward smile. “We could probably wait and do it later.”
“This kind of thing is better done sooner rather than later. Right now, we’re reclaiming xico, taking it back from the drug traffickers. We have the chance to reshape the nation’s spirit. At the sa ti, in chaotic tis, harsh asures are justified. No one can criticize us for it. But if we wait until the drug traffickers are eliminated, then employ our thods, it’ll look like nothing but personal vendettas.”
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