Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 474 Do you dare to bet that there are no bullets in my gun? !

Nuke Wall Street!
Grass!
When Victor announced this, use one word to describe the mentality of the rich.

RNM!

Why are you attacking the United States and Wall Street?
America is America, and the rich are the rich. As long as you promise to protect our lives and property, we can also say, "Long live Victor."

We can also believe in GCism!
In front of the Bank of America on Wall Street, there gathered a large number of people who were neatly dressed and looked like middle class people.

Common name: a little B money!
At this time, they looked angry, shouted loudly, waved the deposit certificates in their hands, and demanded that the bank open.

They want to withdraw money and then... run away.

In other words, a bank run is happening!

The top executives of Bank of America are very anxious. If the issue is not handled properly, it will lower the company's reputation, which will naturally reduce the deposit share.

"Open the door! Open the door! Open the door!"

"We need to withdraw money, CNM, Damien Whiteman, open the door!!"

Some people have started to pick up rocks from somewhere and throw them at the windows, but they are all bulletproof...

How is it possible to break it open?

And Damian Whiteman, who was on the top floor of the Bank of America on Wall Street, was almost getting angry.

He is the manager here, 33 years old. He can sit in this position at this age, so he must have the ability, but he is now anxious.

"Sir..." The subordinate ran into the office.

"How is it? What does Citibank say?"

Damien Whiteman asked hurriedly.

The subordinate looked miserable and shook his head. "Citibank was also squeezed. Even...even the money transport truck was pushed. There was violence!"

"The 3000 million U.S. dollars inside was looted!"

When the other party heard this, his feet suddenly staggered. Violent behavior?
Of course he understood what it meant. According to the American nature, they would definitely take advantage of the situation to rob...

There are robbers on Wall Street, too.

"Where are the police? Where is the National Guard?!" Damian Whiteman asked loudly.

My subordinates are about to cry...

"A police officer from the Wall Street Police Station opened fire and...was beaten to death!"

thug!

The two words suddenly popped up in his mind, and Damien fell into the chair with a pale face.

He can call the shots in the financial industry, but what about others who are involved in "physics"?
finally…

Americans have experienced the harm caused by violence.

"Sir, please think of a solution quickly. If this continues, we will all be doomed."

"Shout, shout, shout! How should I know there is any way? Damn the US government, damn Victor! Damn the Mexicans!!"

Damien Whiteman was furious.

boom!
Suddenly, an explosion sounded, and the entire Bank of America building shook slightly.

? ! ! ?
"Manager, manager..." An employee outside the door rushed in in panic. When he reached the door, he tripped and fell to his knees, then crawled into the office using his hands and feet in a panic.

A mixture of snot and tears.

This…

Can you imagine seeing this happen to a financial elite?
"It blew up... The bank door was blown up. The people who were trying to run the bank got some explosives from somewhere and blew up the door directly." The employee's tone was filled with fear. "Hundreds of people are rushing in!"

It’s over!
The sound was so loud that everyone in the office heard it clearly. Their faces turned pale, and then...

They all fled for their lives!

Who knows if those people who rush up will do anything wrong. No, no, we can't stay here.

Damien Whiteman's eyes are dull...

He kept repeating, "Why? Why is there a bomb?"

Who knows?

maybe…

Picked up from the sewer?

Thank you, this gift from nature, Americans are so rich that they can even find bombs in the sewers.

His trusted subordinates dragged Damian Whiteman to both sides and escaped, which was considered a loyal and righteous act.

First floor, second floor...

Everything was smashed and in a mess. Even the money tree was pulled out.

The only safe thing is the treasury...

That thing can even protect against atomic bombs, right?
The riot was spreading, and the panic even reached New York City. After all, if Victor really lost his weapon, no one would be safe!

Order is rapidly breaking down.

But the US top leaders have no time to deal with this, and they are also overwhelmed now.

Chief of Staff Angel Ureña hadn't had a sip of water all day as calls kept coming in.

Wall Street capitalists are exerting pressure.

"You want to see Wall Street bombed into ruins? Idiot! Truce, I say truce!!"

The voice on the other end of the line was from Jace Mellon, the boss of the Mellon Group. He was rude...

He was on vacation abroad when he heard that Victor asked the United States to negotiate, otherwise he would blow up Wall Street. He was so scared that his face turned pale and his heart went limp...

A direct phone call came.

Angel Ureña was scolded harshly, but he didn't dare to fight back. When Clinton was running for election, the other party offered 600 million US dollars.

Perhaps because he was tired of cursing for a few minutes, Jace Mellon took a deep breath and said, "You have to understand, Angel, if there is no safe environment, capital will flee. At that time, the dollar hegemony system will collapse. Do you understand what I mean?"

Of course Ángel Ureña knows!
Capital is the most selfish, evil and realistic. Why can the United States develop so fast?
In addition to the existing system, isn't it the reliance on powerful military force that provides protection for the layout of capital around the world?

Why don’t you let African countries try to make global capital arrangements?

I won’t let you die!
Of course, this is limited to most countries. In India, the United States? Even if Jesus comes, he will be killed.

"Give us some time, Jace."

"Three days! If the problem is not solved within three days, I will start to move my assets abroad."

Although the remaining seven days are not enough, it can reduce a lot of losses.

When Angel Ureña heard the other party's words of coercion, he had to say thank you.

After hanging up the phone, he immediately unplugged the phone line...

I can't stand it anymore!

He was afraid that his mother couldn't bear it.

I was greeted dozens of times a day...

He was also very confused now, but he rubbed his face hard, forced himself to be alert, and was about to call Charles Grassley, the Senate Speaker.

Negotiations also need to be decided through meetings.

But he felt a headache when he thought about voting. Waiting for the proposal, then the verbal abuse, followed by the fighting, and then the final decision. Ten days?

Half a month is not enough.

The efficiency within the United States is terribly slow.

On the contrary, corruption and smuggling happen very quickly.

When Angel Ureña was hesitating, the private phone on the table rang.

He shuddered, hesitated, and picked up the phone, "Hello."

"I'm Richie, Mr. Clinton wants to talk to you." The private bodyguard on the other side spoke in a low voice.

Then Clinton's voice was heard, "Angel."

"I'm here."

"We must negotiate and stop the war. The United States...cannot gamble." Angel Ureña was silent for a moment, "The Senate..."

"With the whole country on alert, I have the final say. I appoint you as the ambassador with full authority. You must put out the flames of war."

"What if the Mexicans are asking for too much? What if they want us to return the Mexican territory we had in 1840?"

In fact, this is what I am most afraid of. How can the Americans return the things they have stolen?

Wouldn't that mean the whole world would look down on us?
Although…

It has lost face now, but that is land, and many states are economically highly developed areas.

"Cough cough cough..."

Clinton coughed a few times on the other end, "No!"

"100 years is enough to change several generations. There are no people in New Mexico and Texas who are loyal to Mexico. If they are forced to merge, it will cause internal shocks. Victor...is not that kind of person."

Angel Ureña thought about it and thought, "It's true. It's like if you live in Beijing and suddenly your family moves to Ningbo. Ningbo doesn't know about it, right?" (Author here) Do you think you can be willing to do that?
Moreover, after World War II, the economy and technology have developed rapidly, and the obsession with land is no longer so strong. It is unlikely that Victor will take back the land.

But the more this happens...

The more stressful it is.

He is a smart man. He does not think this position is noble. Instead, he finds it difficult. If... it triggers a public opinion crisis, will he be okay?

Clinton has had a personal relationship with him for decades, so he certainly understands that whoever negotiates is the sinner of the United States!

"Angel, I don't trust anyone else. You and Richie are the only ones around me. Don't worry, after the negotiations are over, I will take responsibility for any problems you encounter. When I recover from my illness, I will let you serve as the Speaker of the Senate!"

"Help…"

Clinton's tone was filled with pleading and promise.

Senate President? ! ! !

Angel Ureña was in high spirits. He believed the other party's words without a doubt and was usually a very trustworthy person.

Coupled with Clinton's plea, he felt a little sad. After a moment of silence, he nodded in agreement.

"I…I try to maintain the interests of the United States."

Clinton smiled with satisfaction, "Thank you!"

After the call ended, the chief of staff leaned back, lying there with his eyes blankly in thought. God knows what he was thinking.

And in Washington Hospital.

After Clinton asked Richie to go out, he wrapped himself in the quilt. Suddenly, a sound that was not sure whether it was crying or laughing came from inside.

He probably thought his voice was too loud, so he covered his mouth!

There was ferocity in his eyes.

He...actually he could get out of bed, but he didn't want to take responsibility. If he entered the White House, wouldn't he be the one to take the blame?

Push Angel Ureña out. If something happens, push him out!

Decades of personal friendship?

Pooh!
I'm the President, I can't be wrong!
There was another thing that made him want to laugh, which was that he and his wife were killed in the explosion. Every time he thought about it, he wanted to laugh. Finally, no one could point at him and call him incompetent.

Clinton is a man!

Every time he cheated, Diane would bring people to catch him, and every time she would point at his nose and scold him, which made him very dissatisfied.

Well, now that he is dead, no one can stop him from having an affair.

Even when he was discharged from the hospital, he had thought it through. He pretended to be a family member of a victim and talked about it on TV: "My family sacrificed for the United States, and I am ready too!"

That will definitely attract a lot of sympathy from people, and my support rate will definitely increase.

"Giggle cluck..."

In the cold and gloomy ward, a sewer rat was peeking and smiling cunningly.

……

At this time, Victor was also a "hot topic".

He also received calls from many people.

Brazil and Venezuela, the traditional "anti-drug alliance", called him, and many people in Africa and Latin America also contacted him, but the funny thing is, no one tried to persuade him to calm down.

instead…

As if he couldn't wait for him to blow up towards Wall Street.

They're a bunch of bastards who take pleasure in other people's misfortune.

What he cared about most was the call from Fidel of Cuba. The two talked for nearly two hours, and the other party kept praising Victor, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

“I hope we can be more united.”

"Of course, no problem. Only by uniting together can we help ordinary people to become rich despite the oppression of capital."

Field smiled and suddenly said, "That would be the best. We also hope that you can help us develop weapon X..."

???

Victor was startled when he heard this, then he smiled again, laughed it off, and said perfunctorily, "We are happy to help Cuba win in the face of capitalist oppression, but unfortunately, I'm afraid we can't help you with this, because these are not made by us at all."

"Mexico doesn't have that capability."

Field frowned. He actually had the answer in his mind. Mexico is so close to the United States. If you have a reactor or experiment, you would have been discovered long ago.

Can it hide for that long?

He doesn't believe it!

Then we can only get it from a third party, so where is the chance?

Soviet Union!

I have heard that Mexico obtained a lot of talents and weapons from the Soviet Union. Could it be that X weapons were among them?
No way…

Did the Soviets really sell everything?
Prodigal!

What a fucking spendthrift!

Come to me, I'll give you a better price.

And I'm sure they sold more than one...

As for how many there are, we can only guess from outside.

Victor was thinking along these lines. Some of what he said to Field would definitely get out. There are many people in Cuba who sympathize with the United States...

As long as the news gets out, many countries around the world will speculate, and Victor is betting with them: do you believe that I still have X-weapons?

Americans don’t dare to gamble, European and American bandits don’t dare to gamble…

Half the words are said, and the rest is left for you to guess.

Field didn't ask any more questions about this matter. He also sensed the perfunctory tone in Victor's voice and understood...

In the Latin American region, Mexico has become a defender of interests just like the United States!
The identity has changed!

If any country were to announce its research and development, perhaps you would even see two countries forming a coalition to give it a beating.

Sighing in his heart, Field only hoped that Victor would not turn from a dragon slayer into a vicious dragon!
"And one more thing."

"Please say."

"The United Nations will organize a meeting between the United States and Mexico, hoping to reach an agreement and curb the war."

"The Secretary-General, Mr. Boutros-Ghali, has entrusted us to ask you questions. If you agree, they will contact you directly."

Victor: "Of course, we abide by the laws of the United Nations, and we are willing to give them this face."

Field nodded in agreement. He also admired Victor's character. He was very calm and did not get lost or arrogant because of a little advantage he had gained. This was very good for a "leader".

Just go there with the purpose in mind.

"If ten days are not up, will you really throw weapons at Wall Street?" he suddenly asked.

Victor paused and said meaningfully:

“Only ten days later did I know the answer.”

……

(End of this chapter)