Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 556 I have a friend who can fly a plane——

Oakland, California.

One of the most violent cities in the United States, with a high crime rate.

Especially after Victor launched the war on drugs, this city near the Mexican border went completely crazy.

A typical no-man's land.

Drug dealers, local biker gangs and other violence lovers have turned this place into their so-called paradise.

The most important thing is that the US government here has long been out of control, and the military organization active here is called the Black Panther Party!

Their headquarters is located here.

They were active here from its formation in October 1966 by Huey Newton and Bobby Seale until its disbandment in 10.

The current leader, Eldridge Cleaver, is the former propaganda minister. He certainly hopes to come to the "holy land" of the organization to continue its development.

Even after responding to the Bramo armed uprising, he said on television more than once that he wanted to establish a "black empire."

To put it simply, the Black Panther Party is not socialist in nature, but rather... black radicalism, a very narrow-minded ideology.

Even if Mexico's think tank created a character for him and wanted to shape him into someone like Martin, do you know what this guy did the first thing after taking over Oakland?

Looking for a harem!
He asked the Mexican advisor, "Can I be emperor?"

The consultants at the time were stunned.

I'm going!

Dude
You black maggot American French soul...

Do you still want to be...emperor? ?
Victor next door doesn't even dare to take this step, how dare you think so?

Do you know who was the last emperor of the United States?

Uncle Luo!
What kind of person are you?
But Eldridge Cleaver is a donkey that goes along with the flow, and you have to go along with what he says. After the consultant repeatedly reminded him, the other party finally calmed down, but he began to have some resentment towards the Mexicans.

He believed that the Mexican advisers were sent to monitor him.

Since the end of 1992, he has been shrinking his front line and seems to be just a bystander... not proactive at all.

He was hiding in a mansion on the shore of Lake Merritt, doing nothing but God knows what.

The large balcony of the villa is very spacious.

Eldridge Cleaver, his two younger brothers, and more than a dozen cousins ​​were lying there, all bald.

You can also see drug paraphernalia on the table next to it.

Once someone gets carried away, they won't care who you are and will just mess around.

These glasses are really spicy.

Black dogs are indeed called the world's "two strange species" along with Indians. One can't control the front, the other can't control the back, one sprays everywhere, the other sprays everywhere...

Your grandma’s legs, fuck you.

Victor definitely doesn’t know this. What would happen if he knew?

The skull was blown off.

Thump thump—

At this moment, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded, and Eldridge Cleaver, who was lying in his cousin's arms, slowly opened his eyes, his face flushed, obviously he had just had an orgasm.

Then he saw his trusted little brother running in, staring with panicked eyes, "Boss, Frigga Ackerman is here!"

Upon hearing this name, the leader of the Black Panther Party, who had half-closed his eyes, suddenly opened them and panicked!
He jumped up, but his legs nearly gave out and he fell to his knees.

"Hurry! Pack up your things." He shouted with a hoarse voice.

Frigga Ackerman is the Mexican advisor, or imperial envoy.

If he saw this scene, he would definitely cut off the supply of the Black Panthers. Without supplies to sell to the Haitian gangs, how would he make money?!

Seeing that his cousin was still hesitating, he kicked him and said, "Hurry up and clean it up!"

Then he said to his younger brother, "Go get the curtains and cover this place so he can't see it."

He quickly put on his pants and zipped them up hard.

"Oh! Sheet!!!"

Scrape the chicken chop.

Eldridge Cleaver, in pain, did Michael Jackson's signature dance on the spot.

There were footsteps at the door. His face changed and he put on his shoes and rushed out in a hurry.

Hold the balcony door.

He took a deep breath and went forward to meet her.

I saw a slightly fat man who was about 170cm tall walking in. The most attractive thing about him at first sight was his eyes.

A pair of beautiful phoenix eyes.

If he had a little more beard, he would be...

He is simply the ambassador of sphincter.

He is Frigga Ackerman!
A department under the Mexican Military and General Staff.

"Overseas Advisory Bureau."

The main purpose is to provide techniques, tactics and ideas to military forces with Mexican backgrounds.

This group of people also includes the advisers to the communist movement in Guatemala.

As soon as he came in, his face was full of dissatisfaction and urging, "Mr. Eldridge, I want to ask where are the Black Panther Party's troops?"

"Why don't they march according to the planned schedule?"

"Do you know that we have to divert the attention of the US military..."

Frigga Ackerman suddenly stopped talking, sniffed, and frowned, "What's that smell?"

Eldridge Cleaver's face changed, and he quickly changed the subject. He hunched his back and began to complain, "The Black Panther Party is suffering. We lack food and weapons."

"Didn't we give you a lot of aid?!"

But of course there was an excuse for Eldridge Cleaver, who lied with his eyes open. "We recruited a lot more people. When African Americans saw our flag, they welcomed us. The number of people increased by thousands."

Drawing a salary without working is an old tradition.

Even though salaries are now deposited into bank accounts, there is still the problem of ghost employees within the US military.

If you don't eat, and I don't eat, how can Commissioner Smith eat?
Eldridge Cleaver must at least be eating up thousands of people's salaries...

Frigga Ackerman narrowed her eyes, said nothing, and just stared at the other person. The other person was frightened and felt uncomfortable all over.

"What Führer Victor hates most is being deceived."

Eldridge Cleaver panicked, but with a smile on his face, "How is that possible? The Black Panther Party and I are the best partners in Mexico!"

Seeing the other party's laughing face, Frigga Ackerman wanted to punch him, but nodded slightly, "Mexico requires you to make a big move to attract the attention of the US government within a month, otherwise, we will reduce our aid."

"I have brought my words to you, I hope you can listen to them."

After Frigga Ackerman finished speaking, she was too lazy to stay here for long, mainly because the air smelled too bad, but it also seemed a little familiar.

After Eldridge Cleaver sent him out, he returned to the house and suddenly kicked the cabinet next to him, breaking the wooden door.

"Who the hell do you think you are, you son of a bitch, giving me orders? Damn it!"

He was still spewing shit from his mouth.

Venting his dissatisfaction.

"Cousin, I'll take some people to kill him!" He moved over with his buttocks tucked in, grinning.

As soon as he finished speaking, Eldridge Cleaver slapped him to the ground. "Your head was knocked out by Elizabeth's sanitary napkin. If we kill him, where will we get weapons and ammunition? What will we do when that bastard Victor sends his army? We'll just surrender and get a life sentence in prison."

He cursed angrily and pointed at his head, "Can you guys use your brains?"

It must be that all the IQ of black people is given to themselves.

Fuck!
He picked up the cigarette on the table indignantly, lit one for himself, and after taking a few puffs, he felt much better. "Make trouble, make trouble, use your brain, how can you make trouble?"

My cousin got up from the ground, covering his butt.

"How about kidnapping a few government officials and beheading them?"

Eldridge Cleaver raised his foot to kick, and the other man rolled to the side in fear. He grunted twice, supported his elbows on his knees, squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said, "Blow up Mount Rushmore!"

Everyone around was shocked when they heard this.

Capitol Hill!
Blow up...blow up?
How much explosives would that take?

"Medellin blew up the Statue of Victory. How can we be weaker than them? We can just blow up Mount Rushmore and blow away those ugly faces."

“Is this a big deal?”

The people in the room looked at each other.

"Speak!" Eldridge Cleaver shouted.

"This...will this offend most groups in the United States?" a woman said with a shudder.

"What are you afraid of? America belongs to black people. The whites, Chinese, Indians, and Mexicans are all immigrants!"

Indian: Fuck you!
"Although I hate Mexicans, they are right. We really need to do something big, otherwise I can't be the emperor of the black empire. We need to unify the United States!"

There are no crows here, otherwise they would have flown over with a cawing sound.

Are you so passionate about being an emperor?
Wear a yellow robe and go to Chinatown. When you meet some old folks, they will cheer you on.

"Then cousin, if you become the emperor, can you let me be the queen?!" The cousin who was covering his butt suddenly became energetic, his eyes shining.

Eldridge Cleaver grabbed him and let him sit on his lap. "Of course, no problem. How is it? Does your face still hurt?"

"When you hit me, I feel happy."

Uh…

It's so fucking creepy!

"Then it's decided. Call Casimir." He shouted to his confidant at the door. The latter responded and hurriedly brought a strong black man. The other party was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and his muscles looked very obvious.

As soon as Casimir Howard entered, he saw his boss looking at him with greedy eyes, and he was so scared that his buttocks clenched.

"Boss, you called me?"

Eldridge Cleaver reached out and hooked his finger. Casimir walked over hesitantly, but still stood two meters away.

"I'm not going to eat you!"

Seeing that the other party was so ignorant, Eldridge lost interest and frowned, "You took people to blow up Mount Rushmore."

"what?"

Casimir was startled and pointed at himself, "Bomb Mount Rushmore?"

"me?"

"If it's not you, then who am I? The organization believes in you. When you come back, I will let you serve as the propaganda minister of the Black Panther Party. That's what I did before. You have to work hard."

Casimir is not stupid.

After the explosion, can you come back?
He opened his mouth.

"What? You don't agree?" Eldridge Cleaver's tone suddenly turned cold and he asked unkindly.

Casimir looked at that look, shook his head quickly, and gritted his teeth, "I'll go!"

"Ah."

The leader of the Black Panther Party nodded in satisfaction, yawned, wrinkled his nose, and began to itch in his heart. This was the drug addiction. He waved his hand and his tone became lazy, "Go ahead, remember, you must do a good job within a month."

Casimir Howard came out of the house with a frown on his face.

It's really comfortable to be the boss. You want to blow up Mount Rushmore? But you tell me how to do it?
He turned around and spat towards the door.

But suddenly an inspiration came to me.

He remembered that there was a private airport in Oakland, and it seemed that its owner was from the Middle East, and he had said more than once that he wanted to use his plane to crash into the Capitol. You can talk to him about it.

This is the benefit of having many friends.

When consultant Frigga Ackerman returned to the Mexican office in Oakland, she found her colleague in charge of intelligence work as soon as she got out of the car.

"I suspect Eldridge Cleaver is on drugs."

But who knows, his colleague looked at him and said, "We know."

"???"

"We even knew that he was bisexual, that he had cursed the Führer in private more than once, and that he had complained to others several times about wanting to work on his own. We also knew that they were taking empty salaries and cheating us of our money. We all knew that."

Frigga Ackerman frowned slightly when she heard this, as if she had thought of something. She leaned forward and said, "What do you want to do?"

"The Black Panther Party is a useless organization that is not up to standard. The bad nature of black people is too great. We cannot effectively mobilize their thoughts. They are not the main force to overthrow the United States. They are just troublemakers. We need them now, that's all."

"When the waste has no more value, that's when he goes to hell."

really!

The intelligence agencies must know about this.

Frigga Ackerman's face relaxed. "Does Mexico know?"

"Of course, this is an order signed by President Victor. Let him jump first. What do you call this? I remember the Chinese say 'the mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole waits behind'. It means let the mantis go first and we just watch from behind."

"Don't mess up." Frigga Ackerman couldn't help but remind.

"It won't collapse."

“Black people are not smart enough.”

.........

Victor yawned and sat on the recliner tiredly.

He's been having a lot of fun these past two days.

Dita Von Teese is such a good shaker...

I stayed in the office for 3 days and it was like a bone-sucking pain.

Victor didn't want to either.

But the truth is——

According to the famous line in "The Monk with the Lamp X": "It is said that it is late at night, and desire is burning. Men and women, no one wants to be in pairs, just for the happiness under the navel."

Later, Victor couldn't let himself be distracted by pleasure, so he asked Casare to arrange things for her.

"Boss—"

Fatty Ka shouted from a distance and trotted over with a face full of sweat.

"Sit down, Martin, and give him some water."

The confidential secretary standing not far away quickly responded and ran to pour water. He was very considerate and poured a cup of warm water so as not to hurt the body.

Casare smiled, said thank you, and gulped down the drink.

"How's it going? Is it arranged?"

"Yes, she was arranged to work for the entertainment company under Hope Group. I talked to them and found James Cameron and Francis Ford Coppola from Hollywood to make at least six movies tailor-made for her this year to promote her."

There is no need to introduce these two directors. The former is very famous, and the latter is the director of "The Godfather".

It's funny.

There is a war going on in the United States, but the entertainment industry is fine. The Hollywood awards ceremony went on as usual at the end of last year.

Even the dispute between the United States and Mexico did not prevent both sides from making money.

The main reason is that Hope Group... is too rich!
Especially its mobile phone business. The 8848 mobile phone it launched became an instant hit because of its ringtones, text messages, and ported games such as "Tetris" and "Snake".

In Dongda University, a beggar version of the 8848 model costs 20000 RMB!

The deluxe version is inlaid with diamonds and is sold for 50000 RMB!

The ones above that are customized, and you can engrave your own name and preferences on them, but the price is not fixed.

The most expensive one was bought by a family in Shanghai for 66 yuan. The ringtone was also customized, it was the singing voice of his daughter.

There are also people who specialize in smuggling.

If I carry ten boxes of the Beggar's Edition on my body and go to Europe, I can at least make four times the money!
It is said that many border smugglers have started doing this.

Human trafficking is too troublesome.

From today on, be a happy person and travel around the world with smuggled mobile phones!

In just two quarters at Dongda, the mobile phone business earned more than 20 billion.

Mexico is willing to exchange U.S. dollars for foreign currency with the University of Tokyo, and then use the money to purchase a large amount of land, including Guanzhuang in the north and Pudong New Area in the south.

All the money was invested in Todai, and Todai can use the money to develop.

Forbes, an American company, even hailed the Hope Group as the next “super company!”.

Now that you have money, how can American capitalists not do business with you?

Patriotism is patriotism and business is business.

Moreover, the Jews have no country at all.

The elites are also divided...

Therefore, many people cannot understand why a country like the United States has not yet completely split apart. This is even more puzzling than what is written in history books.

After reading it, Gorky had to rewrite it: Childhood.

Blood was sold eleven times in "To Live".

American: What will you sell tomorrow?
It is just a block trade that hinders normal transactions between the United States and Mexico. In order to help the Hope Group evade taxes, it is also very appropriate to allow overseas payments in US dollars. We can even get any currency you want.

He has very good relations with some of the American elites.

Victor nodded in satisfaction when he heard how well Casare arranged things for her. "Does she have any other ideas?"

"She just said that she missed you a little when she left." Fatty Ka said with a smile.

Victor laughed when she heard it. She is a smart woman.

"In this world, besides men's words, you can't trust women's words too much, especially beautiful women."

Casare subconsciously thought of his girlfriend, Heil Alvis.

She said she didn't scream, damn, she screamed louder than me.

Well, women lie too!

The two of them sat on the lounge chairs, enjoying the rare sunshine and drinking afternoon tea, which was a special experience.

Of course, it would be nice if no one bothered me.

But it's obviously unlikely.

"Führer, Mr. Gustav Stresemann is here," said Martin, the confidential secretary, from behind.

"Invite him in."

Soon, a man with bald hair and protruding eyes walked in.

He is Gustav Stresemann, Chairman of the Organization for Innovation for Human Progress.

"Führer." He bowed respectfully and called out to Casare.

"Bring me a chair."

Victor said helplessly, "Do I need to tell you this?"

Martin and the bodyguard next to him blushed immediately.

If the former captain of the guard, Joseph Joffre, were here, he would definitely have a keen eye.

"Thank you," Gustav Stresemann said to them, sitting upright like a soldier.

"What's going on? Something's wrong with the organization?"

“France withdraws its application to join the Organization for the Promotion of Human Progress.”

"The French are so fussy. They just think that we took over Haiti without telling them. They can't control it themselves, so they can blame us?"

Victor couldn't help laughing and waved his hands, "He's just a piece of trash. Just withdraw if you want. If I stay with them, I'm afraid they'll hold me back on the battlefield. Is that all?"

"Someone from Germany contacted me..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Victor couldn't catch his breath, coughed violently, and sat up straight, staring at each other, "What? They want to join the "Organization for the Reform of Human Progress"?"

"The United States has 30,000 troops stationed in Germany."

Gustav Stresemann smiled and shook his head, "Germany wants to borrow money from the People's Union."

"???!!!"

"loan?!"

"The civil unrest in the United States has caused a stock market crash and systemic financial tremors. Although it has not collapsed, Germany itself relies on the United States for blood transfusions. But now that the United States has begun to return on a large scale, many German factories have encountered financial difficulties..."

So that’s it!
"Then why not look for an American bank? A European bank?" Victor asked curiously.

Gustav Stresemann shook his head. "They didn't say it, but I think it was definitely Europe and the United States who were adding insult to injury. They were asking for too much."

He paused, "We have good credit in the world."

In a world of worst-case scenarios, Mexico is pretty good.

"But our internal loans are for our own people. Germany just talks about lending us money?" Casare said nearby, "That's too easy."

"They are willing to pay high interest," said Gustav Stresemann.

"What do you think?" Victor asked back, "I want to hear your opinion."

The other party thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Yuan, we lack assets in Europe. We may be able to take this opportunity to enter the European market, especially Krupp. Although it has gone bankrupt, its reputation is still very useful in the world. The most important point is that Mexico needs industrial workers, and Germany's dual system workers are the best in the world."

I understand, I understand!

Is it to make Germany a donor of workers for Mexico?
It's like the Filipino monkeys providing the world with Filipino maids.

Ukraine is like a womb for Europe.

Victor immediately became interested.

"is it possible?"

"It is very likely that Germany's unemployment rate has remained high for a long time, especially in the Ruhr industrial area where textile workers protested and killed police officers. The government is very troubled. The gap between East and West Germany is too big. If we sign a contract with them and require them to provide us with a certain number of workers every year, the Germans will most likely agree. Since we don't want their lives, they will slowly give in."

"When they have nowhere to retreat, we can ask for more."

Casare was listening nearby, looking at Gustav Stresemann and cursing in his heart.

Pooh!
Just like me, not a good person!

Victor stood up, walked slowly, and waited for about a few minutes. "Contact them privately and let Kwaukmote talk to them."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements."

Gustav Stresemann nodded vigorously, and suddenly seemed to have remembered something, "The Black Panther Party's contact person in the "Organization for the Reform of Human Progress" was arrested by the police..."

"What's going on? Why are the Mexican police arresting him?"

"He got drunk and tried to rape a Soviet immigrant woman, but was knocked unconscious by her."

"..."

So fucked!
"Lock him in there and calm down. I think black people's organs are in their brains!"

……

(End of this chapter)