Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 562: Poaching, poach hard!
"What! Nine-one!!!"

Ye Zhenli knocked hard on the table, stood up suddenly, and glared at the guy opposite him who had the rank of brigadier general.

Although Ye Jinghua next to him didn't understand English, he also stood up and stared with his big eyes.

"Please calm down, Ye, this is the Pentagon, not the no-man's land of Suriname." The brigadier general opposite him looked at him calmly.

Ye Zhenli actually thought that the standard of the people the military would entertain him would not be too high, but it would not be as high as a brigadier general!

There are nearly 400 brigadier generals across the United States.

And it was in a very remote conference room in the Pentagon, and you didn't even have tea.

American pride is ingrained in our bones.

"You have to understand that we can do it without you, but we don't want to make it look so ugly."

The Brigadier General put his hands on the chair, "It's not you who give us the opportunity to cooperate, but we give you the opportunity."

"You can use any online channels to get our support, which is much more than the minimum you earn. One percent is already a huge honor for you."

It's not like Ye Zhenli hasn't seen shameless people before, and he has seen thieves robbing each other many times, but this kind of thieves robbing each other would even require you to kneel down and say thank you.

It's so shameless!

But the angrier he was, the calmer he became. Ye Zhenli patted his cousin on the shoulder, then slowly sat down, his face still looking ugly.

The brigadier general saw him like this, and with a disdainful look on his face, he pushed the documents on the table over and said, "Look at this. We will purchase for the troops' consumption every year. This is an exclusive business."

"The army still needs drugs?" Ye Zhenli said sarcastically, "Then your combat effectiveness is really strong."

The other party seemed not to notice his sarcasm and said proudly, "The U.S. military is invincible."

Mr. Ye almost said, then why did you sign an unequal treaty with the United States and Mexico?

But for fear of irritating the other party, he kept silent.

"The U.S. military needs a lot of painkillers."

Well, it would be different if you changed the name, just like the American swimming team, whose faces turned purple from taking drugs, but they insisted that they had an asthma attack and had to take medicine.

Civilizations differ in coming up with excuses, but the process and purpose are the same: to make money.

Maybe it won’t be long...

Hell No. 2 might even be used as lunch in primary and secondary schools.

Bottom line...

In the United States, there is no bottom line!

The brigadier general explained briefly and was about to continue when the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open. A captain rushed in with a terrified look on his face, "Meeting, emergency meeting!"

The brigadier general was startled, stood up immediately, and said to Ye Zhenli impatiently, "You can take a look first."

He stood up hastily and walked outside, asking loudly, "What happened!"

Faintly, he heard a few key words, Mount Rushmore, airplane, collision, Lincoln statue and so on.

Is it possible that someone could crash a plane into a mountain?
What a joke.

"Brother, what did the American devils say?" Ye Jinghua asked from the side.

Ye Zhenli repeated the other party's contract. He originally thought that the other party would be very angry, but he was frowning.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm wondering whether we can earn more than 10% ourselves, or more than 10% by following them."

This actually made Ye Zhenli ask the question. He thought to himself that if he relied on the global layout of the US military and followed their lead in drug trafficking, even if the local drug market was taken down, at least he would earn more than he did on his own.

"elder brother…"

Ye Jinghua suddenly pulled him hard. Ye Zhenli turned his head in confusion and saw that the other party had a frightened look in his eyes. Then he raised his hand and pointed outside the window.

"what?"

He turned his head and looked over, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

Then I saw a plane rushing straight towards the Pentagon!

"Run!!!!"

His scalp tingled as he grabbed Ye Jinghua and turned to run. Many people in the corridor were screaming and running wildly, and they had obviously noticed this scene.

Just as I went down the stairs to the next floor and before I could stand firmly, I felt the whole building shake, followed by a loud explosion.

And in a police car on duty outside the Pentagon.

The superintendent, who had just taken out the hamburger, saw a shocking scene: a Piper PA-44 crashed heavily into a corner of the Pentagon, exploded instantly, and then caught fire.

Gollum~
He swallowed the burger in his mouth and picked up the intercom. "Headquarters, headquarters, this is Johnson. There was a plane crash and explosion in the Pentagon. Requesting firefighting and support!"

...

"I have an urgent message here. A Falcon 900 plane crashed into Mount Rushmore, causing a fire at the scene. No casualties have been reported yet, but the statue of the president was blown to pieces."

The female news anchor on TV looked solemn, took a deep breath, and began to report.

In the video, you can see that Mount Rushmore is on fire and the cordon has been set up, but you can vaguely see that Washington's forehead is gone, Lincoln's nose is broken, and Johnson's head is blown off...

Eldridge Cleaver, leader of the Black Panther Party, watched the scene on TV in his villa with his eyes wide open.

"In addition, another Piper PA-44 crashed into the Pentagon, which is said to have caused two deaths and more than 2 injuries. Our reporter called the Ministry of National Defense, but no one answered the call."

"Where is Casimir? Where is he? Call him over quickly." Eldridge Cleaver shouted loudly, and the younger brother outside responded quickly and ran to find someone.

After about ten minutes, when he was getting impatient, someone finally showed up.

The black boy Casimir panted, "Boss!"

"Did you hire someone to do this?" The other person pointed at the scene on TV. Casimir took a look, hesitated and nodded, "I have a few guys in Oakland. I'll ask them for help."

well...

Outsource!

But Eldridge Cleaver was very happy. He jumped onto the sofa and behaved very strangely. "Well done. What reward do you want?"

Casimir's face lit up with joy. Is he finally going to get a promotion?
But he didn't feel happy for long, because he suddenly saw Eldridge Cleaver grab the pistol on the table, pull the drawbar, and shoot -

All the bullets are used up.

The younger brothers around him all trembled.

Casimir's front was smashed, and he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes open.

"Rewards are too troublesome, and I can't bear to give them to you, so I can only inconvenience you for a while."

! ! ! !
I've never seen anyone so stingy.

In order to avoid reward, just kill him directly?
He must have gone crazy from taking drugs!

Experts say that drug abuse can cause many abnormal things in the brain. The Black Panther Party members standing nearby looked at Casimir on the ground with anger in their eyes. They felt insulted!

Do you think a person who arbitrarily abuses his subordinates can be supported by others?
Even the later Big Brother Chuan knew to feed a bone to his little brother Vance.

"Someone, someone, prepare the tools! Bring me Hell No. 2!"

Eldridge Cleaver was lying on the sofa, shouting loudly, and slowly began to snore.

"Carry Casimir out."

One of the older black men spoke, and everyone nodded. They walked up and helped each other carry Casimir out of the door, where they met Zephaniah Westbrook, the deputy leader of the Black Panther Party.

This person is incredible.

He served as a US military officer. After retiring, he went to a European university for further studies and obtained a doctorate from IBM in Germany. When the Black Panther Party raised the banner of rebellion, he returned from abroad to join the team and was appointed as deputy leader by the Mexican side.

A rare intellectual among black people.

I’m not young anymore, I’m 41.

When he saw Casimir being carried out, he was also shocked, "What happened?"

Everyone looked at each other. The older black man hesitated and finally told everyone everything that had happened inside.

Zephaniah Westbrook was furious. "How could he do this? Let's go and question him."

"Sir, sir, the boss... is on drugs and has violent tendencies. He will shoot if he goes in."

Zephaniah stamped his feet in anger and kept cursing.

"Sir, how about you take us..." The older black man gritted his teeth, "How about you take us?"

Zephaniah Westbrook was stunned. He was so smart that he immediately understood what he meant. He wanted to refuse, but when he thought about the future of the Black Panther Party, he gritted his teeth and said, "Come on, I'll take you to see Counselor Frigga Ackerman."

"As long as the Mexican side agrees, we have no problem."

A group of people looked at each other and then followed.

Eldridge Cleaver's mental state is becoming increasingly unbalanced, and he needs to express his dissatisfaction through a show of strength!
Mount Rushmore was hit!
The Pentagon was hit!

The White House urgently announced that flights would not be allowed to stop in Washington, the entire city was on alert, and no one was allowed to appear on the streets after 7 p.m.

This was originally intended for public safety.

But what is Washington?
Do you know how many gangs there are?
Hundreds!
Including El Salvador's Barrio 18, MS-13, as well as Venezuela, Colombia, Mexico, Asian Vietnamese gangs, etc., especially those in El Salvador, because they were beaten badly by the Mexican military police in their home country, they had to shift their focus to the United States.

In order to seize territory, they fought each other a lot.

Night is the time for business. If you prohibit it, the angry gangsters will start to smash, loot and burn.

There was an exchange of fire with the police and the National Guard.

When surrounded, he shouted to the camera: "We are fearless. The Mexicans can't make us surrender, and neither can the US government. Carter, get off the stage!"

The chaos spread to surrounding areas such as Virginia and Baltimore, making the city a chaotic place.

In this case, the Philadelphia Times ran a question on its front page:
Where is Carter? Where is President Carter?

The article says that Carter has not appeared in front of the audience for a long time. So where has he been? The report says that he died a long time ago and the current regime is in the hands of Defense Minister Norman Schwarzkopf and others who have extreme right-wing sentiments.

They are trying to murder America!

The consequences of civil war and unstable regimes began to emerge.

Especially since the deindustrialization of the United States in 1965, financialization and bubble risks have increased, and the market is diving every day, and people are jumping off buildings on Wall Street every day.

The impact of this plane hitting the Pentagon is no less than a magnitude 10 earthquake. When the Statue of Victory was blown up in Medellin, it caused national outrage and Pablo was bound to pay the price. Then what?
Nothing more.

Now Mount Rushmore is gone. I have become numb after so many experiences.

Capital that couldn't bear it anymore began to flee!
The most popular country is Canada next door. Those who seek stability go to Europe and other established countries, those who seek breakthroughs go to the East, after all, that market is huge, and those who seek excitement...

Went to India!

Many people also began to think of ways to leave. One immigrant burst into tears in front of the camera, "I have been in the United States for 30 years. I have a company and children here, but in just one year, I lost everything. This place is suffocating. It's time to say goodbye. No, never again. The United States... is hell!"

...

"The U.S. government is really a poor kid!"

“It’s retribution!”

Victor pointed at the news on TV and couldn't help cursing, but his face clearly showed that he felt very relieved.

Casare was standing beside him with a wry smile on his face.

Ever since he learned about the "Evil Dragon Plan", the boss has been cursing. He is also unhappy. The anti-drug system that he had worked so hard to establish is facing increasingly severe challenges under the vigorous operation of the US military.

The whole of Latin America is once again swept by drugs. Do you think anything good can happen to Mexico, which is in such a shithole?

Just like the University of Tokyo, it prohibits drugs on its own, but what about the ones next door?

The famous Golden Triangle area, there are always people who want to transport people there every day, to behead people? There are always people who are willing to risk their lives for money.

How much is life worth?

Therefore, the pressure on border defense will be very great.

Victor took a puff of his cigar in a bad mood, but felt that it would be pointless if he didn't fill his lungs, so he put on his Camel and took a deep puff. "We must not let the US military go on like this. Find someone to spread the news."

"Under the American system, if the military has money, if that German Norman Schwarzkop tries to play with militarism, we will have to fight a war, which is not in line with our current core interests. If he wants to sell drugs, he is just looking for death!"

"If he dares to sell drugs, I will have him kicked out of the United Nations."

Perhaps because he was afraid that Casare would misunderstand him, he paused and said viciously, "Let Joachim Ribbentrop kick that American representative out!"

The most important thing.

Don't you Europeans want to follow the United States and help Medellin fight a decisive battle with me?
I want to see, after this "Evil Dragon Plan" is exposed, will you follow public opinion or follow the United States?
It would be even better if we could bring down the European people and governments!

When Victor thought of this, he felt his breasts opening, but he really couldn't understand why the Americans would have such a plan.

Is the military so short of money?

"Have someone write a sternly worded draft condemning the incompetence of the U.S. government. In addition, we must also express our welcome to American companies!"

"Welcome???" Casare asked in surprise.

"Yes, we can open Belize completely to foreign companies, and similarly, allow American companies to enter Mexico. This is a good time to poach talent."

He suddenly seemed to think of something interesting and asked with a smile, "If I tell Mr. Gordon Moore of Intel that I am willing to share the latest products of the Mexican Semiconductor Chip Research Institute with them, will he move Intel to Mexico?"

“Will he declare his membership of the Mexican Workers’ Party in front of the Mexican flag?”

Casare looked surprised, but before he could answer, Victor said to himself, "Capital itself has no fixed nationality."

"Maybe he'll claim Indian ancestry if it means making money?"

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(End of this chapter)