CXnovel #491 - I, Victor, am a man of great talent!
#491 - I, Victor, am a man of great talent!
In the conference room next to the President's office.
Clinton, with his legs crossed, was listening to the proposals of the new cabinet.
“I believe the Black Panther Party is the most unsettling element in the United States, and we should gather all our strength to eliminate them,” said Attorney General Janet Reno with a solemn expression.
She was the first female Attorney General in the history of the United States.
Her face had a rather large mole, which made her originally clean face look very… gloomy.
The face reflects the heart; she didn't look like a good person.
“The Black Panthers are all hiding in the forests, how do we deal with that? Even if we use more soldiers, we won't be able to catch them,” someone suggested.
“Then we'll drop Agent Orange on the forests, and if that doesn't work, we'll burn them down. I don't believe the Black Panther scum can hide in the forests forever!”
Janet Reno's words were said lightly, but everyone present felt as if a hammer had struck their chest with force.
“Just like in Vietnam!”
Clinton was also taken aback by this bold woman. It was too ruthless. He knew that there wasn't a single century-old tree left in Vietnam now.
This would have a great impact on the environment, especially since it was a case of harming oneself while harming the enemy. Many Americans who fought in the forests with the Vietnamese are now suffering from rare diseases.
Isn't Agent Orange a chemical weapon?
“Were you screwed silly last night? Ms. Janet Reno!”
Just then, a voice suppressing anger came. Everyone looked over and saw old Donald sitting on the side.
He originally didn't want to speak…
After all, his identity was a bit awkward. Being re-appointed three times seemed impressive, but everyone knew that he was just a “backup option,” especially the matter of being placed under house arrest by Reagan and others, which was basically known to the higher-ups.
His face…
Had long been completely disgraced.
But when he heard Janet Reno's proposal, he couldn't help but speak, launching a personal attack as soon as he opened his mouth.
“You… what are you saying?”
Donald stood up with a whoosh, strode to the other side, and started scolding, “I'm saying, has your brain been screwed silly? Do you think you're very smart? You idiot, do you know what Agent Orange is made of?”
“Please use that brain of yours, which is full of dog shit, to think!”
Clinton and the others watched from the side, dumbfounded.
After Donald finished scolding, he took a long breath, and the pent-up anger in his chest dissipated a lot.
The scolded Janet Reno shook her head and finally came back to her senses. She screamed and immediately started fighting, shouting, “Respect! Do you know what respect is, Donald!”
Bang!
A fist hit the other person's face, knocking off their glasses. The force was not small. Janet Reno's body stiffened, and then she fell backward with force.
“Respect for women should be shown with the greatest force!” — Donald!
Sure enough, none of those named that way were normal. There was another one who was currently running his own hotel, and it seemed like it was about to go bankrupt.
Clinton's brain went blank…
“Quick, call a doctor!”
The new Chief of Staff reacted quickly, shouting loudly. The other cabinet members were immediately in a flurry, some going out to call a doctor, and some squatting down to check on Janet Reno…
The old Secretary of Defense…
Adjusted his clothes and stood there with a look of disdain.
Great!
“Are you going to fire me?” He looked at Clinton's ugly face and asked nonchalantly.
“Mr. President, Mr. President!”
Just then, someone rushed in from the door, shouting urgently.
His whole body was covered in rainwater, and his hair was wet…
Not gentlemanly at all!
This made Clinton, who valued appearance, very uncomfortable. He frowned and was about to scold him when he heard the other person say, “Angel is gone.”
“!!!”
“How is that possible? Didn't I tell you to follow him?”
“It was raining… we were just sheltering from the rain, just for a moment, and he disappeared…” The other person stammered, not daring to look Clinton in the eye.
“Waste! Waste! Waste!”
“Everyone, go find him!”
“I have something to do, the meeting is canceled.”
He hurriedly left with his Chief of Staff.
Old Donald stood beside him, deep in thought.
Who would want a “waste” for no reason?
A name suddenly came to his mind:
Viktor!
Having Angel in his hands would yield the best results.
…
“The Bureau of Internal Affairs arrested Pierre Maxwell, the Third Deputy Minister of Finance, yesterday. He is accused of being an umbrella for drug traffickers, embezzling pension funds, accepting bribes from local businessmen and gangsters, disrupting fairness and justice in major livelihood contract tenders, and illegally possessing firearms and ammunition…”
“This is the 4th ministerial-level Roman cadre in three days!”
“The other three are Levi Hoffman, Director of the Anti-Drug Bureau of the Mexican Police Department.”
“Winston Pierce, Deputy Commissioner of the Mexican Military Discipline Commission.”
“Liam Richard, Deputy Director of the Tax Investigation Bureau of the Ministry of Finance.”
It was drizzling in Mexico City. The news was playing on the television in the shop. With each name announced, a photo would appear.
Inside the convenience store, the owner's family of three was eating. They saw a little girl with braided pigtails, who was originally stuffing her head into her rice bowl, look up when she heard the news broadcast, still chewing food in her mouth, and point at the TV with her spoon; “Shoot them, shoot them.”
“The four people will be handed over to the Mexican First Court for a public parade!”
“And sentenced to death!”
“Executed immediately!”
“A pack of cigarettes, please.” Just then, two men walked in from the door. One of them said.
The owner, who was eating, quickly got up, “What kind?”
“Camel.”
“30 pesos.”
The other person took out the money and handed it over, tearing open the package while watching the news on TV, pulling out a cigarette and handing it to the person next to him.
“I don't smoke.”
“Are there people who work in this job who don't smoke?”
The other person smiled and shook his head, “Calmness doesn't need cigarettes to support it, on the contrary…”
He lowered his voice, “Perhaps, nicotine might be laced with poison?”
The man who was about to smoke paused, “Augustin, that joke isn't funny.”
The two were none other than Angel Urena and Augustin Prevcic.
They didn't come ostentatiously, but instead used the news agency's channels to cross the US-Mexico border.
Low-key and safe.
The CIA wasn't a pushover. If they took a passenger plane, as soon as their tracks were discovered, even if there were hundreds of ordinary people on board, they would not hesitate to request missiles to shoot it down.
There aren't so many unprovoked air disasters in the world…
Shh!
Angel Urena's desire to smoke faded a lot after hearing what the other person said.
“Is corruption here punished with a public parade and the death penalty? That's so strict?”
Augustin Prevcic looked at the TV, “Didn't you see that he was drug trafficking?”
“In Mexico, using drugs, trafficking drugs, and growing drug plants are not to be considered. If you're caught, you die. This thing, besides weakening people's will, also weakens the country's spirit. You should have been to Mexico before, the difference between the past and the present is visible to the naked eye.”
Angel Urena nodded slightly upon hearing this.
He had been there for tourism. At that time, on the beaches of the Yucatan Peninsula, people were openly selling drugs from carts.
There were also things like ice cream, popsicles, etc., that had some ingredients.
“Let's go, I've already reported to the General, we'll meet you at two o'clock.”
Augustin looked at his watch, "There are still 40 minutes left."
Anhel nodded, and the two walked out of the convenience store and got into a Volkswagen parked at the door, heading towards the National Palace.
Along the way, this "guest" from the United States carefully observed Mexico City.
Construction sites were everywhere, and every road was being re-planned. The pedestrians on the road were all very… calmly walking, bringing a touch of tranquility to the city after the rain.
The last time he came…
The people on the street were very anxious, and everyone seemed to be afraid of the arrival of the night. If your wallet was exposed, you might get stabbed by a thief from who knows where.
And the United States…
The people no longer believed in the government, white supremacists began to besiege ethnic minorities, the Black Panthers were rebelling and fighting guerrilla warfare in the forests, and he even saw some magical organizations appear, such as sexual minorities, fuck…
A group of people reading the Bible were doing things that God least allowed.
Sure enough…
Faith is just a business.
God is still just a tool measured by money.
Anhel Ureña always felt that the United States seemed to be on the verge of national collapse.
A dozen minutes later.
The car entered the controlled area. After several inspections, the vehicle drove into the National Palace.
When he got out of the car, Anhel Ureña actually felt a little nervous.
"Are you nervous?" Augustin Prze Ucziel turned his head and asked.
"A little."
"Don't worry, the general won't eat people."
The more you say that, the more afraid he becomes…
The two walked into the building and saw a familiar… figure standing on the stairs.
Casare Gonzalez was standing there. When he saw them enter, his face immediately filled with a smile and he greeted them.
"Good afternoon, Anhel, it's a pleasure to see you again."
To the American's surprise, he gave the other person a big hug.
"Uh…"
Anhel didn't know what to do with his hands, and Augustin Prze Ucziel watched with a smile.
"Come on, the general asked me to pick you up. He has been waiting for you in the office for a long time."
Casare said, taking his hand and walking into the elevator.
So enthusiastic. Although Anhel knew that everything the other party did was only for his own benefit.
But…
He couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart. After following him upstairs, the guards were about to check, but Casare waved his hand, "No need, he is the general's distinguished guest. Just check him downstairs."
The guard hesitated for a moment and stepped back.
"You know, the general is very important to us, so…" Casare smiled apologetically at Anhel.
"I understand."
He walked to the office door, knocked softly, and after hearing a voice from inside saying "Come in," he pushed the door open.
"General, Mr. Anhel is here."
Anhel Ureña stood out from behind. This was his first time meeting Victor. At first glance, he was just an ordinary man.
At second glance, his gestures were full of aura!
At third glance, he had a really nice smile.
"I've heard your name for a long time, Mr. Anhel Ureña, the only talent in Clinton's original campaign team."
Victor shook hands with him with a smile, "Since you came back from Cuba, Casare has mentioned you to me more than once. He believes that you are a very capable diplomat, even more like a president than Clinton."
Fatty Casare was stunned. Did I say that?
But when Anhel looked over, he still showed a warm smile and nodded to him.
That's right, I said that!
"Mr. Casare is too kind."
"No need to be modest. In Mexico, I have always adhered to the principle that the capable go up and the mediocre go down. Since Clinton is blind, then I won't be polite…"
Victor waved his hand, not forgetting to mock his American opponent.
He took out a folder from the drawer, placed it on the table and opened it, tapping his fingers lightly, his eyes staring straight at the other person.
"I plan to invite you to be the Mexican Ambassador Plenipotentiary for North American Affairs!"
"Mainly responsible for handling important matters in the United States and Canada. If there is an emergency, you can act expediently without asking me."
"I wonder, are you interested in this?"
Augustin Prze Ucziel's eyebrows twitched.
Person in charge of North American Affairs!
That's no small position. Although it belongs to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, it is equivalent to a "regional governor," that is to say, some intelligence departments in North America are also under his control.
That's a lot of power.
In fact, there were two documents in Victor's drawer, one was the Person in Charge of North American Affairs, and the other was the Deputy Representative of the Mexican Delegation to the United Nations.
The main reason he wanted to see Anhel in person was to see if he was loyal!
As soon as the other party came in, he used his golden finger…
He couldn't hide any secrets about himself. In Victor's opinion, he was not a very moral person, but he was also a person with principles.
At least…
He didn't participate in many "perverted gatherings" with Clinton, and he even hated them.
And his loyalty: 78. No, when Victor took out the letter of appointment, it had already soared to 88.
And in his list.
Personal wish: To bring down the United States, kill Clinton, and make those despicable bastards kneel on the ground and lick his toes.
Victor liked this wish.
So, he took out this important position.
When he takes office and the news is publicized, oh, the whole world will know that Clinton's chief of staff has become an official in Mexico.
Then use public opinion to slander Clinton…
It can both reflect the other party's incompetence and reflect his own "great mind."
See…
Americans, I can appoint him as the Ambassador Plenipotentiary for North American Affairs, what about talents from other countries?
I certainly won't favor one over the other!
Come to Mexico quickly.
Capitalism has no future.
Of course, Anhel Ureña didn't know that he had been seen through. He just felt that Victor… was really bold!
He looked at the letter of appointment and couldn't help but ask, "Do you… trust me so much?"
"When you set foot in Mexico, we are comrades. I trust you, just as I trust Casare."
This…
Just listen to it.
But Anhel Ureña took it seriously, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
He couldn't help but compare him with Clinton.
He worked to death for the Americans and served as the campaign team staff for so long. What was the result?
Not only did he not get anything, but he couldn't even guarantee his life. His family was ruined!
And Victor?
A true leader, a man full of personal charm…
"General, don't worry, I won't let you down!" He wiped the corner of his eye and wrote his name on the letter of appointment.
Then he looked up.
"Sir, I think, when I take office, I have to give the world a big gift package."
"I want to announce to the world the number of American X weapons, the specific deployment locations, the latest research and development of weapons, and… the human experiments that the United States is doing!"
"The United States is doing human experiments?" Victor's eyes widened when he heard this.
"They are still studying the data they got from Japan's 731. I know where the address is."
"Good!"
"Then tell the world, hahaha, you can rest assured to say it, I will support you."
Victor's eyes were shining.
As long as it makes the United States embarrassed, he is happy!
……