Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 338: Unconditional Surrender? What? You Want Conditions for Surrender?!_2



Horatio Herbert Kitchener nodded solemnly, "Yes!"

He was about to leave when he seemed to think of something and stopped in his tracks, "General, Saddam has surrendered."

Victor's hand paused, and then he scoffed with disdain, "I thought he was formidable, but he's just a coward. I thought he would dare to take up arms and fight the U.S. Military on the front lines."

Perhaps he would have dared twenty or thirty years ago, but now, Saddam had aged and lost that bravery.

"The ceasefire agreement will be signed in April, and negotiations are still underway, General. Should we stir up some trouble?" Chief of Staff General Horatio, squinting his eyes, said sinisterly, "When they sign the ceasefire agreement, let's blow them all to hell!"

Damn, there must be something wrong with the feng shui in Northern Mexico.

Such a gentlemanly person, now full of violence.

"Saddam has had his backbone broken this time. Even if you disrupt the scene, it won't be long before he has to surrender. Don't worry about it. I can't stand seeing civilians displaced. The world would be better off with more people who love peace like me."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener's eyelids twitched. Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire

If we had more people like you, General, The Hague would turn into ruins!

In 1990, when Victor took up the banner of drug prohibition, many cheered that he could win the Nobel Peace Prize, and many Mexican writers even stepped down to help and support him.

But, after falling out with the United States, everything changed.

Europe and America, they don't like someone who goes against them.

Think about it, the President of the United States can win a peace prize, which is absolutely shameless.

"Our people in Sparta also have intelligence coming in; Uday has been released and is out racing. He has told his confidants and friends several times that he wants… wants..."

"Wants to kill me?" Victor said, laughing.

"Yes."

"Just a spoiled brat living off his father's minimal capabilities, not worth public attention, let him shut up."

"Wait!"

Victor suddenly had a thought, "Do you think Uday still has ambitions for Saddam's position?"

He crossed his arms, his fingers lightly tapping, "I'm kind of interested in seeing the two brothers kill each other."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener immediately understood; work could be done around these two.

Best if those two fought!

Why?

If you ask why, seriously, you must be on drugs!

More tactfully, if you offend Victor, do you still expect your family to enjoy their later years?

You'd all be dead!

The two discussed in the office, and after more than an hour, General Chief of Staff came out, just in time to see Augustine Przybylski from the Intelligence Bureau hurriedly coming over, and after exchanging greetings, he eagerly knocked and entered Victor's office.

Horatio Herbert Kitchener turned around in surprise, wondering what had happened this time?

"You mean, someone from the Soviet Union contacted you through the West German KGB, wanting to discuss some business with us?"

"What exactly?"

Augustine Przybylski frowned, "The KGB didn't tell me who it is, but their rank must be high, one of the few who can command them. From our internal speculation and intelligence analysis, perhaps... someone hopes to win us over to fight their enemies."

"The Soviet Union won't last long, at most a year!" He said with conviction.

Knowing the domestic situation in the Soviet Union, one understands what is happening now!

Social contradictions are pronounced, the military lacks combat effectiveness, it's like a ragtag army!

Oligarchs rise, gangs dominate, and the populace suffers immensely!

It's truly a case of corpses freezing on the roads while the rich indulge in wine and meat.

All sorts of monsters and demons are starting to pounce, aiming to suck the last drop of blood from the Soviet Union.

Those who haven't experienced it may not understand this state from just reading about it, to put it simply.

Even Jesus would have to bribe his way past.

If Kennedy went, both his heads would be smashed.

Hearing Augustine Przybylski's words, Victor suddenly remembered something extremely important.

"The struggle of the eight kings!"

He glanced at the calendar on the wall, noting it was March 2nd.

That meant the decisive political coup was still five months away.

Victor frowned; he did not want to get involved in this mess, being dragged down by others was not ideal, but he could also take advantage of it.

"Go meet with them, agree to any requests they make, but tell them we want support in heavy industry, preferably send some experts and engineers from the military industry to help us, around 400 people. We are willing to pay their salaries, and also, ask for more production lines!"

"And whatever they want us to do, just stall!"

"We must take advantage, but internal strife, we shall not partake."

Actually, since the beginning of 1991, Victor had been planning with Casare, Best, and other elders, for instance... following India's lead, using shell companies, corrupting some bank officials to approve large amounts of Rubles, then swapping them for US Dollars on the Black Market, with an agreement to repay within ten years.

The repayment would still be in Rubles!

Of course, he was not playing alone; Best had been in the Soviet Union for a long time, had numerous connections—oligarchs, military, local governments—relationships were quite complex.

They also used these relationships to extensively acquire blueprints, weaponry, and talent.

There were some achievements, like the NK32 afterburning turbofan engine blueprints, which Victor spent a million US dollars to acquire!


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