Chapter 215 We Should Support Victor!

New York, Liberty Island.

In the dark night.

The local police surrounded the area.

Although the Statue of Liberty... was still standing strong, it was severely damaged, with its arms missing and its face bruised and pitted.

The steel bars inside were exposed.

Many professionals were investigating the scene and gathering the debris of the victims.

On the periphery, the spontaneously organized people held candles in their hands and sang the American national anthem with sad eyes. In the innermost circle, a group of relatives of the victims hugged each other and cried.

On the outermost circle were reporters.

The United States, Canada, Mexico, France, Germany, etc.

The impact of this incident was very great!

When Bush returned to Washington, he directly defined this act as a terrorist attack and gave another televised speech.

In his affectionate speech.

The approval rate went from 25% to 90%!

Bush didn't know whether he should laugh at this time?

"I saw four or five men holding bombs and throwing them at the Statue of Liberty. After a few explosions, the crowd ran away in panic and screaming. I... I also saw someone jumping out of the statue and falling outside... Woo woo woo." A blonde woman sat in a wheelchair, crying with her face covered in front of the interviewing reporters.

One of the female reporters pressed on, "Why do you think you are still alive?"

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This interview question made the people around her very dissatisfied, and even her colleagues looked at her with stupid eyes. As soon as they saw the two MON-100 anti-personnel mines on the other side, they knew how this guy got to the top!

"Hey! What are you talking about?" The people standing behind the female victim booed him in dissatisfaction, and someone lifted his sleeves to beat her, and her colleagues quickly pulled her away.

"Madam, please tell me, when you were attacked, did you hear what they shouted?" A professional reporter took advantage of this gap to ask.

"They called out a few names, like Pablo and the North American Drug Association. I don't know what that means."

"Thank you, God bless you."

In the white house at this time.

Bush picked up the remote control and turned off the TV. He looked at FBI boss Floyd I. Clark and CIA Acting Director Richard James Kerr sitting in front of him, with his hands crossed, "Gentlemen, you have seen it, who can tell me where this North American Drug Association came from!"

"The DEA should be responsible for drug matters. It belongs to the same judicial department as the FBI. Maybe Floyd already knew about it?" The CIA Acting Director's tone was still thorny.

Floyd I. Clark raised his eyebrows, and looking at the other party's appearance, he got angry, "Bastard, do you want to practice with me?"

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MD, so angry?

He practiced boxing when he was young and had a stubborn temper. Once, when he was going home from school, he met a dog in the alley. He shouted at the dog to make way, but the dog ignored him and urinated on the electric pole.

Floyd I. Clark went up and kicked the other man in the balls!

He had a bad temper!

Hearing that he wanted to fight so directly, Richard, the acting director of the CIA, looked at his small body, then looked at the big guy of the other party, and shut his mouth obediently.

But that look was unconvinced!

Although you are better at fighting, stronger, and harder than me, don't forget that the boss sitting opposite you is from the CIA!

Seeing that the two people were still arguing at this point, Bush was also in a headache and slammed the table, "Enough!"

"I don't want the FBI director to be a muscle-bound reckless man, Clark!"

The other party took a deep breath, "I understand, sir, I will restrain myself."

"This matter must be retaliated!"

Bush made a decision, "But you also know that the aircraft carrier has reached the Persian Gulf and it is impossible to turn around. Our plan cannot be changed. To ensure the interests of Kuwait, we need overseas support forces to help us fight and eliminate Pablo!"

The CIA director's expression moved. This is him "We can provide weapons to the Colombian guerrillas..."

"This is a piece of intelligence that the DEA handed over to me through the judicial department." Bush interrupted him before he finished speaking, picked up the document on the table and threw it over, "This is from Mexico."

"The intelligence from the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency shows that Pablo's drug association includes the guerrillas you want to support!"

Richard James Kerr's expression changed, and he quickly picked up the intelligence and scanned it. There was a list of 17 organizations listed on it. He found many familiar faces in it. The CIA was their sponsor.

"This is impossible!"

"How could the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency have this list? We at the CIA don't even know."

"You've only been in office for 46 hours." Bush said so.

Richard James Kerr didn't know what to say. If this intelligence is true, then CIA overseas employees are simply rubbish!

Intelligence people are not as professional as drug control people.

NMD!

"I heard that Victor in Mexico did a good job. I also saw what he said at the press conference today. I think he will be a friend of us Americans. He has also cooperated with DEA ​​many times in drug control. He is a very good support target."

"This matter..."

"Leave it to us. We and DEA belong to the same judicial department. I think we have a great degree of cooperation and friendship."

Richard James Kerr saw his opponent speak, and he was not to be outdone. "This kind of thing is the responsibility of the CIA. The FBI just needs to keep their guns. Don't wait until someone makes you unhappy and then you shoot him."

This is a sarcastic remark.

Floyd I. Clark really couldn't refute it.

You can't just say, "Be careful not to get shot in the chest..." Bush frowned and thought carefully, "Okay, the CIA will be responsible for it, and the DEA will assist." "What happened in the past is in the past. I don't want to see the conflict between the FBI and the CIA again. Do you understand?" The two directors nodded vigorously. But Bush also knew that this was just a perfunctory move. He himself had been the director of the CIA, and knew that after sitting in that position, some things were not decided by you, but by your subordinates who pushed you to have conflicts with the other party. They are all intelligence departments, and they are all competing for interests! Coming out of the President's office. The two directors looked at each other. "CIA had better put down its arrogance. Victor is not a good-tempered person." Richard James Kerr's mouth twitched, "We don't need anyone to tell us what to do, especially the soldiers!" He left after he finished speaking. Clark looked at his back and narrowed his eyes. Can you do something tricky here? Pull Victor to the FBI side? Bush's warning?

That's nothing!

Unless the world is destroyed, nothing can stop us from tripping each other up.

How did Kennedy die?

Others don't know, but don't these high-level officials know?

At that time, Kennedy wanted Hoover, the old man, to retire early. Would the old man who had been the head of the FBI for 6 terms listen to him?

In addition, because of the disastrous failure of the "Bay of Pigs Incident", Kennedy was affected by this incident and removed the director of the CIA, and also weakened the power and authority of the CIA.

He offended the two major domestic intelligence organizations.

He can't live anymore.

Of course, this is only a small part, and there are too many people who killed him.

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After the collapse of the Statue of Liberty, the news also shocked the Colombian government!

But what they didn't expect was that this... was actually done by Pablo!

There are such powerful generals in the country?

It's really fucked up.

Can you not send us to the car of death? !

The government officials kept calling to question them, but they didn't dare to curse loudly. They could only sigh and lament, and tried every possible way to beg for mercy. Finally, they said, "The Americans won't give up. You don't want Colombia to be caught in the flames of war."

The world-famous Pablo became more and more rampant. He had already experienced the benefits of fame. It is said that some people in the Middle East also called him, hoping to learn from him.

He said to the senior official who called him, "Pablo in Colombia will not give up either. This is just the beginning, not the end. The Americans have enslaved South America for so long, and I will make them pay the price!"

Click!

He hung up the phone directly and smiled at Ochoa, "These corrupt Colombian officials actually think I am wrong. Can I, Pablo, be wrong?!"

"Of course not. Pablo will always be great, and Escobar will always be great!" Ochoa's flattery is good.

Sure enough, Victor's Casare, Pablo's Ochoa!

"So, destroying the Statue of Liberty won't satisfy us at all. We should do something more violent, such as crashing into the Capitol? Or killing a few more congressmen? Shooting a few rockets at the Lincoln Memorial, or? Breaking the Washington Monument?"

"It would be even better if we could blow up Yellowstone Park!"

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Every time Pablo said something, Ochoa's heart thumped. He couldn't even flatter him.

Damn it!

Isn't this American going crazy?

What the hell do you want to be decent? You have to go down in person. Hundreds of thousands of "fill-in babies" from the army will come down directly, and the air force and navy will kill you directly. After all, as one of the "two heroes of the world", if you don't make Colombia extinct, the Americans will probably not let it go.

Ochoa swallowed his saliva.

The sweat was really pouring down, and his shirt was soaked.

"What? Are you hot?" Pablo asked.

Ochoa smiled awkwardly, and a light bulb suddenly lit up his head. "Boss, the Americans must be prepared now. If we bomb them again, the effect will definitely not be that good. I think we should contact the Soviets and ask them to give us more supplies and arms."

"It would be best if we could have planes and ships!"

Pablo thought about it carefully and nodded. He felt that it made sense. I shed blood for the Russian bear, I fought for you, and I knocked down the Statue of Liberty. You must reward me.

What do you think the Russian bear will say?

It should say: "CNMDB x-on:￥#x-on:#%￥ # % # ￥ # %~!"

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