Chapter 207 Forrest Gump, the Ivy League Anti-Drug Ambassador!

Sandra Cisneros must have heard such an obvious rejection.

But this woman, pretending not to understand, attacked Victor intentionally or unintentionally.

It made him feel a little uncomfortable.

It's not that he doesn't like women, he just doesn't want any bad peach blossoms, especially such a smart woman. If you want to succeed, you must control your belt.

How many men died in this?

Business is business, don't mix emotions.

Most importantly, Victor wants this character to attract female reporter Belsaria Rumsfeld.

A heroic drug police who always fully charges at the front line, powerful in Mexico, but he also keeps himself clean and is a Nobel Peace Prize winner. What do you think of this character?

A man's body is sometimes a bargaining chip.

Don't learn from Martin Luther King, who slept with three women before his death, had an extremely chaotic private life, and was said to have a little cleanliness - like to eat shit? !

Of course, this is gossip, who knows.

By the way.

If the autobiography "Struggling Life" can win the Nobel Prize in Literature, will I be famous?

But I just thought about it, this name is too stylish.

"Director, the American guests have finished visiting the Anti-Drug Museum and have arrived at the City Hall. The dinner is ready." The secretary trotted over and said to Victor.

Originally, he was a little overwhelmed by Sandra Cisneros's "attack". Hearing this, he smiled and said to the other party, "Let's have dinner first. We can talk about the Nobel Prize when we have time."

Sandra nodded obediently, "Of course, I'm always here as long as you need me. Sorry, um, I'll go to the bathroom first."

Victor nodded and made a gesture of please come at your convenience. Looking at the other party's hips shaking and leaving, he suddenly had a whim and wanted to use the golden finger to look at the other party.

This look was not good, and his eyes couldn't help but narrowed.

"Keep an eye on this woman. Wherever she goes recently, find someone to keep an eye on her!"

This made Casare startled. "Boss, do you suspect she has a problem?"

"You have to remember that if a woman wants to have sex with you for no reason, it is impossible that she is attracted to your 10 centimeters. She just cares about what you can bring to her."

"Maybe, this is just love at first sight?"

"Do you believe it?" Victor asked back. "All love at first sight is just lust after weighing the pros and cons. Even if you want to have sex with her, it doesn't matter if you find out clearly." Victor patted his shoulder and said meaningfully.

"Never, ever, ever, ever, ever trust someone who approaches you for no reason."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the banquet hall with a serious expression.

Hmm...

How to say it?

An extra-staff "intelligence broker!"

Mainly serving about 6 intelligence agencies around the world, she was recently assigned by the CIA to get close to Victor and become his woman, so as to get more intelligence from him.

Fortunately, I have a golden finger, otherwise I would have thought that someone really coveted me.

Alas... women are natural actors, and it is easy for them to fool a man.

After listening to Victor's words, Casare nodded, not quite understanding, and Jason Bourne next to him glanced at him, "Do you understand?"

"Of course!"

"The boss's meaning is very clear, don't trust others, but you can make others trust you, and discuss the value of use before doing X."

"Is this the reason why you go to whorehouses?" Jason Bourne raised his eyebrows.

"I'm just saving fallen women, you should think about how to check the background of that female writer."

"Under the eyes of the Mexican Ministry of Information, no one can escape!"

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Colombia. Bogota.

In Blanco's mansion.

Ethan Hunt looked at the two strong men in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and extended his hand politely, "Are you the people sent by Mr. Pablo to help me kill Casare Gonzalez?"

The two strong men had scorpions tattooed on their faces, which looked scary. Facing his outstretched hand, the hairy one hesitated and stretched out his hand to shake it, "Benjamin."

The other bald man had a sinister look in his eyes, as if he didn't see his hand at all, "Elives."

After he finished speaking, he paused and suddenly asked, "Are you the gigolo that Blanco kept?"

"Elives!" Benjamin frowned and whispered.

Asking this question is equivalent to slapping him directly?

What man is shameless?

Ethan Hunt looked empty-eyed and held his hand back, "I am Blanco's husband, not a gigolo, sir."

"Husband?" Elivis sneered, but his companion pulled him. He looked at Benjamin, who blinked at him hard, so he had to swallow his words.

He sat down on the sofa.

"That's his personality." Benjamin explained.

Ethan Hunt smiled and nodded, "I understand, please sit down."

But he had already engraved a "1" for the other party in his heart.

After sitting down, he politely offered cigarettes to the other two. Benjamin politely took them. Elivis didn't even look at them. He took out his own cigarette and started smoking. He lit it and said sarcastically, "Sorry, I only like to smoke my own cigarettes. I'm not used to smoking those of a pretty boy."

2!

He added a number in his mind.

"Mr. Pablo asked us to follow your arrangements. Do you have any plans?" Benjamin asked hurriedly when he saw that the atmosphere was not right.

Ethan Hunt nodded in a low voice, "Blanco is dead. She is my favorite. I must take revenge. Thank you very much for your help..."

Before he finished speaking, Elivis suddenly said, "Oh, don't thank us. We just listen to Mr. Pablo, not to help you."

Ethan's smile slowly faded.

"Also, I don't believe in the plan of a pretty boy. We are responsible for the actions of our team. You don't have to worry about it. You just need to lie at home."

"Do you understand? "

"3".

Ethan Hunt called out the number softly, and Benjamin next to him didn't understand why. Suddenly, he grabbed the ashtray on the coffee table, stood up, and swung it back!

Hit him directly on the head.

He grabbed Elivis's shaking neck, pressed it on the coffee table, and smashed it on the head with a ferocious face, "Fuck!"

"Fuck you! I gave you three chances, and you still beeped. What do you think of me? A soft persimmon?"

After three hits, the ashtray was rotten, and the bones could be seen on his face.

Benjamin stood up in a flash.

"Fuck you, sit down, do you want to be beaten too?" Ethan Hunt pointed at him and asked with red eyes, "If you say one more word, I will beat you too! "

Gurgle...

This look...

Benjamin, who claims to be an elite killer, was a little scared to see this, as if it could swallow him.

Puff! Chi!

The three-centimeter-thick glass ashtray cracked directly.

Ethan Hunt loosened his grip, and the other person's body fell limply to the ground. He stepped on his face and said, "Remember, Blanco is my...lover!"

"I am his husband. If you don't respect me, you don't respect her. No matter who you are, I will fuck you. I am very polite to you. Why are you so rude!"

"Have I offended him? Have I! "

Benjamin blushed at the questioning, and met his eyes, hesitating, "Elves wrote a love letter to Blanco, Blanco disliked his ugliness..."

So that's it!

Even a fat pig dislikes your ugliness!

Do you think everyone has the talent to be a duck?

Do you think a man can make a woman happy?

Ethan Hunt was silent, "This is the last time, if he is rude to me again, I will kill him, and Mr. Pablo will have nothing to say." Then he put down his foot, "Take him down, tomorrow, we will go to Mexico! "

Benjamin nodded and helped Elivis down to find a doctor.

Ethan sat on the sofa. This is how you treat drug dealers. If you want them to listen to you, you have to be more ruthless than them. Even if this matter gets to Pablo's ears, he is doing it to protect the reputation of his "wife".

Why is he so fierce?

Are there any gentle Latin American men?

Pablo may even have to praise himself for doing a good job.

Swish, swish, swish.

Ethan Hunt looked up suddenly and saw Corleone standing at the corner of the stairs holding his teddy bear. The two looked at each other, and the other ran upstairs in a flash.

"Sooner or later, I will send you to see your mother! "

Ethan muttered to himself, very quietly.

Corleone?

Do you think that with this name, he is the Godfather?

In front of Mr. Victor, all the real Italian mafia have to submit!

Having lived long enough, only Ethan Hunt is kind-hearted. If the boss was here, he would bury you on the spot.

This is called cutting the grass at its roots!

He leaned back on the sofa and had to think carefully about how to kill all these people in Mexico.

But...

Casare is not a good guy either. Should we kill him directly?

Then push it to Pablo.

Hmm...

...

"A-choo!"

The fat man Ka, who was following Victor, couldn't help but shiver and sneeze.

"What's wrong? Have a cold?" The boss in front turned his head.

"It's okay, maybe someone is thinking about me. "Casare said with a smile.

Victor nodded and walked into the banquet hall. He could hear the noise from outside, but once he entered, everyone inside suddenly became quiet.

The reporter of the Mexican News Agency was recording the video nearby, planning to broadcast it during prime time. In the camera, Victor was seen with a "kind" smile on his face, raising his hand and preparing to say hello.

A young white man jumped up and raised his hand, "Hi! Victor!"

That's wrong!

This can't be like this!

Victor's expression also froze, and he glanced at the reporter. Casare hurried over, patted the other person's shoulder, and whispered in his ear.

The reporter said sensibly that he would definitely delete it!

This thing can't be spread out.

But who knows, after the young white man finished speaking, the others also stood up.

Shouts suddenly resounded throughout the banquet hall.

Americans...

Are you playing so directly?

You should salute.

"Very energetic young man." Victor could only say this with a smile, and clapped lightly.

"Sir!"

The young white man suddenly left the table and walked over. He was stopped by the bodyguards. Victor stretched out his hand to signal them not to stop him. The other party trotted, looking at him with shining eyes, and his tone was trembling, obviously excited.

"Don't be nervous, what's your name?"

"Forrest Gump!" The other party said excitedly

Victor patted his shoulder, "It's a very good name. Mexico welcomes you, sir."

My idol calls me sir!

Forrest Gump's eyes were full of hope. "Excuse me, when will you liberate the United States? Come to the United States to ban drugs?"

This question really made Victor dumbfounded.

Is your "sect" so radical?

Have I become a conservative myself?

"My personal power is very limited. You know, the drug dealers in Mexico and Colombia are in collusion with each other. They are trying to build a world full of drugs. This is something I cannot tolerate. I will fight them to the death."

Victor looked at them, "Maybe, I will die in battle, maybe my head will be hung on the bridge."

"No, sir, you will not fail!" Forrest Gump shouted.

"Even if I am doomed to fail, I will not fall down and surrender. This blue world belongs to me and you. In the end, it is still yours. In the United States, I certainly want to give you any help, but... I have to guard the door of North America, and my strength is very limited."

"Then let us join you!"

Forrest Gump patted his chest, "Sir, I served in the 1st Brigade of the 82nd Airborne Division of the US Army before. I went to Panama to fight. After I retired, I was admitted to Cornell University to study philosophy. I have the ability and confidence to contribute to the cause of drug control!"

This is talent!

The 1st Brigade of the 82nd Airborne Division of the US Army?

That is an elite force.

In the 1999 operation nicknamed "Justice Cause", Noriega's military regime was overthrown, and this unit was the vanguard.

I can't believe it...

This Forrest Gump is so awesome?

And he was admitted to Cornell University.

If he graduated normally, perhaps he would be a political elite!

He has a military service record, is white, is a graduate of an Ivy League university, and majors in philosophy... which is very suitable for politics. He is really full of BUFFs!

It's a pity to send him to the front line of drug control.

Is it possible to support a promising political star in the United States?

Victor's expression moved, and he used the golden finger to take a picture of him.

Forrest Gan!

22 years old!

He once served in the 1st Brigade of the 82nd Airborne Division of the US Army. In battle, he killed 37 enemies and rescued 6 injured comrades. After the war, he was awarded the highest medal of honor in the United States!

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No, buddy...

Are you kidding me?

Why didn't you mention the American Medal of Honor?

Do you have to be so low-key?

With such a resume, you must go into politics!

Victor also looked at him with shining eyes.

"You are a real warrior, Gan."

"Thank you!" the other party said happily.

"But a true warrior must unite more people, make a louder voice, and incite greater emotions. We need the whole society to support us."

Victor put his hand on his shoulder, as if to give him strength.

"I think you are very suitable to be a politician, because you have enough conscience."

"Politician?" Forrest Gump frowned.

"Status determines the voice, what do you think?"

The other party thought about it, nodded slowly, and looked embarrassed, "But I still need to study."

"Then you should make your voice heard in school and society first."

"For example..."

"Hold a circular speech in the Ivy League school. I believe that your eloquence will definitely attract more conscientious elites to join this war. You don't have to worry about any funding issues."

"Leave the money to us, and all you have to do is make an appeal!"

"Call for drug prohibition!"

"Call...CIA to screen overseas, just like dealing with Panama Nogales, and catch all these drug-trafficking warlords in one fell swoop!"

Add some workload to these birdmen.

I'm not disgusting you to death.

I have to give money to praise Forrest Gump.

Don’t Europeans and Americans like to create idols?

What about environmental protection, human rights, etc.? I'll just do drug prohibition!

Let's see who is politically correct!

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