NOVPUB794: Chapter 434: Era?
Whose Era!_2
794 -434: Era?
Whose Era!_2
According to statistics from the Mexican TV station, approximately 40 million people around the world watched the “public interrogation conference.”
Many people called the Mexican Government Agencies to denounce such inhumane behavior, and some even cursed over the phone.
But… 𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙥𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝙤𝒎
No one showed up to protest outside the National Palace?
Looks like they’re just all talk!
Meanwhile, after the Mexican internet department released the crimes of these people and the entire process of the Fourth Battalion taking down Velupillai Prabakaran, online forums were filled with praise for Victor.
Many agreed with his thunderous approach to dealing with criminals!
At the very least, it serves to deter anyone who intends to commit crimes.
Goebbels seized the opportunity to create Victor’s account on U.S.
BBS websites, Mexico’s CBRS, and Asia’s “Great Wall Station.”
These accounts were maintained by designated personnel, and a long series of Victor’s work photos were uploaded, along with greetings posted online.
Just like that, he became the first “leader” to benefit from the internet boom.
Messages flooded in under his posts.
Victor, whenever he had free time, would sit in his office and read every single message.
“Boss, look, there’s even a woman confessing her love for you here,” Casare flipped through the messages list, laughing as he turned his head.
With a cigarette in his hand, Victor leaned forward to glance at the screen and saw a message that said:
“I must admit, you’re the most MANLY man I’ve ever seen.
You make me feel a bit excited, and I think about you every night, wishing I could climb onto your chest.
Loving you for the 77th day, Mr.
Victor – From the dormitory of the University of Southern California.”
???
At the dawn of the internet, there truly is no lack of freaks and weirdos.
An absolute kaleidoscope of personalities…
However, given Victor’s experience with postmodern online culture, he seemed quite unimpressed.
He calmly patted Casare on the shoulder and said, “Can you be sure whether it’s a man or a woman sitting across from you?”
The grin on Fat Casare’s face froze instantly, followed by a nervous twitch.
His mind involuntarily conjured up an image…
A burly man picking his nails, sitting at a computer, staring at Victor’s photo while typing two words: Brother~
Casare felt his Adam’s apple bob up and down, laughing awkwardly, “Pro… Probably not?”
Victor smiled but said nothing.
“People haven’t fully unleashed their freakish sides yet.
Wait until you encounter the LGBT community, then you’ll understand—human beings have an entire spectrum you’ve never imagined.”
Knock, knock, knock~
Someone knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Victor called out, picking up the teacup from the table and taking a sip of hot water.
The temperature had been dropping too fast lately, and he had caught a bit of a cold, which left his nose a little stuffed.
George Smiley entered, “General, something’s happened domestically in the United States.”
“The CEO of the First Huaxi Consortium was vacationing in Manhattan when he was suddenly attacked by a shark and fatally bitten on the spot.”
“A high-ranking insurance executive from MetLife was shot and killed on the way home from work, the assailants were two masked African Americans…”
“Then there’s the Rothschild family over here…”
George Smiley handed over several pieces of intelligence.
Victor set down his teacup, took the reports, and glanced through them.
The more he read, the more alarmed he felt…
“Good grief, does God need a team of financial advisors?” Casare quipped, though his humor was a bit chilly.
“It seems our General Donald intends to make a comeback.
Have we investigated the backgrounds of these people thoroughly?”
George Smiley nodded, “They’re all supporters of Is—”
Victor immediately understood, but what puzzled him was: why would Donald turn on people wearing the same pants?
Could it be…
They were unable to repay their debts?
So they simply killed their creditors?
“Dig deeper and find out the real reason.
Donald isn’t someone who acts on impulse; there’s surely more to this.
Notify me immediately if you learn anything,” Victor instructed.
George Smiley responded affirmatively.
Victor picked up his teacup and sighed, “The way this is being handled… really crude.”
The Pentagon.
Defense Minister’s Office.
The curtains were pulled, making the room look gloomy.
Despite the air conditioning being on, sweat was still dripping down Donald’s face.
What month was it?
November was near.
The old fellow bore a slightly nervous expression as well…
Riiiiing!
The authoritative phone on the desk rang out abruptly.
The person on the other end remained unidentified.
Donald picked up the receiver and exchanged a few sentences before snapping, “Enough!
And now you still want to escape?”
“What’s done is done.
Five trillion dollars in national debt, and with the Soviet Union collapsed, we need to swiftly declare our era to the world.
Do you know how many people and powers are waiting for us to settle the score?
I don’t have time to play games with them over splitting interests.”
“The military needs their funds, but they’re planning to send money to Israel instead?
F***, they are Americans!”
“Trying to use national debt to threaten us?
That’s absolutely impossible.”
The old man was shouting in a lowered voice, his emotions clearly agitated.
His words revealed his deep antipathy toward those capitalists.
Whatever the person on the other side said calmed him down gradually.
“We’ve agreed on the bottom line, as long as they love America and build a shared American Dream, then things can be discussed.”
“Fine, I won’t cause any chaos.
I also won’t deploy the military.”
After hanging up, Donald’s expression was intriguing.
“I am not wrong!”
“If Victor can do it, so can I!”
He was planning to use this opportunity to suppress the restless tycoons, increase military benefits, and most importantly, secure a larger budget from Congress.
His plan…
First, eliminate Haiti, then support Bosnia and Herzegovina’s independence, and finally turn his forces against Iraq.
Saddam’s territories—with their abundant oil—were too tempting, and the U.S.
military needed them.
Expanding their influence was paramount.
Moreover, according to CIA intelligence, ever since the Gulf Group fell apart, Saddam seemed to have suddenly regained normalcy, refining his diplomatic policies and altering his strategies.
Most critically, it’s said he’s trying to contact Victor to acquire intercontinental missiles?
This intel, Donald wasn’t sure where it originated from.
After all, the CIA provided it, and he couldn’t directly confront Victor about it—Victor would just snap back at him.
Regardless of whether it’s accurate, one thing was clear: if I can’t deal with Victor, I can certainly deal with you!
Enemies or not—sooner or later, I’ll strike.
Anyone who obstructs my “Great American Dream” can go to hell.
That’s essentially Donald’s mentality right now…
In his years of political experience, the Cold War period was at its harshest and most volatile.
Faced with the sweeping international communist movements, the United States was growing fatigued.
After the Cuban Missile Crisis ended, Kennedy may have won on a superficial level, but he was ultimately forced to withdraw from Turkey’s missile bases—America didn’t truly gain the upper hand.
When he served as an Illinois State senator, he was already shouting boldly: Take military action against the Soviet Union!
A textbook Cold War elite with an extremely aggressive stance.
Moreover, he was a war fanatic; he hoped to start one or two wars during his term.
Anyone who’s read his books would know about his disdain for the Gulf War.
“The sluggishness displayed by the U.S.
military during the war was suffocating.
It took merely half a year to transfer troops from Europe and U.S.
soil—an utter torture.
The U.S.
military only succeeded because Iraq was a small country, lacking cross-border strike capability and resolve.
If America faced a truly powerful nation, the result of war wouldn’t be so predictable.”
After ascending to office for the second time, he delivered a strong speech, vowing to “wipe out all of America’s enemies,” a declaration that resonated with the American public.
Don’t underestimate him.
Within three months of taking office, he proposed shutting down a majority of European bases, arguing they were redundant since the Soviet Union was on the verge of collapse.
He also aimed to eliminate the cumbersome heavy tank brigades and replace them with synthetic brigades.
Known as “The Pentagon’s Warlord,” his actions were ruthless.
Don’t think his humiliation by Victor diminishes his prowess—that’s only because Victor simply operates on a “nothing-to-lose” basis.
Originally, Donald wanted to leverage the “cheap son-in-law” tactic…
But the other party refused to take the bait…
Donald occasionally felt that Victor was more dangerous than the rest of the world combined.
He walked to the window, gazing into the distance…
“An era…”
“Whose era?!”
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