Americans don't have enough awareness of the dangers of drugs, and even later, a scandal broke out.
On May 24, 2018, in Wyoming, Warren Air Force Base was hit with a "tiny," very "tiny" scandal, where military personnel in the 90th Strategic Missile Squadron were found to be using drugs.
This was normal, U.S. Military personnel doing drugs, was just General Yu losing face... not a big deal.
But what caused a sensation this time was because one-third of the 400 American Minuteman missiles were managed by them.
Here comes the flying stick... How terrifying!
Unless you do a steam captcha verification before launching the missile to ensure safety.
The main reason the United States is so "cold" toward drugs is because one of its founding fathers, Thomas Jefferson, who drafted the Declaration of Independence, was TMD, a guy who specialized in growing "tobacco" on plantations.
For hundreds of years, drugs have been an American business.
But then you, Victor, came along, and, boy, you killed my Mexican partners, and you no longer allowed smuggling across the border.
My business was cut in half!
But I couldn't drop the employees' benefits, so as the head of the house, Richard James Curl naturally felt tremendous pressure.
The United States is supporting him now entirely because the Statue of Liberty was bombed, touching a raw nerve.
But your drug ban has touched the CIA's red line!
"Kill him, he must be killed!"
Senior Assistant Steven, "Sir, we have already installed a bomb on the departing flight. It will definitely kill him over the Pacific Ocean."
"Can you guarantee it?"
This once again left Steven speechless, unsure of how to respond. He could only give a forced smile and glance at his watch. Looking up, "It's time, it's time!"
No sooner had he spoken.
A red phone on the desk rang, and Richard James Curl hurried to answer it.
Steven stared anxiously at his expression, clearly excited at first for about a dozen seconds, but then his eyes showed deep disappointment, visibly.
He hung up the phone and looked up, expressionless, "The plane exploded over the Pacific Ocean, but Victor was not on it; he abandoned the flight half an hour before takeoff."
Richard James Curl couldn't hide his emotions, "F***! Is Victor the bastard son of God?!"
No, God is a Believer of Victor.
Don't get that backwards.
Even Jesus would have to pay respect in Mexico.
"Right now, immediately, guide the explosion of the airliner to Iraq, absolutely, absolutely no connection to us."
"What about the recordings on the black box..."
"The people at Boeing are smart, they'll keep quiet."
The two mongrels didn't feel a shred of sorrow for the innocent passengers who died.
To them, civilians were just civilians, they deserved to die if they did, cold-blooded creatures.
Steven was about to go and manipulate the media narrative when he heard his Director calling out from behind him.
Richard James Curl, with a grim face and a fierce expression, "You should know what will happen to you and me if this gets out."
Steven swallowed hard.
Old Bush didn't know about this, it was done behind his back, and if it got out...
Both men would have to commit suicide as an apology, and the thought of "suiciding" to death in prison made Steven shiver.
He didn't want to die.
In his position as a senior assistant at the CIA, besides the salary, he had status and position; he was an elite, and he could not die.
"Clean up the tail well."
Right! Kill the other informants!
Steven nodded vigorously, his voice trembling, "I… I understand."
He walked out, his legs somewhat stiff.
The CIA Director, Richard James Curl, with droopy eyes, fiddled with a bracelet that appeared out of nowhere, murmuring what might be a chant of Amitabha.
Look, Victor, making the Yanks turn to Buddhism.
"American Airlines Flight UC712 crashed, with 171 people dying on board! However, Governor Victor from Northern Mexico and his 41 subordinates did not board the plane shortly before takeoff. An informant claimed that this explosion may have been deliberate."
"According to a high-ranking intelligence official, the Iraqi intelligence agency played a special role, which may be related to the brawl at the United Nations!"
Saddam sat on the couch with a grim face, a hundred-dollar cigar in his mouth. He had a short temper but was holding it in.
This kind of smear tactic was despicable!
Who's the informant? Step out and let me see.
"Americans are like those who shit on their own faces, then pretend someone else did it!" Saddam's voice was rough because he was a bit under the weather.
"Should we make a TV speech?" Saddam's half-brother Barzan, a key figure in the Iraqi intelligence agency "Mukhabarat," asked beside him, looking worried.
"Will they listen? Will the world listen? The United Nations is as proud as a rooster guarding its eggs; they won't allow anyone to be greater than them. Since they want to wage war, then let it be war. Command Qusay to take overall command, Ibrahim Sattar to assist, and dispatch the Medina Bright Armor Division, Baghdad Mechanized Division, and Adnan Mechanized Division into Kuwait!"
"Destroy the U.S. Military and its allies on the shores of Kuwait!"