"If one day we show even a hint of weakness, he'll pounce like a wild dog, and then we'll have threats from outside and troubles within, something's bound to go wrong."
Arturo Desena frowned tightly, "What are you suggesting?"
Endric, like a shrewd advisor, rolled his eyes craftily, chopping the air with his right hand, "Strike first to gain the upper hand!"
"Take him out? Aren't you afraid his people will rebel?!" Arturo had already considered it, but when he said it out loud, his heart still skipped a beat.
The Gulf Group controls the military, government, and commerce. The Southern Government is not big but also not small, with about 16 states under its control, and they are wealthy southern states. As one can imagine, Georgia's ambition grows with its expanding influence.
He wants to be the sole leader!
If Los Zetas and the Gulf Group clash, Arturo Desena truly doesn't feel confident.
"How can we make a move ourselves?"
"Find an opportunity to sell him out to the Northern Army."
Endric covered his mouth, "Aren't they meeting with the people from the Golden Triangle in Thailand in a few days? Then we can use this chance to expose him, and leak the information to the Northern Drug Enforcement Department. Hopefully, Georgia will be killed, and when we negotiate with the people from the Golden Triangle region, we can demand more benefits."
"A perfect two birds with one stone."
It's good to use your brains; this plan is devious but truly effective.
Once Georgia is shot, blame it on the Government Forces. Why did they know the intel? Surely there's an internal issue, then we can use the excuse to eliminate another group of people, and eventually, won't we control this government?
Arturo Desena was also fed up with being constrained, even small decisions needed discussion. He decisively said, "Do it!"
"Are you going to handle it?"
Endric nodded, "I can, boss, rest assured, I'm always on your side."
Arturo was pleased, patting him on the shoulder, "Once it's done, I won't let you down."
Building castles in the air?
Endric assured eagerly, making Arturo feel much more at ease.
After leaving the President's office, watching the other party leave, the chubby-faced "Minister of Foreign Affairs" squinted, muttering quietly to himself, to the point only he could hear, "They all want to be the boss, I want it too."
He wasn't a good person either.
Planning to anonymously relay this information to the other side before Georgia heads to Thailand, if he dies in Thailand, then there'll be no problem. But if he survives, don't you think Georgia will retaliate?
Los Zetas and the Gulf Group will go to war.
I can fish in troubled waters.
Endric's plan was good...
Now, just do what we can and leave the rest to fate.
Even the smallest group can cause trouble, but thinking about it, it seems normal, after all, it's a small temple with fierce gales, a peninsula with abundant sunshine.
Quan Xiaojiang could make unrestricted fighting in Guangzhou flourish, which was rare, but then there was a person named Yin Kaka, who in a rage for beauty, staged a real-life version of alluring the sovereign with wars.
It was like Old Deng taking a dump―forgetting to take off his pants.
707 people called out, but they couldn't even handle a few small councilmen, almost losing their issued guns. If it were the era of Quan Kaka, they would show you what six sticks a second meant, how dare you resist?
The car drove on the road, not yet parked, and dozens of people jumped out from above.
Does it look like now?
Yet it was also quite clear, a boss of a hero, was caught for corruption and found only 290,000, claiming the rest was spent on beef, and when the prosecutor asked where the beef was, he said he ate it.
One reduced rations drastically, from 4,000 Korean currency a day directly to 3,000, less than 15 bucks. If someone could show up to guard your door, it would be quite good.
Big bosses are not the same.
Like now, Victor's prestige in the army is soaring!
Reserve, army, even militia are being paid...
Victor's portraits were being hung in people's rooms.
In the army, every day before breakfast, lunch, and sleep, they shouted loyalty.
At this time, if you tell them to do something, they'll definitely do it.
Want to rebel with them?
They'll just hand you over to reincarnate.
Victor is nicknamed: Vic Kak!
The best way to maintain relationships, is to pay money.
Durango, Rodmo City. Police Department.
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed on the floor.
Deputy Chief Benjamin Alvarez was very satisfied looking at the red leather shoes on his feet, raising his head to the white man in a white suit, excitedly saying, "Mr. Campbell, does this mean I've joined the Red Shoes Club?"
There was a smile on the white man's face, but why did it look fake?
"From now on, you're the deputy minister of Mexico's branch of the Red Shoes Club. We'll make efforts to help you climb higher; the Hollywood actress you desire will be by your bedside tonight."
Benjamin Alvarez's eyes were filled with surprise and greed.
He had heard of the Red Shoes Club, notorious for its perverse methods, wanted by the Mexican authorities, and police departments were ordered to investigate and arrest its members immediately.
But, there's always someone who bows to money.
This group couldn't bribe Goodrian outside of Mexico City, so they could only set their sights lower,
Rodmo City, with less than 30,000 people in total, this police chief usually wouldn't catch their eye, but now...
They had no choice but to settle for less.