Chapter 1253: Chapter 609: The Game Has Begun…
The blood flowed freely…
The screams were endless.
Seeing his miserable state, the government employees in the office felt somewhat satisfied, but looking at Marius Edward’s condition, they were still a bit uneasy.
The young man who had stood up to reprimand him earlier looked somewhat pale, glancing at his colleague and lowering his voice, “Has the Supreme Leader always been this…”
He didn’t even know how to describe it.
Brutal? Barbaric?
The colleague gave him a knowing look, covered his mouth, and whispered in a voice only they could hear, “Back in Tijuana, they used to kill drug traffickers upon capture, but later considered it a waste. Do you know what order the Supreme Leader gave?”
The young man shook his head.
“Scrape all the drug traffickers down to the bone. Human skeletons from Mexico became internationally popular, purchased by many medical institutions.”
The young man was stunned; this was truly the first time he’d heard of it.
“What’s that called in Asia? A benevolent heart, but an iron hand. I think today Marius won’t die, but he’ll at least shed a layer of skin.” The colleague seemed a bit gloating.
Primarily, Marius Edward was too clueless. On his first day at work, he demanded others tidy up his office. First, his rank didn’t qualify him for a private office, yet he insisted. Then, he kept mentioning his connection with the Supreme Leader.
Too high-profile, who would look favorably on him?
“Boohoo… boohoo…” Marius Edward saw Victor about to strike again and hastily waved his hand to plead.
Casare hesitated for a moment but also approached, “Supreme Leader, if you continue to hit him, he might die.”
Victor, having vented his chest’s pent-up air, appeared slightly appeased, stood up, looked at the bloodied ashtray in his hand, “Hand him over to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and have George Smiley investigate thoroughly. If he’s been causing trouble under my name, let him stay in prison and never come out.”
Casare trembled…
Never coming out of prison could mean two things: either locked up until death or dying inside.
Being Victor’s loyal lackey, he knew what it meant!
“I understand.”
Victor left with a gloomy face, and as he reached the door, he looked up at the young man who had just spoken, “What’s your name?”
The other froze, hurriedly replying, “Oscar, Oscar Schindler!”
“Very good. Sometimes standing up takes courage. I think he’s worth cultivating.” Victor nodded, the latter half of the sentence directed at Casare, who looked Oscar up and down, then nodded, “The young man studied in Germany, holds a doctorate, an outstanding scholar.”
“Then it’s time to add to his burdens.”
Victor finished speaking and left; naturally, someone dragged Marius Edward away.
Casare smiled and patted the shoulder of the bewildered Oscar Schindler, “Work hard.” With a bit of encouragement, he followed and left.
“Damn! Schindler, you’re about to make it big!” The colleague beside him, face flushed, looked at him with even a hint of jealousy in his eyes. Leaders wouldn’t say things without reason; sometimes a casual word could be worth years of effort, and everyone could see his bright future now.
The colleague slapped his own head in frustration, “If I’d known, I’d have stepped up too. Why didn’t this good thing happen to me?”
Oscar Schindler opened his mouth but then closed it.
Sometimes, opportunities and crises coexist. The colleague wasn’t wrong in wanting to protect himself by not offending others, but he also lost his sharp, enterprising spirit.
This society…
Is still too complicated!
His mind quickly calmed down. After exchanging a couple of pleasantries with the congratulating colleague nearby, he returned to his seat; he had a lot of work to do.
As Victor returned to his office, Krista Schroeder’s call came through. He didn’t really want to take it but hesitated and answered.
Originally expecting the other party to plead for Marius Edward’s forgiveness, who knew Krista Schroeder would instead curse her brother, demanding Victor severely punish him.
“The Vieri family’s reputation must not be tarnished by such morally bankrupt people!”
The words were spoken decisively.
Before hanging up, she casually added, “A few days ago, Caesar’s kindergarten taught them to paint. He did his first drawing of his life. When will you come to see it?”
Victor couldn’t bring himself to refuse and mumbled for a long time, “I know.”
Slam—
The call ended.
He rubbed his temples with a bit of a headache, “Women…”
Meanwhile, in a luxurious villa on the west side of Mexico City.
It was very empty—
Night fell without even turning on the lights, and it was pitch dark.
On the sofa in the living room, Krista Schroeder sat quietly, gently patting her sleeping son in her arms, her fingers softly brushing his cheek, talking to herself, “You need to grow up fast. Don’t worry, what’s yours will always be yours. Mommy will protect you for a lifetime.”
…
Victor’s personal matters were a mess, and so were the world’s!
After Saddam announced he had nuclear weapons.
The entire globe was dumbfounded.
Secretary-General Boutros Gali looked blankly at Mexico’s UN Commissioner: Joachim Ribbentrop’s speech, sneaked a glance at his watch, damn…
These bastards!
The meeting had run for over ten hours, utterly baffling.
Were these people wearing him down?
“Mr. Secretary-General, representatives:
“Today, we face not only the ambition of a regime but a blatant trampling of human collective security! The Saddam Hussein regime—this butcher who slaughtered Kurdish civilians with chemical weapons, who deployed nerve gas in the Iran-Iraq war causing tens of thousands of deaths—now extends its claws to nuclear weapons!!”