"Huh? Hawk? Dove? Wesley, what do you mean?"
Hearing Du Weiguo's slightly abrupt question, Richard was very surprised, even a little dazed.
Du Weiguo shrugged his shoulders and said in a relaxed tone: "Richard, you don't have to think too much, it's just what it means."
Richard did not relax at all, frowned and said in a solemn tone:
"You asked me about my attitude towards the Freemasons? What? Wesley, do you still want to instigate me to rebel against the Freemasons? Can't we work with you to deal with the Freemasons?"
Du Weiguo slowly exhaled smoke, his eyes were deep and his tone was also full of meaning:
"Instigating rebellion is out of the question, but if you are also a hawk who is hostile to Freemasonry, I think win-win cooperation may not be impossible."
Upon hearing this, Richard's expression was quite complicated and he subconsciously licked his lips: "What does cooperation mean?"
Although Citigroup's overall external performance has always been as tough as a gangster, there are actually hawks and doves internally.
Of course, the so-called distinction between hawks and doves is essentially a distinction between communities of different interests, and does not specifically refer to the soft and hard distinction in dealing with war issues.
Those who advocate a tough war may not necessarily be hawks, and those who advocate peace may not necessarily be doves. It mainly depends on why they are fighting and which party's interests are affected.
Among them, the hawks are mostly descendants of early white immigrants around the founding of the United States, while the doves are mostly descendants of later immigrants.
Most of the hawks are in the military, while most of the doves are in the parliament. It can also be roughly divided into a civil-military dispute, but it is definitely not a clear distinction, but there is me among you, and you among me.
At present, the two factions are basically in a balanced confrontation. In later generations, the dove faction controlled by the Freemasons won a complete victory and began to fully implement military deterrence, coupled with the policy of economic colonization.
The principle upheld by the hawks is to be based on the local area, preferring armed confrontation and war expansion, and the Cold War that has spread for decades is, to put it bluntly, caused by the hawks, a group of militants.
The Freemasonry, which has vast magical powers and is all-pervasive, started to open the way for gold and yuan after World War II, and gradually took root among the doves, until it finally controlled the lifeline of the world economy.
Du Weiguo briefly investigated Richard beforehand and found out that this old man was an out-and-out expansionist by force and was the backbone of the hawks.
To be able to sit in his current high position, Richard cannot be a mere commander. There must be a powerful interest group behind him to support him.
The leader said that the enemy of the enemy is also a friend. The best strategy is to drive away the wolf and devour the tiger, and use the strength of the enemy. This is why Du Weiguo chose Richard as the kidnapping target this time.
In addition to rescuing Laura Yeli in exchange, he also hopes to find an ally who can fight against the Freemasons.
Internal flowering is the only way to defeat the enemy. Even if it cannot flower, as long as it can find a force that restrains the Freemasonry, it is still good. Anyway, it will be beneficial without any harm.
Du Weiguo did not shy away from any taboos and chose to get straight to the point:
"Richard, you should know that I am at loggerheads with the Freemasons and will never stop fighting, so I want to find allies now.
Let's work together to deal with this group of greedy businessmen, among whom the hawks of Citigroup are one of my targets. "
"ally?"
Upon hearing this, Richard's facial features were distorted, and his expression was quite playful, as if a piece of shit had been forced into his mouth.
Although he was quite well-mannered and didn't laugh or curse on the spot, his eyes couldn't hide the hint that you're not crazy.
It's not difficult to understand when you think about it. Starting from the American jungle, the Green Berets were successively lost to Du Weiguo, and there was a reorganized brigade very quickly.
You know, these cuckolds are all veterans who have survived hundreds of battles. They are the best among the best. Each one of them is a baby bump or the firebrand of the special forces.
Du Weiguo single-handedly killed 300 of Xiao's men and lost nearly half of them. The Citi Army was so heartbroken that it bled, and they hated him so much that their teeth itched.
In addition, Du Weiguo also shot down four Wuzhi in the waters of Amami Island and killed many Marines. What's more, he also kidnapped the Japanese commander of the American army in spite of the public disapproval.
Du Weiguo had a bloody feud with the Citigroup military and would fight to the death. Now he suddenly said that he wanted to form an alliance. Isn't this nonsense?
"Haha~"
Richard was speechless to the extreme. He just let out two awkward but polite laughs. Du Weiguo, however, showed no shame and said shamelessly:
"Richard, I know that you and I did have some friction and unnecessary misunderstandings before.
But there is no conflict between us essentially. The conflicts between us are all caused by the CIA and the Freemasons. "
Du Weiguo's words are really not unreasonable. Based on the level he is currently at and the things he has done, they really have not affected the (hegemony) pursued by Citigroup's military.
In fact, Du Weiguo has never had the ambition to enclose land or build temples and sects. At most, he just made a fortune in silence. Therefore, in principle, he will never conflict with the hawks.
As for the relationship between him and the CIA, they formed a relationship when he worked in the Special Intelligence Division in Forty-Nine City, and the Freemasonry was because Du Weiguo wanted to kill Suat, the dictator of the Thousand Islands Country, and tampered with his family's cake.
The subsequent series of battles with the American army and cuckolds were all instigated by the CIA and the Freemasons. Du Weiguo did not take the initiative to provoke them.
Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt into the bonfire and explained in a sincere tone:
"Richard, even this kidnapping of you was a decision made out of necessity. I didn't even intend to harm your guards before I took action.
I originally went to check out the location on that section of the boulevard. Unexpectedly, the sniper team suddenly changed their positions. They met unexpectedly and were forced to exchange fire. "
Richard's eyes flickered, he frowned and was silent for a long time, and then said in a deep voice:
"Wesley, what you said makes sense, but regardless of the cause, you have caused irreparable serious losses to our military.
This is not something that can be easily wiped away with just a few words of friction or misunderstanding from your mouth. All the cooperation you mentioned~~"
This old man was very candid and spoke straightforwardly. Du Weiguo did not avoid the topic and replied openly:
"There is an old saying in China that murderers are killed by others. Richard, if you put the muzzle of your gun to my head, there is no reason why I should not fight back and let others slaughter me, right?"
Richard glanced at Du Weiguo in surprise. After thinking for a while, he smiled, shook his head, and replied in a deep voice:
"Wesley, I didn't expect that your eloquence is so sharp. You are fully qualified to be a politician. Let me tell you what your specific proposal is."
Du Weiguo took out a box of unopened cigarettes from his arms, slowly opened the package, and lit another one. Amidst the smoke, he said in a deep voice:
"Richard, I once heard a saying that war is the continuation of politics, and politics is the continuation of interests."
Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette ashes:
"Soldiers, it is your duty to obey orders. You fight bloody battles on the battlefield, and your heart and soul are gradually declining. You don't want to end up becoming a thug of a group of businessmen, right?"
Upon hearing this, Richard's pupils shrank and his eyes flickered, as if he was touched and moved, but he did not speak and just looked straight at Du Weiguo.
Du Weiguo looked at him without giving in and said in a faint tone:
"The Freemasons and I will definitely wage an all-round war. My ultimate goal is to uproot this group of greedy bastards and kill them all."
Speaking of this, Du Weiguo suddenly changed the subject:
“This group of greedy businessmen are like blood-sucking leeches, specializing in making money from war and national distress. They are very good at amassing money and are full of fat.
Their countless industries spread all over the world must be enough to support your military's military expenditure for dozens or even hundreds of years, right? "
Hearing Du Weiguo's speech, even though Richard had experienced hundreds of battles and was used to seeing mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he couldn't help but shudder and his skin stood up all over.
The Evil God is so terrifying. He actually wants to destroy the Freemasonry by himself and then swallow it up in one gulp.
At Richard's current level, he has entered Citi's core circle of power, knows many secrets that ordinary people don't know, and has a better understanding of the complexity and terror of Freemasonry.
If someone else made such wild claims, he would definitely sneer at it, but when Du Weiguo said it, he couldn't refute it.
No matter how awesome the Freemasonry is, how powerful and powerful it is, and how powerful it is, to put it bluntly, it is just a secret organization formed by ordinary people.
People will die. According to Du Weiguo's current ability, as long as he is willing, no one will be able to avoid his assassination.
Richard definitely has the right to speak on this point. If Du Weiguo wanted to kill him, there would be grass growing on his grave now, so there would be no suspense.
If Du Weiguo was determined to assassinate and behead the minds of the Freemasons without interruption, even the behemoth Freemasonry would never be able to withstand this bloodletting strategy.
Richard was a little bit tongue-tied and his voice was dry:
"You want us to help you deal with the Freemasons. It's absolutely impossible, Wesley. Even if we put aside the grudges between us, the Freemasons still have a huge say in the military~~"
"Fuck! It's done!"
Upon hearing this, although Du Weiguo's face was expressionless, he almost cheered with joy in his heart. Damn it, old Richard Biden finally took the bait.
Richard told the truth. The military has never been monolithic. There are many mountains and factions. The Freemasonry is pervasive, so it naturally has agents and the right to speak.
For example, Richard, the nominal supreme commander of Japan, was unable to do many things even on the ground in Japan.
For example, James of the CIA and Masonic Earl were causing trouble in the Okinawa base. He could only stare at it.
Of course, this is not the point. The point is that Richard was shaken, began to defend, and even began to consider the feasibility of the alliance from Du Weiguo's perspective. This was enough.
Du Weiguo nodded gently, his tone calm and calm:
"I understand your position and situation, Richard, and I won't make it difficult for you to take a clear stand and help me deal with the Freemasons.
My request is very simple, your military only needs to remain neutral, and I only want 20% of the huge wealth left by the Freemasons. "
Upon hearing this, Richard could no longer maintain his composure, and his breathing suddenly became heavy. The 80% wealth of the Freemasons is simply indescribable. This is a wealth as big as the sky.
To put it bluntly, 80% of the wealth of the Freemasons is probably enough to buy the entire Citigroup. Even if it is not enough, at least it can buy more than half of it.
Richard swallowed unconsciously and breathed quickly: "Why?"
Du Weiguo stirred the bonfire slowly, and a few sparks flew up. His face became a little blurry, and his voice was unusually low and touching, like a devil whispering:
"The enemy Freemasonry is so terrible, and at the same time, this cake is too big for my small appetite to eat.
That's why I'm looking for allies to fight this monster together and share this feast. How about it, Richard, are you interested? "
Seven days later, Richard returned to Hengjian Base alone and safe and sound.
Twelve hours later, the special operations unit directly under the headquarters, under his guidance, discovered several Asian corpses that had been killed in a hidden cave in Okutama Otake Mountain, as well as the AKM rifle used by the killing guards.
The next morning, Richard personally held a press conference in Tokyo, claiming that he had been attacked and kidnapped by the Japanese radical organization, the Musashi Working Group.
While being detained, he found an opportunity and brazenly killed several guards, escaped alone, and promised to retaliate against the incident~
A good move can turn your hand into clouds and turn your hand into rain! Richard instantly became a tough and lonely hero.
Meanwhile, in the English Isles, in Surrey, southwest of London, lies the vast and quaint Croft Manor.
In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Laura, wearing silk pajamas, holding a cup of cold green tea in her hand, was looking at the rain outside the window in a daze.
"Miss, the tea has cooled down. Let me change it for you."
A lean, middle-aged man in a neat tuxedo slowly walked up behind her with a gentle and calm tone. This was her old butler Edward.
Laura came back to her senses, turned around and handed the tea cup to Edward, with a melancholy look on her brows and a hoarse voice:
"Thank you, I won't drink anymore. Edward, how are you? Is there any news from Hong Kong Island?"
Edward took the tea cup and shook his head gently:
"Sorry, miss, as per your request, the reward has been raised to 50,000 pounds. Many people have provided clues, and some have brought black cats, but none of them meet your requirements."
Laura frowned, her tone a little impatient:
"Send a telegram to Hoffman on Hong Kong Island immediately. Anyone who comes with a black cat is a liar. Don't pay attention to it at all."
"Okay, miss, I'll do it right away."
Edward put the teacup on the coffee table and replied softly. Laura twisted her clothes, frowned, and muttered bitterly:
"Just kidding, how could Yeli be caught by ordinary people? Oh, if Wesley finds Yingjili, how should I explain to him?"
Seeing her sad face, Edward showed pity and asked softly: "Miss, you haven't eaten since noon yesterday. Do you want to eat something?"
Laura waved her hand: "I'm not hungry yet. By the way, Edward, how are my exit restrictions? When can I go to Hong Kong Island?"
"Uh~"
Edward looked troubled and replied carefully:
"Miss, I have asked someone to ask the Ministry of the Interior. You are not able to leave Surrey County yet. You will need to be investigated by the Ministry of the Interior recently."
Upon hearing this, Laura immediately became furious:
"Investigation, what are you investigating? Damn Citi Pig, you actually framed me as a spy. What were these losers from the Ministry of Internal Affairs doing when I was detained at the Okinawa base?"
There was really no way to answer this, so Edward could only change the subject:
"Miss, don't be angry. After all, Professor Brooke was unfortunately killed this time, so it is inevitable to be investigated~~"
Hearing him suddenly mention Brooke, Laura couldn't help but a hint of hidden hatred flashed in her eyes. She took a deep breath, suppressed the chaotic emotions, and then whispered:
"Forget it, let's not mention this for now. By the way, Edward, have you found the weapons I asked you to prepare for me and the shooting instructor I invited?"
Edward nodded: "Yes, miss, the weapons and equipment are ready. The coach will be here at noon."
Laura's eyes suddenly lit up, and she punched her fist excitedly: "Come on, Edward, show me quickly."
Hong Kong Island, Sheung Wan, a quiet three-storey villa.
In the luxuriously furnished living room, on the leather sofa, Earl crossed his legs in a grand manner, holding a piece of roast goose in his mouth, and was gnawing happily.
Diagonally across from him, James' face was as dark as water, his brows were furrowed, and seeing his heartless look, his fists clenched loudly, and he wanted to kick him in the face.
"Pfft~"
Earl spit out a bone into the trash can at his feet, picked up the hand towel on the coffee table and wiped his hands, glanced at James provocatively, and said in a joking tone:
"What? James, you want to hit me?"
James replied coldly:
"Yes, I want to kick you to death now, you bastard. We waited in Okinawa for more than 20 days like fools, but in the end, we got nothing."
Earl also threw the handkerchief into the trash can, lit a cigar, and blew out the smoke into the sky:
"Brother, don't be so pessimistic. How can you get nothing?"
James gritted his teeth:
"Fu*k! What a shitty harvest. I wasted so much time and resources. Not only did I fail to stop the Evil God, I even lost the weight on hand.
In the end, even we were kicked out of the Okinawa base. I suspected that some secret agreement had been reached between Richard and the evil god. "
Earl curled his lips indifferently:
"Bullshit agreement? It's nothing more than Richard's shameless self-direction and self-acting after meeting the exchange conditions."
James adjusted his glasses frames: "Earl, do you think things can be that simple?"
Earl sneered:
"Oh, otherwise, the evil spirit is not stupid. He doesn't dare to kill Richard rashly, which will definitely anger the American army. Richard also wants to continue to get promoted and make a fortune, so he directed and acted this ridiculous lone hero drama. .”
After a pause, he exhaled heavily, his tone full of sarcasm:
"As for the agreement, it's ridiculous. It's not even as good as a piece of tissue paper. Richard and his gang won't take a stand easily until the critical moment comes."
James smacked it secretly, as if this was the case, his face brightened slightly, but his tone was still dull:
"However, we still haven't gained anything and the situation is very passive."
Earl rolled his eyes:
"How could there be no gain? The evil god actually dared to tie up Richard for this black cat. This matter is extremely risky. Hey, doesn't it prove the value of this cat in his eyes?"
James gave him a hard look:
"So? Now the black cat is not in our hands, we have no weight, and I am also crazy.
He actually believed your lies and came to Hong Kong Island with you. Do you know that this is his territory and we have no advantage here~~"
The more James talked, the more excited he became. His eyes were red under the lenses, and the veins on his forehead popped out, as if they were about to burst at any moment.
"Oh, oh~"
Earl stretched out a palm and interrupted his rant:
"Brother, don't be so excited. Be careful of a stroke. The situation is not as bad as you think. That black cat is still under my control."
James's eyes lit up instantly: "Huh? What did you say? The black cat is still under your control?"
Earl shrugged:
"Of course, Fat Dick's sense of smell is amazing. As long as it's a "smell" that he's marked, he can always find it."
James was doubtful:
"That fat guy who eats and sleeps all day long. Is his nose really that amazing? Can you still find it after being separated by more than 2,000 kilometers of sea?"
Earl smacked his lips and explained in a helpless tone:
"He didn't smell it with his nose. It's hard to explain. You can understand that Dick was marked with his soul, and now the black cat has been found."
"where?"
James was so excited that he stood up immediately. Earl's eyes were cunning, his tone was teasing, and he said unhurriedly:
"No. 36, Pak Sha Wan, Sai Kung."
Just as James was about to turn around and go out, he suddenly realized and stopped his movements: "Huh? No. 36, Baishawan. Isn't that the lair of the Evil Gods?"
Earl nodded, his eyes were full of meaning, his voice was low, like a devil whispering, and he said word by word:
"That's right, that's the place. How about it, James? Do you dare to play something big with me?" (End of Chapter)
