novelweb #490 - You are not welcome in the United States, come to Mexico!
#490 - You are not welcome in the United States, come to Mexico!
Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington D.C…
It should be considered the most bustling street in the United States, with tens or even hundreds of thousands of people coming to "pilgrimage" every day.
There's one thing America actually does well.
Raising dogs!
Remote breeding is simply first-class.
For example, the famous "United States Agency for International Development" actually uses money to attract a large group of "public intellectuals" in other countries, or buys some newspapers and television stations, and then instills in the public that "America is perfect."
For example, the famous 《Yix》, even taking a dump can be said to be full of American culture.
Of course, this…
Belongs to a kind of ideological war, which all major countries in the world are basically doing.
India?
Aren't they also constantly boasting that there is "firewood and blazing fire" love between humans and animals?
At least the left hand can not only wipe your butt, but also make you flying cakes.
Under the "fraud" of the United States Agency for International Development, as long as tourists come to the United States, they will almost come to Pennsylvania to see this so-called civilization.
Backpackers can be seen everywhere…
And sneaky thieves.
However, this day in mid-May is a bit lively.
Just saw at the gate of the White House, a man who looked like a beggar was kneeling on a… wooden cart?
His body also exuded bursts of stench.
His beard was all knotted…
His face… also had a lot of bruises.
He was holding a yellowed cardboard box in his hand, with the words: "I am not an American sinner!" written on it.
Many tourists pointed and talked, confused and full of curiosity.
"Who is this person? Can there be beggars in front of the White House? Is it so humane?" A pair of Asian backpackers, looking like a couple, the man said with a look of surprise.
"This person is a traitor to the United States."
Suddenly someone interjected, and saw an Asian standing next to him, squinting his eyes and holding his hands, "His name is Angel Urena, the former Chief of Staff of President Clinton. You know about the US-Mexico War negotiations, he betrayed President behind his back, betrayed the United States!"
"As a result, the United States had to pay a lot of compensation to Mexico. That money is all taxpayers' money. If the United States didn't want to undermine peace, a new war would have already begun."
Hearing his explanation, the couple suddenly understood.
"Then didn't he go to jail?"
"American law is of course fair. He was tried, but you also know that he has worked for the United States after all. He was only asked to resign, but he didn't examine himself. Instead, he always claimed that he was innocent and that the government was framing him…"
"Many people dislike him. It is said that his leg was broken by someone, but the government still gave him subsidies. But look, he still pretends to be a beggar to slander the government. He is simply a bastard!" The Asian looked like he was about to duel with the other party.
While he was talking, many people had already gathered around. Hearing his explanation, they all thought they had grasped the truth. Looking at Angel Urena, who was disheveled and dressed like a ghost, they were already disgusted, and now they were all immersed in it…
"Bah! So it's a traitor!"
"Heh heh, he dresses himself so uncleanly, he must be dirty in his heart."
Prejudice in people's hearts is a big mountain.
Hearing the backpackers' contempt, the Asian who guided the topic flashed his eyes, with some joy. This was his job.
He belongs to…
FBI!
"Do you want to settle in the United States?" he asked.
The Asian couple looked at each other, and the woman hesitated and asked, "We have this idea, but the previous Little Saint James Island incident and the Red Shoes Club incident in the United States…"
"Those are all slanders!"
The FBI employee snorted, "I have lived in the United States since I was a child. I have never seen such a thing. It is just a slander by Mexicans. A country that is not envied can only be poor and backward. We bear too much pressure."
"Look here…"
He took a deep breath, "Even the air is fresh, how can there be such dirty things, don't worry."
Hearing his words, the surrounding foreigners breathed a sigh of relief.
"I said, the United States is a beacon of human civilization, and it can never be a paradise for criminals, unless the Statue of Liberty falls… Hahaha…" A tall black man laughed with his arms folded.
But this…
He found that no one answered, and they all looked at him strangely.
The companion next to him quickly pulled him.
The black man then remembered that it seemed that two years ago, the Statue of Liberty was blown up by "drug dealers"!
Now that place…
It's still a mess.
The black man's CPU burned out in an instant, and he quickly defended himself, "Ah… the attack by drug dealers proves that the United States is positive!"
"Ah, hahaha, yes, yes, yes."
The people next to him then pretended to agree.
Angel Urena, who was staying in a small area, listened to the pointing behind him, his heart was as dead ashes…
When he returned to China…
That son of a bitch Clinton didn't give himself what he promised at all. Although he knew that he would kill the donkey after it was used, he didn't expect him to be so ruthless!
Want to kill yourself.
Did you think he came here voluntarily?
No!
As soon as he leaves here, he will die!
Clinton will make him shut up forever.
His child was shot and killed at university, and his wife jumped down from the hospital in grief. The hospital said she had depression…
This all happened within a week after the US-Mexico negotiations!
He wanted to run, but…
In front, behind, left, right, southeast, northwest, are all FBI people, everyone is staring at him.
His leg was broken by a gunman. At that time, if he hadn't been standing next to the police station, he would have really lost his life!
He can only come here every day… as a clown. Even if he disgusts Clinton, the most important thing is that he can live.
The other party is a person who wants face, how could he let someone kill himself in front of the White House?
But…
This is not a long-term solution.
He…
Just slowly collapsed in the people's spurning voices.
In his sight, he saw Clinton's secretary running out, looking at Angel Urena, with reluctance flashing in his eyes, enduring the stench coming out of his nose, squatting down and lowering his voice, "The president doesn't want to see you. This money is what he gave you. He said… I hope you don't do anything that hurts the United States again."
Looking at the US dollars in the secretary's hand…
Franklin's stinky face seemed to be mocking himself.
He grabbed it, tore the money in his hand in half with force, "Fake! Fake! It's all fake! Clinton, fuck you!"
He waved the money in his hand with grief and anger, like a goddess scattering flowers.
The secretary opened his mouth, looking at this scene in shock. That was thousands of dollars, enough for him to live on.
He couldn't say what he wanted to say, and finally could only sigh.
And the "guides" among the tourists behind him began to be sarcastic.
"Did you see it… did you see it? That should be Mr. Clinton's personal sponsorship of him. He also destroyed the currency. This kind of person should be arrested!"
"Traitor!"
I don't know who threw the banana first, and one after another people threw fruit.
Angel Urena was covered with "contempt", "scolding" and "insult".
His whole person lowered his head, his whole face was covered by his hair, but suddenly he couldn't help but feel wronged.
He just cried out.
The most regretful thing in this life is being a dog for the Americans!
The sky gradually darkened…
Dark clouds gathered overhead.
The heavy rain came without warning, pouring down in an instant. Tourists at the White House entrance quickly raised their umbrellas and ran towards the nearby shops.
The guards, too, watched quietly from a distance as Angel Urena struggled to push his cart across the ground, hoping to accelerate its speed.
"Look at him…"
"He looks like a dog."
One of the guards couldn't help but laugh, adding, "A drowned dog!"
Several FBI agents and guards standing nearby laughed upon hearing this.
People…
inherently desire to find so-called superiority in others, to mock a former White House Chief of Staff. Don't you think it's cool?
Although the strong only bully the strong.
But in this world, there are not many strong people.
America is just a bully who fears the tough and preys on the weak.
They see small gains and forget their lives, hesitate when accomplishing great things, are indecisive with good plans, and are not heroes!
"Aren't you FBI guys going to keep an eye on him?" a guard asked the agents smoking cigarettes nearby.
The agent shrugged. "He's going back to his kennel like a dog. We all know where it is. I'm not going out in this rain."
The other two FBI employees nodded in agreement.
They'd wait for the rain to clear before resuming their surveillance.
Angel Urena strained every muscle to push the cart.
He now lives…
in a park not far from the White House, where a kind-hearted person left behind… a doghouse, a large one, where he resides.
Go home?
Home is long gone!
There is no home anymore.
He struggled to crawl into the somewhat dilapidated doghouse.
It's not like he hasn't tried to find help from others, but who would help you?
His former partner, Vice President Albert Gore, resigned upon his return and went straight home to become a farmer.
But one day in April, while driving a tractor, he supposedly fell off a bridge and was crushed to death by the several-ton tractor.
It was simply a joke!
He died quietly, with only a few small newspapers reporting it, perhaps only to ridicule the manner of his death.
As for the money he had saved…
it had long been confiscated. The reason? Does it need a reason?
Now, all that's left is to live!
Like a stray dog.
Angel Urena curled himself into a ball, shivering from the cold wind, his stomach growling with hunger.
Shush—shush—
Suddenly, he heard footsteps. Already tense, he immediately stiffened, abruptly raising his head to see a man standing before him, dressed in a suit, holding an umbrella, quietly watching him. "Interested in having a drink, Mr. Urena?"
!!!!
"I don't know you people." He hurriedly tried to get up, already sensing something was wrong. Who would invite a useless person like himself?
Having said that, he tried to get up.
"Are you willing to stay here as a dog forever?"
The man in the suit said softly, and Angel Urena shuddered all over.
"Why not try to take revenge on Clinton?"
"Who exactly are you?!"
The man in the suit took a step forward, using the umbrella to cover the other man as well. The torrential rain hammered against the umbrella, all of it falling to the sides.
"Agustin Preucil."
Angel Urena muttered the name, his pupils suddenly shrinking. "Director of the Mexican News Agency!"
"You dare to come to America!"
This News Agency was "notorious." When Victor started in the north, he named his intelligence agency the News Agency, currently one of Mexico's three major intelligence agencies, the others being the Ministry of Interior (Thirteen Taibao), and the Mexican Counterintelligence Agency.
Moreover, it does not contend for first place.
It is said that…
the plane of the director of the Israeli Mossad was shot down over Afghanistan by them.
Angel, as a former Chief of Staff, knew many secrets.
"Why can't I come? Does America have tigers or lions? If so, then pull out their teeth. Just make them bark like dogs, isn't that enough?"
Agustin Preucil looked at him. "We've been observing you for a long time. If you want revenge, join us. A general, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers, will protect you."
Just like the umbrella protecting him from the wind and rain.
"Can you let me kill him with my own hands?" Angel Urena asked through gritted teeth. Treason?
If the country doesn't love me, why should I love her!
"The National Park bombing was caused by our Hydra."
"Hydra is Mexican."
Agustin Preucil didn't directly answer, only revealing this secret.
The other man's face twitched, his pupils dilated, and he was silent for a dozen seconds…
"Hahahahaha, I knew it, I knew it!!" He couldn't help but laugh, tears streaming down his face. "Hydra, hahahaha."
How could there be a suddenly emerging "organization"? It was just people playing games behind the scenes.
"Please, rest assured, Clinton won't last long. We've taken his life."
Agustin Preucil opened the Bentley door, making a gesture of invitation.
Looking at the expensive decorations, Angel Urena, who had seen enough of human wickedness and the fickleness of the world, felt a bit constrained.
"Are there any new clothes? The car… it's not good to get it dirty."
Hearing this, Agustin narrowed his eyes, smiled, and shook his head. "Our general said, the 21st century is almost here. What's most important? Talent! A car is a dead thing, your value is far higher than that. Once you go to Mexico, you will have more than you had in America."
It's impossible not to be moved by hearing this.
It's like drowning and suddenly someone grabs you.
He wiped the corner of his eye, perhaps tears, perhaps rain, and got into the car.
The expensive Bentley slowly drove away, gradually disappearing into the heavy rain.
"I know what you want me for."
Inside the car, Angel Urena said in a deep voice, taking a deep breath. "I know many government secrets, and I also know the private habits of many people. Clinton had me involved in a lot of things."
"For example?"
Agustin Preucil picked up a bottle of mineral water and asked as he unscrewed the cap.
"Clinton is impotent, he needs to take medicine every time, and he has a cuckold fetish. His wife was XXXed…"
"Pfft…"
The other man couldn't help but spit out the water, coughing violently. "Are you serious?"
"He also likes to be a dog for people, kneeling on the ground and barking."
"He likes to make videos and hide them in his mistress's house, and I happen to know that mistress, she's a greedy person. Give me $200,000, and I'll help you get the video."
Agustin Preucil patted him on the shoulder, excitedly shouting, "No problem!"
See…
A compatriot who puts aside moral obstacles understands you better than your enemies.
"Mexico, with you joining, will be even more powerful!"
An hour and a half later…
The rain finally stopped.
The FBI agents in charge of surveillance finally came out, but when they reached the doghouse in the park and saw it was empty, their previously nonchalant expressions immediately turned to panic.
"Not good!"
"Angel is gone!!"