When Lao Cao got up the next day, he felt a chill in his crotch. He was immediately a little annoyed at the medicine given by the legion - the medicine was good and could restore youth. It was just that it was quite embarrassing every day, and it was easy to make mistakes if not careful.
Looking at Sandra next to her, the girl has already gone to make breakfast. Although the army has a canteen, the girl made a good Mexican-style breakfast, which is more comfortable than eating in the canteen.
After breakfast, Sandra went to school and Lao Cao went to work. Today he is going to inspect the port of Veracruz. There is a small refinery and several oil depots. The crude oil extracted from offshore oil fields will be transported through submarine pipelines.
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Lula lit the fire of the "Three Antis" in the Port Authority. There was no trial, no plea, only a verdict. This "mad dog" hung a circle of "street lights" on the road in the port in one breath, and the Port Authority
The people were so frightened that they vomited out their gall.
However, this ferocious approach made the bottom workers in Mexico very satisfied - Mexico is not a legal country to begin with, corruption is the norm in the officialdom, and integrity is a strange thing. The bottom workers felt very sad when they saw the officials who were hanged.
Relieve your anger and shout the name of the legion commander!
As for why this is not legal... I'm sorry, the judiciary is too complicated. Uncle Zhou is opening many new departments of the Legion, but the Ministry of Justice can't handle it. Lena Fox is having a headache over this matter.
Arriving at the port of Veracruz, the car drove past the road with telephone poles. Looking at the horrific corpses on both sides, Lao Cao could only lament that the legion still had a long way to go on the right track.
Enter the port and get off the bus.
Lao Cao was going to check on the oil tanks that were scheduled for maintenance last week, okay? This matter was of great importance, and he was really worried if he didn't confirm it with his own eyes. And when he got out of the car, he saw several armed soldiers escorting a prisoner over.
, it looked like he was going to be dragged to a telephone pole on the side of the road and hanged.
"No, no, I'm not from the Port Authority. I'm really not from the Port Authority. I'm just a smuggler. I'm a smuggler from the Enclave. You can't do this, you can't do this!" The detained prisoner said.
He struggled desperately and begged endlessly.
It's just that all of Lula's men are hard-hearted. No matter what the criminal says, they will carry out the commander's order anyway - if the commander says to hang him, he will hang him.
When Cao Zhen passed by, he showed an unusual demeanor. The prisoner being escorted shouted as if he saw a life-saving straw: "Sir, help me, I am not an official of the Port Authority, I am a smuggler. What do you want from me?"
We can get it all. Oil, you want oil? Texas oil."
The disheveled prisoner screamed heart-breakingly. He ignored the escorting soldiers' rifle butts and stood still, twisting his body and shouting at Cao Zhen.
Hearing this shout, Cao Zhen stopped in his tracks - the army commander valued oil very much, but he was so powerful that he couldn't get oil through smuggling channels.
"Wait, can I talk to this guy?" Cao Zhen called to the escorting soldier in Spanish. Seeing the other's hesitation, he added, "I know your Chief Lula, if this prisoner
If it is useful, I can apply to Lula for a release order."
Cao Zhen's Asian face made his words very convincing, and the escorted prisoner was given a five-minute opportunity to talk. After being released, the guy fell half-paralyzed to the ground, gasping and saying: "I really
I'm a smuggler, and I can get everything you want from the Enclave."
"Let's talk about oil. I'm very interested in this."
"Of course, Texas' oil extraction capacity has recovered very well, but the processing capacity of the refinery is seriously insufficient. As long as you need it, I can help you get millions of barrels of oil."
Texas is a famous oil producing area in the United States. It also produces large amounts of cotton and beef. It is also very developed in high-tech fields such as aerospace and medicine. Together with California, it has become the state with the best development of the solid industry in the United States.
However, Cao Zhen did not believe the prisoner's words easily. He asked: "Tell me about your identity. How can I trust you?"
"My name is Rick, Rick Steen. I'm an official in the Enclave's oil department. I swear I'm telling the truth. You can check."
"You're an Enclave official and you're a smuggler?"
"Yes, this is ridiculous, but we just want to make more money. I want to sell oil to you and buy various consumer goods from you. But the Legion has imposed an economic blockade on us. What can we do? We also
We are in urgent need of all kinds of cheap daily necessities."
Rick Steen was very aggrieved at first, but as he spoke he became more confident, "We also need clean and comfortable clothes, electrical appliances that improve the quality of life, and funds from the export market. Why do you want to
An economic blockade on us?"
Cao Zhen asked the escorting armed soldiers again and learned that the prisoner who called himself Rick Steen was captured from the port. He had been hiding in the port area for a while and was trying to escape when he was arrested.
But he was executed as a port authority official.
Cao Zhen did not dare to have in-depth contact with this 'smuggler' without authorization. He immediately used the car radio to report to the army headquarters in Locust Ridge and let his boss make the decision.
"Legion Commander, if you have a strong demand for oil, then smuggling some of it from the enemy can solve your immediate needs. After all, our Ministry of Mining has just resumed production, and it will take a long time to increase production. I am afraid that it will not be able to meet your current needs.
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Cao Zhen made suggestions on the radio and silently waited for Zhou Qingfeng's decision. What he said was the truth. Mexico had just occupied Mexico and mineral development could not be achieved overnight, but the situation of the 'Enclave' and the 'Brotherhood of Steel' was different.
Much better.
The key is that Texas is too close to the Aurora Corps, and transportation is very convenient.
Lao Cao originally thought that it would take a long time for such a suggestion to be answered, but after Zhou Qingfeng pondered for a few times, he ordered: "You can try to communicate with this smuggler and formulate a plan of 'oil for commodities', and I will take care of it."
Coordination. I need a lot of oil, the more the better.”
Cao Zhen was using the radio to communicate on the other side of the road, while Rick Steen, who was half-paralyzed, stared blankly at Cao Zhen's expression, hoping to see some clues.
This 'smuggler''s blood pressure is constantly rising and his mouth is dry. If even the seemingly high-ranking official in front of him cannot save him, he will really be hanged.
"Who is your official?" Rick turned to the soldier escorting him and asked.
"I don't know." The escorting soldiers couldn't figure it out either, but they were certain, "Those who can put up the Legion's 'Aurora Flag' in front of their cars are all deputy ministers or above."
Hearing the word 'Deputy Minister or above', Rick's hope grew even greater. At this time, Cao Zhen ended the call, walked over with a cold face and said: "Mr. Rick Steen, you are temporarily exempted from being hanged."
It is your fate to die. But whether you can really survive depends on your next ability."
Hearing this, Rick suddenly felt that he could finally retract half of his foot that had stepped into hell. He laughed so hard that he could hardly speak. He could only nod his head and said: "Believe me, believe me, you will get a lot."