[Chapter 743: Death for Wealth]
There had been a statistic circulating in Hollywood that suggested around ninety-five percent of people in the industry, whether directly or indirectly, had been entangled in relationships.
My goodness, I didn't know who constructed Hollywood, but the hero who saved it must have been the one who invented the little raincoat.
Don't be surprised; that place was just that disgusting. If you really wanted to keep your hands clean, it was best not to mix in Hollywood at all.
"Billy, what are you saying? Those guys don't do drugs?"
"Yeah, sir, we tested the waters a few tis. They generally preferred a little violence."
"Damn, how did those Russians operate? By the way, what ever happened to that guy from before?"
"Who knows? After he went to London, he never ca back."
A bunch of clueless CIA folks simply didn't know that compared to them, William White still had so boundaries.
As the largest consur of drugs in the world, Arica really was a strange bird. If they truly legalized that stuff, it actually wouldn't be half as awful.
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In the six months since Bill took office, he hadn't had a single mont of peace. He planned to interfere in every matter occurring in the world. Strangely, regarding the current chaos in Arica, Bill seed to be willfully blind.
"Andrei, what did you say? Those guys are CIA."
"Yeah, Tanner, it couldn't be more certain."
"Damn, these guys dared to earn money from anything."
"Right, that past punk controlled those girls through these sches. We've confird it, no mistakes."
Andrei was frustrated; so of those poor girls were from his hotown. If it was voluntary, he wouldn't have cared so much.
"Stop overthinking it, Andrei. Just arrange a little accident for that guy. Honestly, the worst troublemakers were still those CIA bastards."
"We are letting him off easy; he should be feeding bears."
"Ha, Max might have lions, but it seems like bears prefer cold weather."
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William White wasn't surprised by the news Tanner brought. A significant portion of Arica's drug market was operated by these guys; it certainly wasn't a secret among the higher-ups.
What? They often saw Arica in action. Ahem, if there were too many sellers, where else would they make their money?
Take a look at later developnts in xico; it was essentially a tragedy.
Well, the fallout from that was sothing Aricans had to bear in the end.
Only an idiot like Trump could co up with such a laughable idea as building walls. If Arica didn't consu, those ard with laundry detergent would collapse imdiately.
It had been said long ago: no trade, no harm. xico had successfully replaced Colombia and Afghanistan -- wasn't that the CIA behind the scenes?
"Tanner, these idiots have gone crazy. To avoid arousing suspicion, they needed to balance the books."
"Master, in that case, there's only weaponry."
"Heh, that's how it is. Gun control in Arica had already escalated; adding a few more wouldn't change much. By the way, Tanner, if any outfit got too out of hand, you could consider robbing them."
"Sure thing, that task should be a bit simpler. Master, Vincent Foster is dead. The official report claid it was a suicide."
The CIA in Arica was one of the most lawless groups out there. So things had simply beco tradition; it wouldn't make a difference who was in charge.
Staying in Washington was a bunch of fools who couldn't manage anything. In reality, they simply issued orders; how the subordinates executed them was entirely loose.
"Tanner, I never heard that na before. What was he, part of an outfit?"
"No, Master, he's an old buddy of our president and is now the chief legal consultant in Washington. That position practically made him family."
"The chief legal consultant in Washington would commit suicide? Heh, Tanner, what sort of complicated thod did he use?"
"Details are unclear; it's heavily classified. Master, this guy just returned from Switzerland, and we cross-checked with European records -- he t with Leo Wanta."
"Oh boy, that complicates things. It seems Washington agreed to spare him, but so people were far from pleased. Tanner, this matter is becoming a headache. What about Leo Wanta?"
"He's still in Europe; barring any surprises, the CIA is sure to bring him back."
Those idiots really couldn't see how things had spiraled out of control. There was no way they could still get that money. Tsk, tsk, that guy in Washington must have been scared out of his mind.
"Yeah, that seems likely. I don't know what promises he made to them for daring to take the fall for this." Tanner could only shake his head at the fool from Arkansas. In less than a year, just look at how many people he had angered. Did he enjoy living dangerously? It appeared that there weren't enough lunatics left in Arica.
William White didn't comnt on Tanner's inquiry. Although it was via satellite phone, it was still wise to be cautious. Plus, it wasn't his affair, so why put himself at risk?
He certainly knew what promises were made. The obvious matters were easy to handle; you just had to go through the motions. Eventually, you had to yield sothing. As for the rest, the charity donations totaled $250 million.
One had to admit, if things ca to this, Arica's history might very well change forever.
Trillions of dollars? Ha, that could easily allow one to beat the stuffing out of that big doofus Saddam ten tis over. With such a sum, how many heads could one bear the weight of?
He, William White, certainly didn't dare. Besides, even if that money was handed to you, you wouldn't know how to spend it.
Goodness, were you going to buy a country in Africa?
Well, if you didn't want a death more miserable than a pig's, playing a real-ti strategy ga might suffice.
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"Dad, these guys are totally outrageous!"
"Rember President Jackson? He defeated ard thugs with his cane. Son, always keep in mind; the job of the Arican president is highly dangerous. Are you sure you're ready for this?"
"I've thought it through, and I'm sure I'll succeed."
"Good, as for that Leo Wanta, who besides those greenhorns would want to get involved in such trouble? Heh, you think those old-tirs in the Federal Reserve wouldn't see through it? They were all old foxes; oh, and that little fox as well."
"What, William White is also in the know?"
Bush Sr. looked at his dimwit son, who seed to think it was easy to get that group all riled up.
"He must have sensed sothing. Look at how they operate; it's like they didn't know."
"Is it because he has too much money?" Bush Jr. mumbled, feeling disgruntled.
"You hit the nail on the head; having too much money actually rendered it useless. I'm quite curious, honestly, how much money tied up in this case made so many people wary."
When the Leo Wanta plan was set in motion, Bush Sr. had been in Washington. It wouldn't be fair to say he was fully aware, but he had a solid grasp of the general outline.
However, no one had anticipated the sudden downfall of that Russian.
Well, that guy nad Leo Wanta was indeed a genius. He simply picked the wrong profession; if he had stuck to being a broker or worked solely in finance, even Soros might not have been an equal.
The big shots who had been concerned for Leo Wanta had fallen into a deep despair. Just monts ago, those bastards inford him that Vincent Foster was dead, and he had died on the very day of his daughter's birthday.
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