Chapter 1112: Chapter 554: “Evil Dragon Plan!!

“What’s going on? Why are you all here so early, did something happen?”

Casare glanced at Augustine Przybylski. Seeing that he didn’t speak, he said, “At 3:15 this morning, Bramo led 200 armed men to swim across the Rock River to the south of Rockford. They launched a surprise attack on a regiment of the U.S. 3rd Infantry Division stationed there, killing the Colonel regiment commander, the Lieutenant Colonel deputy commander, and over 500 others, crushing their active forces.”

Victor paused as he was about to light a cigarette.

He looked up in astonishment.

“He’s that brave?!”

Is this a fantasy novel or what?

Casare himself could hardly believe it. Bramo, who was he?

A playboy!

He used to get into all sorts of trouble; car racing and fighting were routine, and he did everything except drugs.

He only went into politics because he was the eldest grandson, pushed in by Old Rumsfeld.

“War can change people a lot,” Casare had to say.

Victor nodded, his impression of his brother-in-law changing substantially.

Such an assault requires great courage.

“How’s he doing?”

“Not well. He was shot three times, twice in the legs and once in the shoulder. He was dragged back, but it’s not looking good. We’re short on medicine, and if an infection sets in, he’s done for.”

Victor’s brow furrowed instantly.

Infection!

That’s a sure way to die.

Casare and Augustine Przybylski left some things unsaid.

Like whether to transport Bramo to Mexico.

Because they don’t know what Victor thinks about it.

“Sigh, Belsaria only has one relative left. I can’t bear to see him die at the frontline either.”

Ever since taking this position, Victor realized he’s becoming more and more hypocritical.

Really…

Is it because you can’t bear to see your wife sad?

How the Rumsfeld family members die, don’t they have any sense of it?

We can only say, power really does indulge.

Casare had to nod in agreement beside him.

“He’s more useful alive. The battle at Rockford was too intense; it feels like the locals there won’t surrender.”

Augustine Przybylski also spoke, “We have no problem finding someone to ‘replace’ him; the Wolf Cave Plan includes preparations for him.”

The Wolf Cave Plan, also known as the Wolf Cave Substitute Plan.

It is a doppelgänger training program initiated by the Mexican intelligence agency for key figures.

Victor has two, named One and Two, and Casare also has some.

Besides, people with sensitive identities also need them.

Someone like Bramo, who bears deep hatred and carries the hopes of American grassroots.

If he dies, the substitute takes over!

The flag must not fall.

Of course, this substitute talk can be said privately, but on the surface, everyone is quite circumspect, considering it damaging to their image.

But no matter how you look at it, which tough leader doesn’t have a couple of stand-ins?

Without them, they would have been taken out long ago.

“So find a way to get Bramo out, send the double in, and also, the Black Panther Party’s actions are too slow, and their voice is too quiet. The whole world hasn’t heard them—let them pull off something big.”

Victor was somewhat dissatisfied with the performance of the Black Panther Party.

They’ve been given plenty of funding, whatever weapons they asked for, they got. And the result…

Now, they’re still like they’re in a tacit war with the local National Guard, isn’t that deceit?

“If Eldridge Cleaver doesn’t want to do it, then step down early and don’t hang around shutting off opportunities for others.”

“Just pass my words directly to him.”

Augustine Przybylski promptly responded.

“Anything else?”

“Boss, Caesar is two and a half years old now, should he be going to daycare already?” Casare said.

Victor was momentarily stunned, “That soon?”

Since getting married, he hadn’t really visited them, with Casare handling the daily life of the mother and son.

Time flies; he’s almost three.

“Time flies indeed.”

With a touch of melancholy in his eyes, Victor said, “Find the best daycare, but make sure he socializes with other kids outside, no private tutors.”

“I understand.”

Victor paused for a moment, “You tell Krista that once I’m a bit free, I’ll go see the two of them.”

Casare didn’t believe a word of it.

After the report, they left.

Victor finished his cigarette and returned to the office.

Tita Vanties was already awake, not wearing any clothes, her long legs crossed, as she was about to light a cigarette.

Victor walked over, pinched out the lady’s cigarette, and tossed it on the ground, “Smoking’s not good.”

Tita Vanties raised her phoenix eyes at him, then suddenly smiled, reaching straight for Victor’s trousers.

“Cigarettes have no taste.”

… (Another ten thousand words omitted) … (Don’t indulge too much, focus on health.)

The Pentagon, United States.

Defense Minister Norman Schwartzkopf stormed off the car, his face dark and ominous.

The female clerk holding some documents greeted him, but he did not respond; his eyes looked like they could shoot fire.

The scared clerk returned to the office, clutching her chest, telling her colleague, “The bull exploded again.”

The bull…

Was the nickname his subordinates gave him.

To describe his explosive temper; plus, he really does look like a short-horned bull.

“What’s the matter?” asked a curious colleague.

The clerk shook her head, tapping her head with her finger, “It’s got to be some issue gone wrong again, or maybe his wife’s been unfaithful.”

Norman Schwartzkopf returned to his office, slamming his palm heavily on the desk.

“Goddamn Congress!”

He had just returned from a congressional hearing, where he requested an increase in military funding, but it was shot down straight away.