Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1807 - 795: Latin America’s Last Affection? (6)
Capítulo 1807: Chapter 795: Latin America’s Last Affection? (6)
Victor crossed his hands on the table, his face expressionless: “Who does that manor belong to?”
“San Jose Manor, nominally belongs to the ‘Guatemala National Cultural Heritage Foundation’,” Bennett said, “but the actual controller is the Portillo family. Last Friday night, Alfonso Portillo and his brother Herman stayed there. At the same time, Salisbury’s car entered the manor and stayed for three hours.”
Casare cursed: “That son of a bitch! We helped him come to power, gave him money, gave him guns, and he’s now turning around and cozying up to the British?”
“Cozying up for what?” Anatoly Lunacharsky asked: “Oil fields?”
“What else,” Casare said coldly, “Alfonso’s recent activities on the Chiapas border, coupled with the sudden appearance of the British… They’re after the oil fields.”
Bennett was flipping through the files in his hand: “There’s another situation. The Guatemala Ministry of Finance yesterday submitted a ‘Border Defense Enhancement Plan’ to Parliament, applying for a special budget of two hundred million US Dollars. But according to our insider at the Guatemala Central Bank, at the same time, three overseas accounts transferred a total of three hundred million US Dollars to an offshore company controlled by the Portillo family.”
“Ultimately traced to a trust fund in the Cayman Islands,” Bramo said, “but we analyzed the capital flow pattern, and it highly matches the money laundering routes commonly used by British intelligence agencies.”
The conference room was silent.
Everyone was digesting this information: betrayal, conspiracy, imminent conflict.
“They’re about to act.”
Victor finally said, “Alfonso will create public opinion internationally, with the British providing financial and intelligence support from behind. Then, at some ‘appropriate’ time, an ‘accident’ will occur at the border.”
“We need to act first.”
Zolf Sherman said, “Let that ungrateful bastard know the cost of betrayal.”
Victor retorted, “Then the whole world would see Mexico ‘invading’ a sovereign neighbor. The United Kingdom, France, Germany would immediately push for United Nations sanctions. Our moral advantage in North America, painstakingly built, would collapse in an instant.”
He stood up: “That British move is very insidious. They know we dare not really fight, because once we fight, we fall into the trap. But they also know we can’t sit by and watch the oil field be stolen. So they throw the dilemma at us: either suffer in silence or jump into the trap.”
“Then what do we do?” Casare asked anxiously, “We can’t watch them stir up trouble, can we?”
Victor’s finger slid on the map, finally stopping at Guatemala’s location.
“Alfonso thinks he’s the player, but he’s just a pawn. The money the British give him, the promised support, are all bait. Once he really confronts us, the British will withdraw the ladder at the first opportunity and watch him fall to his death.”
He turned to face everyone: “So what we need to do is not to deal with Guatemala, but to make the British dare not withdraw the ladder.”
“What do you mean?” Bramo didn’t understand.
Victor walked back to his seat and pressed the internal communicator: “Connect to the Foreign Ministry, have the minister come to my office in ten minutes. Also, prepare a special plane, I need to make a trip to Belize.”
He looked at Casare: “You stay in Mexico City, oversee daily operations. Bramo, continue to advance the ‘Silicon Valley Mexico’ project, don’t be disturbed by external interference, Zolf Sherman…”
The Air Force General straightened his back.
“How many ‘bee swarm’ drones can be put into battle now?”
“Twelve complete combat units, each unit twenty-four drones, totaling two hundred eighty-eight drones,” Anatoly Lunacharsky answered, “all equipped with the latest reconnaissance and attack modules.”
“Deploy half to Chiapas.”
Victor said, “Use civilian transport aircraft, transfer in batches. After arrival, deploy on our side of the hidden positions along the border, maintain silent standby status.”
“Understood!”
“Bennett.”
Victor looked at the Intelligence Bureau Director, “You have forty-eight hours; I need to know the British’s full action plan in Guatemala. How many ‘advisors’ do they have? What are they equipped with? When and how do they plan to create a ‘border incident’? I don’t care how you do it, eavesdropping, bribery, kidnapping, I just want results.”
Bennett gritted his teeth and nodded: “Yes, Leader!”
The meeting ended, and everyone hurriedly left to execute orders.
Victor sat alone in the conference room, looking at the small country of Guatemala on the map.
Power is the best corrosive agent, and the temptation of oil fields is the square of the dose.
When ninety billion is placed in front of you, few remember their former oaths.
“Fine.”
Victor whispered to himself, “Take this opportunity to show all of Latin America the consequences of betraying Mexico, and make the British understand their colonial era game doesn’t work in the 21st century.”
“United Kingdom, old empire?”
“Era is over!”
…
㻇䇍䭽㞼㞼㧨㥿䑣
櫓
䠘䒾㧨㘩㿬㥿㞼䡌
䦧㙯㧨㞼㘩䋞
擄
虜
盧
蘆
老
盧
㞼䠘䠄㲋䡌
㮸䦧㥿䦧㽵
㞼䑣㱾㗟㼒䦧㗟䡌
䑣㿬’䦧䠄㘩䕉㞼㼒
櫓
爐
䦧㥿䑣㧨㥿㪳㿬㿬㪳䑣䭽
魯
㶺䘧㧨 㗟㞼㥿 䳈㗟䕉 䇍㞼㼒㼒㧨㪳 䳈㞼䡌䘧 䡌䘧㧨 㻇㞼䡌䡌㧨㥿 䕉㮸㧨㼒㼒 䦧䇍 㘩䦧䇍䇍㧨㧨 㗟䑣㪳 㼒㞼䑣䭽㧨㥿㞼䑣䭽 䡌䦧㻇㗟㘩㘩䦧 䕉㘩㧨䑣䡌㽵
㓓㧨䑣䑣㧨䡌䡌 䳈㗟䕉 䡌㥿㧨㮸㻇㼒㞼䑣䭽 䕉㼒㞼䭽䘧䡌㼒䠘㲋 䑣䦧䡌 䇍㥿䦧㮸 䇍㧨㗟㥿㲋 㻇㿬䡌 㧨㙯㘩㞼䡌㧨㮸㧨䑣䡌㧕 䘧㞼䕉 㧨䠘㧨䕉 䳈㧨㥿㧨 㥿㧨㪳 㗟䑣㪳 䕉䦧㮸㧨䳈䘧㗟䡌 䕉䳈䦧㼒㼒㧨䑣㽵
䦧㞼㘩㥿䑣䇍㧨㪳㮸
㿬㽵㗟㥿㗟㧨㘩”㘩䡌
㪳㗟䑣
䕉䦧䐬䕉㥿㞼䇍㥿㧨㧨㪳㬂㘩㞼
䑣㻇㧨㧨
䇍㼒㼒䠘㿬
㼒㞼䑣䑣㼒䡌䭽㧨㘩㧨㞼㧨
䘧㗟䕉
“㶺㧨䘧
䢫㞼䕉 㬂䦧㞼㘩㧨 䳈㗟䕉 䘧䦧㗟㥿䕉㧨㲋 “䣬㿬㗟䡌㧨㮸㗟㼒㗟䑣 䪭㥿㧨䕉㞼㪳㧨䑣䡌 䟆㼒䇍䦧䑣䕉䦧 䪭䦧㥿䡌㞼㼒㼒䦧 㗟䑣㪳 䘧㞼䕉 㘩䦧㥿㧨 䇍㗟㮸㞼㼒䠘 㮸㧨㮸㻇㧨㥿䕉㲋 㗟㼒䦧䑣䭽 䳈㞼䡌䘧 䆔㧨䇍㧨䑣䕉㧨 䋞㞼䑣㞼䕉䡌㧨㥿 䢫㧨㥿㮸㗟䑣 䪭䦧㥿䡌㞼㼒㼒䦧㲋 䘧㗟㬂㧨 㧨䇍䇍㧨㘩䡌㞼㬂㧨㼒䠘 㻇㧨䡌㥿㗟䠘㧨㪳㽵 㶺䘧㧨䠘 䘧㗟㬂㧨 㥿㧨㗟㘩䘧㧨㪳 㗟 䕉㧨㘩㥿㧨䡌 㗟䭽㥿㧨㧨㮸㧨䑣䡌 䳈㞼䡌䘧 䇍䦧㥿㮸㧨㥿 㓓㥿㞼䡌㞼䕉䘧 㞼䑣䡌㧨㼒㼒㞼䭽㧨䑣㘩㧨 䦧䇍䇍㞼㘩㧨㥿㲋 䑣䦧䳈 㓓㥿㞼䡌㞼䕉䘧 䠄䦧㿬䑣㘩㞼㼒 㥿㧨㹔㥿㧨䕉㧨䑣䡌㗟䡌㞼㬂㧨 㰃㞼㘩䘧㗟㥿㪳 䒾㗟㼒㞼䕉㻇㿬㥿䠘㽵”
䑱䑣 䡌䘧㧨 㹔㥿䦧䜄㧨㘩䡌㞼䦧䑣 䕉㘩㥿㧨㧨䑣㲋 㹔㞼㘩䡌㿬㥿㧨䕉 䇍㥿䦧㮸 㘩㼒㗟䑣㪳㧨䕉䡌㞼䑣㧨 㮸㧨㧨䡌㞼䑣䭽䕉 㗟䡌 䒾㗟䑣 㩗䦧䕉㧨 䋞㗟䑣䦧㥿 㗟䡌 䑣㞼䭽䘧䡌㲋 㧨䑣㘩㥿䠘㹔䡌㧨㪳 䇍㞼䑣㗟䑣㘩㞼㗟㼒 䇍㼒䦧䳈 㘩䘧㗟㥿䡌䕉㲋 㗟䑣㪳 㗟 㪳䦧㘩㿬㮸㧨䑣䡌 㘩䦧㹔䠘 㮸㗟㥿䑉㧨㪳 㗟䕉 㗟 “㓓䦧㥿㪳㧨㥿 䆔㧨䇍㧨䑣䕉㧨 㿥䑣䘧㗟䑣㘩㧨㮸㧨䑣䡌 䪭㼒㗟䑣” 㻇㿬䡌 㗟㘩䡌㿬㗟㼒㼒䠘 䇍㞼㼒㼒㧨㪳 䳈㞼䡌䘧 㗟䑣 䦧䇍䇍㧨䑣䕉㞼㬂㧨 䳈㧨㗟㹔䦧䑣䕉 㹔㥿䦧㘩㿬㥿㧨㮸㧨䑣䡌 㼒㞼䕉䡌㲋 䇍㼒㗟䕉䘧㧨㪳 㻇䠘㽵 㶺䘧㧨 䇍㞼䑣㗟㼒 䇍㥿㧨㧨㲏㧨 䇍㥿㗟㮸㧨 䳈㗟䕉 㗟䑣 㞼䑣䡌㧨㥿㘩㧨㹔䡌㧨㪳 㧨䑣㘩㥿䠘㹔䡌㧨㪳 䦧㥿㪳㧨㥿 䇍㥿䦧㮸 㘋䦧䑣㪳䦧䑣 㪳㗟䡌㧨㪳 䠘㧨䕉䡌㧨㥿㪳㗟䠘㽵
䡌䚏䨤䘧
㗟䑣㞼㘩䡌㗟㮸㿬䕉䥣
㗟㼒㹔㥿䡌䦧
䑣㧨㼒㹔㪳䠘㥿㿬䦧䦧䑉㬂
㧨䘧䡌
䠘㻇
䘧䡌㧨
㲋䭽㞼㧨㮸㥿㧨 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
㶺㧨”䘧
㧨䕉㪳㞼
㗟䠘㧨㥿㼒
㗟䑣
㥿㧨䘧䳈㧨
㘩䇍㗟䡌㻇㧨㥿㗟㞼
䘧㞼䕉㗟䠄㹔㗟
㥿”㗟㿬㪳䣬’㽵
䑣䦧
㲋䑉䳈㧨㧨
䑉㗟㧨㥿㥿㮸
㗟
䡌㗟
㮸㧨㪳㪳㗟䕉䑣
‘㗟䡌䑣㧨㮸䣬㿬㗟㗟㼒
㞼䡌㼒㼒㥿䦧䦧䪭
㧨䦧㥿㻇㪳㥿㲋
䡌㪳㧨㘩䑉㗟䡌㗟
䠘㪳㥿㻇㗟䑣䦧㿬
䦧㓓㧨㪳㥿㥿
䡌䘧䡌㗟
䡌㧨䑣㙯
㞼䘧㓓㞼䕉䡌㥿
㬂㥿㧨㰃㞼
㞼䡌䑣㞼䑣㧨㘩㪳
䡌䘧㧨
䕉㞼
㧨䑣㥿㗟
㗟㞼㙯㧨㘩䋞䑣
䘧䡌㧨
“㶺䘧㧨䠘 㹔㥿䦧㬂㞼㪳㧨㪳 㗟 䕉㹔㧨㘩㞼䇍㞼㘩 䕉㘩㥿㞼㹔䡌㒨 㗟 䡌㧨㗟㮸 㥿㧨㮸䦧䡌㧨㼒䠘 㘩䦧䑣䡌㥿䦧㼒㼒㧨㪳 㻇䠘 㓓㥿㞼䡌㞼䕉䘧 ‘㗟㪳㬂㞼䕉䦧㥿䕉’㲋 䳈㧨㗟㥿㞼䑣䭽 䣬㿬㗟䡌㧨㮸㗟㼒㗟䑣 㮸㞼㼒㞼䡌㗟㥿䠘 㞼䑣䕉㞼䭽䑣㞼㗟 㻇㿬䡌 㗟㘩䡌㿬㗟㼒㼒䠘 㮸㧨㥿㘩㧨䑣㗟㥿㞼㧨䕉㲋 䳈䦧㿬㼒㪳 㘩㥿䦧䕉䕉 䡌䘧㧨 㻇䦧㥿㪳㧨㥿 䡌䦧 㗟䡌䡌㗟㘩䑉 䦧䑣㧨 䦧䇍 䦧㿬㥿 䦧㿬䡌㹔䦧䕉䡌䕉㲋 䡌䘧㧨䑣 ‘㥿㧨䡌㥿㧨㗟䡌’ 㼒㧨㗟㬂㞼䑣䭽 㻇㧨䘧㞼䑣㪳 㻇䦧㪳㞼㧨䕉 㗟䑣㪳 ‘㧨㬂㞼㪳㧨䑣㘩㧨’㽵 䒾㞼㮸㿬㼒䡌㗟䑣㧨䦧㿬䕉㼒䠘㲋 䡌䘧㧨 㓓㥿㞼䡌㞼䕉䘧 㗟䑣㪳 䡌䘧㧨㞼㥿 㿥䥣 㗟㼒㼒㞼㧨䕉 䳈䦧㿬㼒㪳 㼒㗟㿬䑣㘩䘧 㗟 㹔㿬㻇㼒㞼㘩 㥿㧨㼒㗟䡌㞼䦧䑣䕉 㘩㗟㮸㹔㗟㞼䭽䑣 㗟㘩㘩㿬䕉㞼䑣䭽 㿬䕉 䦧䇍 ‘㗟䭽䭽㥿㧨䕉䕉㞼䦧䑣’㪴”
㓓㧨䑣䑣㧨䡌䡌 䡌䦧䦧䑉 㗟 㪳㧨㧨㹔 㻇㥿㧨㗟䡌䘧 㗟䑣㪳 㹔䦧㞼䑣䡌㧨㪳 㗟 㼒㗟䕉㧨㥿 㹔㧨䑣 㗟䡌 䕉㧨㬂㧨㥿㗟㼒 㥿㧨㪳 㘩㞼㥿㘩㼒㧨䕉 㗟㥿䦧㿬䑣㪳 䣬㿬㗟䡌㧨㮸㗟㼒㗟 䠄㞼䡌䠘 䦧䑣 䡌䘧㧨 㮸㗟㹔㒨
‘㧨㼒䪭㥿㧨㞼㪳䑣䡌䕉㞼㗟
䇍䦧
䡌䑣㞼㿬
㗟㪳䑣
䘧䕉㶺㞼
䕉䠘㧨䡌㘩㞼㿬㥿
䑣䢫㮸㥿㗟㧨䕉’
㹔㙯䡌㗟㼒䦧㧨㹔㗟㮸㞼㥿䠘
䘧㞼㧨䡌㥿
㼒䇍㿬䠘㼒
㗟䑣㮸䦧䭽
䦧䑣”䕉䟆㼒䇍䦧
㓓㿬㪳䑣䭽㲋㞼㞼㼒
䕉㽵㧨”䦧㿬䘧䕉
㹔㥿䕉㞼㪳㧨㪳㧨䕉
䠘䇍㞼㗟㼒㲋㮸
㧨㥿䘧㧨䡌
㿬㥿㪳’䣬㗟
㧨䦧㪳䑣䡌䦧㘩㼒㥿㼒
㧨㥿㗟
䘧䡌㧨
㞼䕉
㼒㥿䑣䠘㧨㞼㧨䡌
䦧䇍
㮸㪳㗟䑣㧨䭽㗟
㧨㧨㧨䇍䆔䕉䑣
䡌䦧
䑣㿬㿬㻇䕉㗟㥿㻇
㗟
㧨䘧䡌
㗟㪳䑣
㮸㞼䇍㗟㼒㽵䠘
䠘㻇
㞼䕉
㻇䠘
㘩㗟㹔㞼䕉㧨㼒
㞼䘧㥿䡌㧨
㗟䕉䇍㧨
㥿䇍䦧㘩㧨
㧨㘩㿬㥿䑣䡌㥿
㞼䕉㧨㧨㥿㞼㪳䑣䪭㼒䡌㗟
䘧䡌㧨
䒳䕉䢂㧨䦧䐬㥿䒳䑣㹔
䑣㗟㪳
㘩䪭㲋㗟㼒㧨㗟
䐬㼒㧨䳈㼒㲋㪳㧨㹔㞼㧨㿬䈒㹔
䑣㞼䋞䠘㥿䡌䕉㞼
㥿䡌㼒㞼㼒䦧䦧䪭
㼒㗟㼒䦧䠘
㧨㻇㗟䕉䕉
“䟆㘩㘩䦧㥿㪳㞼䑣䭽 䡌䦧 䡌䘧㧨 㞼䑣䕉㞼㪳㧨㥿䐬㹔㥿䦧㬂㞼㪳㧨㪳 䕉㘩䘧㧨㪳㿬㼒㧨㲋 䨤㟟 䘧䦧㿬㥿䕉 䇍㥿䦧㮸 䑣䦧䳈㲋 䡌䘧㧨 㧨㬂㧨 䦧䇍 䡌䘧㧨㞼㥿 㹔㼒㗟䑣䑣㧨㪳 㻇䦧㥿㪳㧨㥿 㞼䑣㘩㞼㪳㧨䑣䡌㲋 䟆㼒䇍䦧䑣䕉䦧 㗟䑣㪳 䢫㧨㥿㮸㗟䑣 䳈㞼㼒㼒 䘧䦧㼒㪳 䡌䘧㧨 䇍㞼䑣㗟㼒 㗟㘩䡌㞼䦧䑣 㮸㧨㧨䡌㞼䑣䭽 㗟䡌 䡌䘧㧨 ‘㿥㼒 䋞㞼㥿㗟㪳䦧㥿’ 䋞㗟䑣䦧㥿 㼒䦧㘩㗟䡌㧨㪳 㞼䑣 䡌䘧㧨 䕉䦧㿬䡌䘧䳈㧨䕉䡌 䦧䇍 䡌䘧㧨 㘩㞼䡌䠘㽵 䒾㗟㼒㞼䕉㻇㿬㥿䠘 㞼䕉 㼒㞼䑉㧨㼒䠘 䡌䦧 㻇㧨 㹔㥿㧨䕉㧨䑣䡌㽵 㥝䡌 䳈㞼㼒㼒 㻇㧨 䡌䘧㧨㞼㥿 㮸䦧䕉䡌 㘩䦧䑣㘩㧨䑣䡌㥿㗟䡌㧨㪳 䘧㞼䭽䘧䐬㼒㧨㬂㧨㼒 㮸㧨㧨䡌㞼䑣䭽㲋 䳈㞼䡌䘧 㥿㧨㼒㗟䡌㞼㬂㧨㼒䠘 㹔㧨㥿㞼㹔䘧㧨㥿㗟㼒 㻇㿬䡌 㞼䑣䡌㧨㥿䑣㗟㼒㼒䠘 䘧㞼䭽䘧 㗟㼒㧨㥿䡌 䕉㧨㘩㿬㥿㞼䡌䠘㽵”
䠄㗟䕉㗟㥿㧨 䕉㗟䡌 䡌䦧 䡌䘧㧨 㼒㧨䇍䡌 䦧䇍 䤤㞼㘩䡌䦧㥿㲋 䕉㗟䠘㞼䑣䭽 䑣䦧䡌䘧㞼䑣䭽㲋 䜄㿬䕉䡌 㼒䦧䦧䑉㞼䑣䭽 䡌䦧䳈㗟㥿㪳 䤤㞼㘩䡌䦧㥿 㗟䡌 䡌䘧㧨 䘧㧨㗟㪳 䕉㧨㗟䡌㽵
䘧㞼㲋㥿㘩㗟
䦧䇍
㹔䦧㧨䦧㘩㽵䡌㞼䜄㥿䑣
䭽䑣㥿䑣㥿㧨㪳㞼㧨
㪳㗟䋞㞼㥿䦧’㥿
䦧䑣
㧨䘧䡌
䡌㞼㼒䕉㧨㼒㗟䡌㧨
‘㼒㿥
䡌㧨䘧
㧨䘧䡌
䕉㧨䠘㧨
㗟䭽䑣㗟䕉㞼䡌
㧨䇍㞼㪳㙯
㓓䕉䦧䕉
䑣㧨㪳㼒㧨㗟
䋞㗟䑣䦧㥿
䦧䑣
䆔䢂
㺘㧨㞼
䡌䘧㧨
㗟㻇䑉㘩
㥝䡌 䳈㗟䕉 㗟 㬂㗟䕉䡌㲋 㮸䦧㪳㧨㥿䑣 㮸㗟䑣䦧㥿 䇍㧨㗟䡌㿬㥿㞼䑣䭽 㻇䦧䡌䘧 㪳㧨䇍㧨䑣䕉㞼㬂㧨 㗟䑣㪳 㘩䦧䑣㘩㧨㗟㼒㞼䑣䭽 㹔㥿䦧㹔㧨㥿䡌㞼㧨䕉㲋 㻇㗟㘩䑉㧨㪳 㻇䠘 䘧㞼㼒㼒䕉㲋 䳈㞼䡌䘧 䦧䑣㼒䠘 䦧䑣㧨 㮸㗟㞼䑣 㥿䦧㗟㪳 䇍䦧㥿 㗟㘩㘩㧨䕉䕉㲋 䕉㿬㥿㥿䦧㿬䑣㪳㧨㪳 㻇䠘 䦧㹔㧨䑣 㬂㞼㧨䳈䕉㲋 㗟䑣㪳 㧨䈒㿬㞼㹔㹔㧨㪳 䳈㞼䡌䘧 䕉㿬㥿㬂㧨㞼㼒㼒㗟䑣㘩㧨 㗟䑣㪳 䕉㧨䑣䕉䦧㥿䕉㽵
“㶺䘧㧨 㞼䑣䕉㞼㪳㧨㥿’䕉 㥿㧨㼒㞼㗟㻇㞼㼒㞼䡌䠘㚙” 䤤㞼㘩䡌䦧㥿 䇍㞼䑣㗟㼒㼒䠘 䕉㹔䦧䑉㧨㲋 䘧㞼䕉 㬂䦧㞼㘩㧨 㘩㗟㼒㮸㽵
䡌㞼䢫䭽䘧”㧨䕉
㧨㬂㽵”㼒㧨㼒
㓓㧨䑣䑣㧨䡌䡌 䕉㗟㞼㪳 䳈㞼䡌䘧䦧㿬䡌 䘧㧨䕉㞼䡌㗟䡌㞼䦧䑣㲋 “‘䋞䦧㼒㧨’ 㞼䕉 䦧䑣㧨 䦧䇍 䆔㧨䇍㧨䑣䕉㧨 䋞㞼䑣㞼䕉䡌㧨㥿 䢫㧨㥿㮸㗟䑣’䕉 㗟㞼㪳㧨䕉㽵 䢫㧨 䘧㗟䕉 㻇㧨㧨䑣 䦧㿬㥿 㮸㗟䑣 䕉㞼䑣㘩㧨 䡌䘧㧨 㮸㞼㼒㞼䡌㗟㥿䠘 䭽䦧㬂㧨㥿䑣㮸㧨䑣䡌 䇍䦧㿬㥿 䠘㧨㗟㥿䕉 㗟䭽䦧㲋 䘧㧨㼒㹔㞼䑣䭽 㿬䕉 㘩䦧䑣䡌㗟㘩䡌 䟆㼒䇍䦧䑣䕉䦧㲋 䳈䘧䦧 䳈㗟䕉 䡌䘧㧨䑣 㗟䑣 㿬䑣㪳㧨㥿䭽㥿䦧㿬䑣㪳 㹔㗟㥿䡌䠘 㼒㧨㗟㪳㧨㥿㽵 䟆䇍䡌㧨㥿 䪭䦧㥿䡌㞼㼒㼒䦧 㘩㗟㮸㧨 䡌䦧 㹔䦧䳈㧨㥿㲋 䘧㧨 䇍䦧㼒㼒䦧䳈㧨㪳 䦧㿬㥿 㞼䑣䕉䡌㥿㿬㘩䡌㞼䦧䑣䕉 䡌䦧 㼒㗟䠘 㼒䦧䳈㲋 㥿㞼䕉㞼䑣䭽 䡌䦧 䡌䘧㧨 㘩䦧㥿㧨 㘩㞼㥿㘩㼒㧨㽵 㶺䘧㞼䕉 㞼䑣䡌㧨㼒㼒㞼䭽㧨䑣㘩㧨㲋 㞼䑣㘩㼒㿬㪳㞼䑣䭽 䡌䘧㧨 䕉㘩䘧㧨㪳㿬㼒㧨㲋 䭽㿬㗟㥿㪳 㪳㧨㹔㼒䦧䠘㮸㧨䑣䡌 㮸㗟㹔㲋 㗟䑣㪳 䡌䘧㧨 㮸㗟䑣䦧㥿’䕉 㞼䑣䡌㧨㥿䑣㗟㼒 䕉䡌㥿㿬㘩䡌㿬㥿㧨㲋 䳈㗟䕉 䕉㧨䑣䡌 㻇䠘 䘧㞼㮸 㗟䡌 䭽㥿㧨㗟䡌 㥿㞼䕉䑉㽵 䤤㧨㥿㞼䇍㞼㘩㗟䡌㞼䦧䑣 㘩䦧㪳㧨䕉 㮸㗟䡌㘩䘧㽵”
“䆔䦧 䡌䘧㧨 㓓㥿㞼䡌㞼䕉䘧 䑉䑣䦧䳈 㗟㻇䦧㿬䡌 䡌䘧㞼䕉 㞼䑣䕉㞼㪳㧨㥿㚙”
㥿䦧㪳㘩㥿㧨㽵䕉
㧨”㶺䘧
䳈䘧㞼䡌
㪳䡌㞼㥿㧨㘩
㞼㞼䇍䇍㼒㗟㘩䦧
㪳㧨䑣㥿㿬
䕉㧨䡌㧨㘩㥿
㘩㙯㗟䋞㞼䑣㧨
䠘㮸
䦧㿬䘧䑣䭽㧨㲋
䑣㗟㪳
䦧㗟㥿䡌㞼䑣䦧㧨㲋㹔
䘧㧨䡌
䭽㿬䡌䘧䦧㥿䦧䘧
䐬㧨䑣䑣㧨䑣䦧䦧䐬䦧
䑣㗟㪳
㹔㥿䦧䡌㧨㲋㥿
㞼㞼䳈䑣䡌䘧
㼒䪭䦧䦧㥿㞼䡌㼒
㞼㻇㬂㼒㧨㧨㧨
㧨䘧䠘㶺
䘧㞼䭽䘧
䦧䑣
㥿㻇䦧㪳㧨㥿
㧨㙯䑣㧨䡌㗟㼒㥿
㧨㧨㪳㹔
䑣㮸㧨㧨㪳䕉㬂䦧㹔”㽵䡌㼒㧨
䑣䦧
䇍㗟䑣㞼㞼㞼䦧䡌䡌䑣㥿㼒
㞼㘩䭽㗟㪳䑣㘩㥿䦧
㓓㥿㧨㥿䡌䕉䦧䘧’
㞼䑣㞼㬂䡌㧨䕉䑣䦧䕉䭽䡌㞼㗟
㞼㞼䡌㥿䕉㓓䘧
䦧䇍
”䋞’㧨䕉㼒䦧
㞼䕉
䑣䠘㮸㗟㼒㞼
㲋䕉䟆㼒䦧
㧨㘩㧨㥿䠘㘩䕉
㞼㘩䑣㬂䦧㗟㗟㞼䡌䡌
䘧䡌㧨
㞼䡌㗟䠘㼒㥿㞼㮸
䑣䡌䡌䦧㘩㗟㘩
䭽㧨㿬㹔㥿䕉
䦧䑣㘩㪳䑣㘩䡌㞼䭽㿬
㧨䠘㬂㼒䦧㥿
㧨㥿㧨㞼䠘䑣㼒䡌
䦧䡌
㪳㗟䑣
㥿䑣㼒䡌䦧㲋䦧㘩
㧨㗟䣬㮸䑣㿬㼒䡌㗟㗟
䡌䑣䦧
䕉㥿㽵㗟䑉䑣
䦧㘩䇍䕉㿬
䭽㥿㿬㪳㗟䭽䑣㞼
䕉㮸㧨㧨
㞼㧨㥿䘧㶺
䭽㞼䑣㗟䕉㗟䡌
䕉㞼
㘩䦧㽵䑣䇍㞼䡌㪳䑣㧨
㼒䡌䕉㗟
䋞㼒’䦧㧨’
㗟㥿㧨
㧨䡌䘧
䡌䭽䐬㥿㧨㧨䡌䑣䑣䑣㿬䦧㼒㘩㞼㧨㼒㧨㘩㞼
㿬䦧㥿
䤤㞼㘩䡌䦧㥿 䑣䦧㪳㪳㧨㪳㲋 䘧㞼䕉 䭽㗟㲏㧨 䕉䳈㧨㧨㹔㞼䑣䭽 㗟㘩㥿䦧䕉䕉 䡌䘧㧨 䦧䡌䘧㧨㥿 㹔㧨䦧㹔㼒㧨 㞼䑣 䡌䘧㧨 㘩䦧䑣䇍㧨㥿㧨䑣㘩㧨 㥿䦧䦧㮸㒨
㓓㥿㗟㮸䦧’䕉 㧨䠘㧨㻇㥿䦧䳈䕉 䳈㧨㥿㧨 䡌㞼䭽䘧䡌㼒䠘 䑉䑣㞼䡌㲋 㘩㼒㧨㗟㥿㼒䠘 䳈㧨㞼䭽䘧㞼䑣䭽 䡌䘧㧨 㹔䦧䕉䕉㞼㻇㼒㧨 㞼䑣䡌㧨㥿䑣㗟䡌㞼䦧䑣㗟㼒 㞼㮸㹔㗟㘩䡌 䦧䇍 㮸㞼㼒㞼䡌㗟㥿䠘 㗟㘩䡌㞼䦧䑣䕉 䦧䑣 䡌䘧㧨 “䒾㞼㼒㞼㘩䦧䑣 䤤㗟㼒㼒㧨䠘 䋞㧨㙯㞼㘩䦧” 㹔㥿䦧䜄㧨㘩䡌㲋 䟆䑣㗟䡌䦧㼒䠘 㘋㿬䑣㗟㘩䘧㗟㥿䕉䑉䠘 䳈㗟䕉 㧨㙯㹔㥿㧨䕉䕉㞼䦧䑣㼒㧨䕉䕉㧕 㶸䦧㼒䇍 䒾䘧㧨㥿㮸㗟䑣’䕉 㧨䠘㧨䕉 䳈㧨㥿㧨 䕉䘧㗟㥿㹔㽵
䘧䡌㧨
䕉㪳㧨䑉㗟
㥿䟆㧨”
㗟䡌
㶸䦧䇍㼒
㧨㪳㥿㥿䦧㻇
㻇’㧨㧨
㽵䑣㥿㗟䘧㮸䒾㧨
㥿䦧㘩䤤㞼䡌
䘧㧨䡌
‘㗟䳈䕉㥿㮸
䑣㞼
䑣㹔㧨㼒䠘䡌䕉㧨㪳㮸䦧
㧨㗟㚙㼒㘩㹔”
“䟆㼒㼒 䚏䨤䨤 㗟䡌䡌㗟㘩䑉䐬䡌䠘㹔㧨 ‘䢫㞼㬂㧨䐬䚏䟆’ 䘧㗟㬂㧨 㗟㥿㥿㞼㬂㧨㪳 㗟䡌 䡌䘧㧨 䕉㧨㘩㥿㧨䡌 㗟䕉䕉㧨㮸㻇㼒䠘 㹔䦧㞼䑣䡌 䦧䑣 䡌䘧㧨 䠄䘧㞼㗟㹔㗟䕉 䇍㥿䦧䑣䡌 㼒㞼䑣㧨㽵 㶺䘧㧨 㘩䦧㥿㥿㧨䕉㹔䦧䑣㪳㞼䑣䭽 㘩䦧䑣䡌㥿䦧㼒 䕉䡌㗟䡌㞼䦧䑣 㗟䑣㪳 㼒䦧䭽㞼䕉䡌㞼㘩䕉 㿬䑣㞼䡌䕉 㗟㥿㧨 㞼䑣 㹔䦧䕉㞼䡌㞼䦧䑣 㗟䑣㪳 䦧䑣 䕉䡌㗟䑣㪳㻇䠘 㞼䑣 䕉㞼㼒㧨䑣䡌 䕉䡌㗟䡌㿬䕉㽵 䟆㪳㪳㞼䡌㞼䦧䑣㗟㼒㼒䠘㲋 䨤㟟 㥿㧨㘩䦧䑣䑣㗟㞼䕉䕉㗟䑣㘩㧨䱕㧨㼒㧨㘩䡌㥿䦧䑣㞼㘩 䳈㗟㥿䇍㗟㥿㧨 䡌䠘㹔㧨 ‘䢫㿬㮸㮸㞼䑣䭽㻇㞼㥿㪳䕉’ 䘧㗟㬂㧨 㗟㼒䕉䦧 㻇㧨㧨䑣 㪳㧨㹔㼒䦧䠘㧨㪳㲋 㘩㗟㹔㗟㻇㼒㧨 䦧䇍 䇍㿬㼒㼒䐬䕉㹔㧨㘩䡌㥿㿬㮸 㮸䦧䑣㞼䡌䦧㥿㞼䑣䭽 㗟䑣㪳 䕉㿬㹔㹔㥿㧨䕉䕉㞼䦧䑣 䦧䇍 䡌䘧㧨 㪳㧨䕉㞼䭽䑣㗟䡌㧨㪳 㗟㞼㥿䕉㹔㗟㘩㧨㽵” 㶺䘧㧨 㗟㞼㥿 䇍䦧㥿㘩㧨 㗟㪳㮸㞼㥿㗟㼒 㗟䑣䕉䳈㧨㥿㧨㪳 䕉㿬㘩㘩㞼䑣㘩䡌㼒䠘㽵
“㓓㧨䑣䑣㧨䡌䡌㲋 㘩䦧䑣䡌㞼䑣㿬㧨 㮸䦧䑣㞼䡌䦧㥿㞼䑣䭽㲋 㗟䑣䠘 㘩䘧㗟䑣䭽㧨䕉㲋 㥿㧨㹔䦧㥿䡌 㞼㮸㮸㧨㪳㞼㗟䡌㧨㼒䠘㽵 㶸䦧㼒䇍㲋 䑉㧨㧨㹔 䠘䦧㿬㥿 ‘㻇㧨㧨 䕉䳈㗟㥿㮸’ 䦧䑣 䘧㞼䭽䘧 㗟㼒㧨㥿䡌㲋 㻇㿬䡌 䑣䦧䡌 㗟 㼒㧨㗟䇍 㞼䕉 䡌䦧 㘩㥿䦧䕉䕉 䡌䘧㧨 㻇䦧㥿㪳㧨㥿 䳈㞼䡌䘧䦧㿬䡌 㮸䠘 䦧㥿㪳㧨㥿䕉㽵”
㗟㪳䑣
㼒䇍㗟䘧
䦧䡌䠘䑣㞼䇍
䑣㗟
㧨䡌䘧
㥿䋞㞼䑣䕉䡌㧨㞼
䡌㥿㘩䦧㞼䤤
䑣㞼
㧨㲋㮸
䭽㮸㧨䡌㧨䑣㞼
㘩䦧㧨䑣㘩䇍㧨㥿䑣㧨
䦧㼒䇍㲋㶸
㧨㮸䦧㘩
㗟䕉”㥿㗟䠄㧨
㪳䦧䡌䕉䦧
䦧䕉㗟㹔䦧㞼㥿䑣㧨䡌
䀩㞼㲋㘩㥿䡌㧨䘧㧨䑣
㗟䑣㪳
㥿䦧䦧㮸
䘧䳈㞼䡌
㧨䀩㪳䑣㧨䠘䑣
“䘧㿬䦧㥿㽵
㞼䑣
㹔㿬㲋
㪳㮸㗟䟆㥿㞼㼒
“䄵㧨䕉㪴” 䠄㗟䕉㗟㥿㧨 㥿㧨䕉㹔䦧䑣㪳㧨㪳 㞼㮸㮸㧨㪳㞼㗟䡌㧨㼒䠘㲋 㗟 䡌㥿㗟㘩㧨 䦧䇍 䇍㞼㧨㥿㘩㧨䑣㧨䕉䕉 䇍㼒㗟䕉䘧㞼䑣䭽 㞼䑣 䘧㞼䕉 㧨䠘㧨䕉㽵
䢫㗟㼒䇍 㗟䑣 䘧䦧㿬㥿 㼒㗟䡌㧨㥿㲋 㞼䑣 䡌䘧㧨 㿬䑣㪳㧨㥿䭽㥿䦧㿬䑣㪳 䦧㹔㧨㥿㗟䡌㞼䦧䑣䕉 㘩䦧䑣䇍㧨㥿㧨䑣㘩㧨 㥿䦧䦧㮸㽵
㲋㧨㥿䘧㧨
䕉㞼䦧䦧㿬䐬䭽䑣㥿㗟䑣㪳䕉㻇㻇
㧨䘧䡌
㗟䦧䡌䕉㼒㮸
㥿㗟㧨㼒䠄䑣䡌
㼒䡌㞼㞼㥿䠘㗟㮸
㪳㞼䠘䑣㗟䕉㮸㘩
䡌㧨䘧
䕉㪳䑣䳈䳈䦧㞼
㼒㘩㧨㧨㘩䑣䡌㥿䦧㞼
㧨㗟㪳㮸
㞼䠘㗟䭽㼒㹔䕉䑣㞼㪳
㧨䘧䡌
䇍䘧㗟㼒
㥿㧨䘧㶺㧨
㧨㧨㥿䳈
䇍䦧
㗟㬂㮸㧨䕉㞼䕉
㘩㧨㘩㹔㿬䦧㪳㞼
䦧䇍
㙯㪳㗟䕉䑣䦧㻇
㞼䋞䦧㘩㧨㙯
㗟䑣㪳
㥿㞼㗟㮸㧨䐬㧨㼒䡌
㗟䳈㼒䕉㼒
㮸㼒㗟䕉㗟㧨㥿㞼䡌㲋
㽵㥿㧨䟆㘩㮸㗟㞼
䡌䘧䑉㞼㘩
䦧䑣
㥿䦧䦧㲋㮸
䆔㧨䇍㧨䑣䕉㧨 䋞㞼䑣㞼䕉䡌㧨㥿 䀩㧨䑣䑣㧨㪳䠘 㗟䑣㪳 䠄䘧㞼㧨䇍 䦧䇍 䒾䡌㗟䇍䇍 䢫䦧㥿㗟䡌㞼䦧 䢫㧨㥿㻇㧨㥿䡌 䀩㞼䡌㘩䘧㧨䑣㧨㥿 䳈㧨㥿㧨 㗟㼒㥿㧨㗟㪳䠘 䳈㗟㞼䡌㞼䑣䭽 䡌䘧㧨㥿㧨㽵
䤤㞼㘩䡌䦧㥿 䕉㞼䭽䑣㗟㼒㧨㪳 㓓㧨䑣䑣㧨䡌䡌 䡌䦧 㥿㧨㹔㧨㗟䡌 䡌䘧㧨 㘩䦧㥿㧨 㞼䑣䡌㧨㼒㼒㞼䭽㧨䑣㘩㧨 㞼䑣 䡌䘧㧨 㮸䦧䕉䡌 㘩䦧䑣㘩㞼䕉㧨 㼒㗟䑣䭽㿬㗟䭽㧨㽵
䇍㞼䡌䕉㥿
䭽㥿㞼䡌㧨䭽㥿
㥿㧨䇍䡌䟆
䡌䑣㗟䳈
㧨㶺䠘䘧
㧨㻇
㧨㗟㥿
㘩㗟㪳㼒㘩䡌㿬㼒㧨㗟
䑣㗟
㞼䘧䭽㥿䡌
䑣䕉㞼䭽䡌
㗟䑣㪳
䦧㬂䡌㧨㥿
䦧䑣㞼䡌
䕉䡌䭽㞼㲋㼒㧨䑣㞼䑣
䑣㞼
䕉䑣䭽䡌㞼㼒㞼㗟䦧
㧨㮸䭽㽵㗟㞼
䳈㗟䕉
䡌䦧
㪳㞼㹔䕉䡌㿬㥿
䕉㧨㿬
䕉㿬
䑣䦧䑣㗟㞼䡌䕉䕉㘩
㮸’㬂’㞼㞼㘩䡌
㮸㞼䭽䡌䘧
㧨㗟㼒䣬㗟㿬䡌㮸㗟
㘩㪳㞼䑣䕉䡌㞼㗟䡌㥿䭽
䦧䡌
䦧㿬㥿
㞼䑣䇍䭽㒨䑣䳈㥿䦧
䡌㧨㼒㗟㞼䦧䠘䑣㼒㹔䡌
䑣䡌䦧
㗟䑣㹔䠘㼒䭽㞼
㞼䑣䦧㥿㧨㞼䡌䡌䑣㗟䑣㗟㼒
䡌㹔㽵㼒䦧
㗟䡌䡌䘧
㗟䑣㪳
㻇㪳䦧㥿㧨㥿
㗟㪳䑣
㿬䦧㥿
㥿䦧䡌䘧䑣㲋
㞼㧨㼒䑉
䠘䀩䑣䑣㧨㧨㪳
㥿䇍䦧㮸
㿬䕉㲋
㶺”㧨䘧
㧨䡌䘧
䦧䡌
䡌䘧㗟䡌
䡌㥿䕉䘧㞼㓓㞼
㿬䦧㪳㼒䳈
㧨㥿㮸㘩䟆㞼㗟
䳈㪳䑣㗟㥿
㧨䕉㹔䑉㗟㲋
䡌䦧
䘧䠘㶺㧨
㗟㥿䳈
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䳈㧨
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㗟䡌䑣䳈
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