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I let out a breath as Perrine appeared on the screen He earing an i at a podium in what looked to be some kind of ballroom
The last time I had laid eyes on hi from a Lower Manhattan courthouse in a construction-crane basket It made my blood boil to see hiain
I also noticed that he had gotten his nose fixed Which sucked I was the one who had broken it for him in a scuffle we’d had before I placed hi ould have another scuffle before this thing was done But is that a good thing? I wondered
I watched as the psychopathic murderer smiled pleasantly, adjusted the mike, and cleared his throat
“I see ure,” Perrine said frohtest hint of irony “Like Pancho Villa or Che Guevara or the great Sireat tradition of rebellion Only, I am more honest, more defiant, because I refuse to hide ame that is socialism
“I do not need to justify my actions Especially to the Americans Borders and laws, they cry Supply and demand is my reply They disrupt hters who are my very best customers
“It is ti around That is what I learned during reat United States My brief stay”
The audience broke into applause and uproarious laughter at that one
I wanted to put h the screen
“I see the US finally for what it is,” Perrine continued “Just another rival, just another meddlesome obstacle to our ambitions Where the Ath We will not stop until the border itself is less We will spur on chaos until it is manifest everywhere, until even the American authorities are as cowed as the Mexican ones Then and only then e have free rein
“And by we, be sure that I do not mean old Mexico I do not mean the sorry downtrodden, the blessed poor Fuck the forever-useless, sniveling, ever-present poor once and for all, I say
“By we, I h to be in this roo,itself for new borders, nes I say rite them with the blood of our American enemies What do you say? Who is with me? Who wants to be a billionaire?”
CHAPTER 34
THE SCREEN FADED TO black, and Parker closed the laptop, cutting off the sound of more applause
“Wow, I’ Address of maniacal narco-terrorists”