Working as a police officer in Mexico

Francesco Petrarch returned to the hotel with a tired face.

He met some big shots tonight and discussed some business matters, which made him a little excited.

If everything goes as he wished, he might be able to expand the influence of "Camorra" to other places.

"Where is Giada?"

He didn't understand his son when he got off the car, and asked with a frown.

The subordinate looked around and whispered about his hooking up with women.

"This bastard!" Francesco Petrarch cursed angrily. He couldn't understand why he gave birth to such a mediocre person when he was a hero.

He actually had three sons. The eldest son died when he was young, and the second son was beaten to death in a fight with others. On the contrary, the third son, who had been a playboy since childhood, is now the only one left, and he has to rely on him to continue the family in the future.

That's it?

When he dies in the future, he will definitely be eaten up by others.

"Call him and tell him to come back!" Francesco Petrarch said in a slightly exasperated manner.

The subordinates hurriedly called, but four or five people called more than a dozen times and no one answered, so they shook their heads at the boss in embarrassment.

"I can't get through."

Francesco frowned, and although he felt strange, he didn't think anything was wrong, because this son...

was really dissolute!

"Go find him! Damn, I must break his legs!"

"Got it!"

A group of younger brothers went to various bars in London to find him.

Francesco Petrarch returned to his room angrily and depressed to talk about business with his "companion" in Naples.

Once busy, he forgot everything.

Later, he was too tired and didn't ask, and went to sleep directly.

He is really a model worker.

Wait until 9:30 the next morning.

After getting up and dressing up, Francesco Petrarch was ready to go out for the meeting and looked around.

"Where's Giada?!"

"She didn't come back... I couldn't find her yesterday."

The anger on his face soared, "Fuck! Doesn't he know what day it is today? Look for her! If you can't find her, get out of here and don't come back!"

The younger brothers were terrified and responded quickly.

Francesco Petrarch came down from the elevator with a dark face. When a group of people surrounded him and walked to the door, he suddenly saw a female manager shouting and then walking over. She was holding a box with a ribbon on it.

The bodyguard blocked her from getting close.

The female manager smiled, not embarrassed at all, "Mr. Petrarch, your stuff."

"What is this?"

"I don't know, but it says "Gift for the Royal Discussion and Research Association." The female manager read out the words on the ribbon.

Francesco Petrarch's expression relaxed, motioned the bodyguard to bring the gift over, and smiled and said to the people around him, "The British are polite."

As soon as he opened it!

His face froze!

Then he saw the head of his only son, Giada Petrarch, placed inside, his face pale, eyes wide open, full of disbelief!

Francesco Petrarch felt dizzy, and before he could get angry, he saw the manager who was walking away take out a remote control from her bra and press it.

Bang! Bang! ! !

The huge explosion shattered the glass of the hotel.

The bomb was actually stuffed into Giada's head!

Francesco Petrarch and his bodyguards were killed on the spot before they could react, and two bodyguards who were standing a little further away had broken legs and hands, lying on the ground screaming.

The manager kicked off her high heels, walked over, holding a gun in her hand, and shot them one by one coldly, knocking them down directly!

Looking at the bloody leader of the Italian Mafia Camorra, she pressed a button on her clothes, "The event... has begun!"

A huge explosion occurred in the hotel, and the ambulance, fire truck and police came quickly.

But the fire could not be put out for a while.

Meanwhile.

Raoul Cedras, the military leader who came to power in the Haitian coup, was taking people to visit the Westminster Abbey in London.

He was accompanied by a government guide.

He introduced the greatness of Britain to the "guest" from Haiti.

This "big drug lord" warlord who was the first in the world to legalize drugs looked very cruel and did not look like a good person. He looked at the church and could not help but sigh, "It would be a good thing to be buried here if I die one day."

The British translator and government officials smiled.

Do you know who is buried in this Westminster Abbey?

Newton, Churchill, Elizabeth I, Shakespeare and other celebrities.

You? Who?

The new boss of Haiti?

The boss of that place is like leeks, one after another, and no one knows why he was invited.

At this time, the guards began to change shifts.

A dozen guards came with SA80 assault rifles, wearing tall hats, looking like a lobster.

More than a hundred years ago, these lobster soldiers dominated the battlefields of Europe, but now... they are just mascots.

The tourists nearby cheered and raised their cameras to take pictures.

"Come on, look at the camera, Diane~" a bearded male tourist said to his daughter with a smile, holding up a camera to take a selfie, and the two of them were about to press the shutter with their big front teeth.

Suddenly, four or five soldiers rushed out of the guard camp and fired at the drug lord Raoul Cedras and others who were at the door!

Although the SA80 assault rifle is known as "the worst assault rifle after World War II", it is only on the battlefield. Here...

Then FMD is the overlord!

Chug tug tug tug…

Bullets swept across.

The Haitian bodyguards who surrounded the outside were knocked down in a pool of blood, and the glass and walls of Westminster Abbey were full of bullet holes.

Raoul Cedras was not hit because he was out of position, but the British translator next to him was directly killed. He was so frightened that he bent over and rushed into the church, but the people inside closed the door immediately. Got it!

"Fuck!!" He cursed angrily and hid behind a bunker under the protection of his bodyguards to fight back.

When the gunfire rang out, the tourists screamed into chaos, and the entire open space in front of them was filled with panicked people.

Raoul Cedras saw two couples who looked like tourists running towards them screaming, and suddenly felt something bad. Before he could scold them to stay away, he saw a black backpack being thrown away by that person. Come over.

"Get out of the way!!!"

Boom! ! !

The bomb in the backpack took everyone away in one fell swoop.

Raoul Cedras fell to the ground, half of his body missing, vomiting blood from his mouth, his eyelids twitching, and he died.

The Haitian warlord who called Victor a "bastard of a bitch" on TV died like this.

but…

It can be considered that he fulfilled his dream just now and was buried in Westminster Abbey.

What does this mean?

There are some things that cannot be said carelessly and cannot be grasped.

The patrol police who arrived had a gun battle with the gangsters. The two sides clashed violently and even threw grenades.

Explosions occurred in two places one after another. No matter how stupid Daiying was, he still felt that something was wrong, and the headquarters immediately launched an anti-terrorism plan.

Director Honasan Copeland, who was in charge of security for this meeting, had a serious look on his face. He was tall and had thick muscles on his arms. He held his hands and looked at the explosion scene on the screen in front of him. He said in a deep voice, "Apply to SAS calls for help.”

"We want to use special forces?!" the person next to him said in surprise.

Honasan Copeland pointed at a gangster disguised as a guard on the screen and said, "From the shooting posture and angle, it can be seen that these people are not ordinary people. Do you think the patrol police can beat them?"

"Stop talking nonsense and listen to me! Activate the highest level plan."

"Yes, sir!"

Buzz buzz~

A Bobcat helicopter was patrolling in the air. It looked ugly, like a fucking shoehorn. Counter-terrorism police officers were sitting on it, looking down vigilantly, searching for the gangsters.

"Who is in the convoy below?" a police inspector asked when he saw a convoy driving past.

"According to the instructions, Kishimoto Saizo, Japan's top adviser to Yakuza and the commander-in-chief of Hanshin, was passing by." The police officer responsible for intelligence collection nearby said loudly. The voice was too quiet to be heard because the sound of the propeller was too loud.

Yakuza is actually a gangster. Perhaps few people have heard of it, but the three largest gangs under him are the Yamaguchi-gumi, Inagawa-kai and Sumiyoshi-kai, which can often be seen in many movies.

This Kishimoto Saizo is not an ordinary person.

Akita is famous in Akita.

A member of the Naval Air Corps who volunteered during World War II.

He is also a militarist.

After being educated by an American father, he never forgot to call souls, so he later joined Yakuza who had the same "obsession" and wanted the so-called common prosperity.

He is not young anymore, he is 63 years old.

At this time, in the Toyota car, Kishimoto Saizo was wearing a walking cane with a leading head, his hair was neatly trimmed, and he looked a bit like a dog.

The subordinate sitting next to him said nervously, "There have been several bombings in London. It seems that terrorists are causing trouble everywhere. Should we go back to the hotel?"

"Baga!"

Kishimoto Saizo barked at him, "Isn't it just an explosion? What is there to be afraid of? During World War II, I saw too many more tragic scenes than this. As Japanese, you must have a fighting spirit. Today’s young people are very afraid of death!”

The subordinate lowered his head after being scolded, but his eyes were clearly unconvinced.

You're awesome, you're awesome. People who don't know better think you were a big deal in World War II. You were said to be a member of the Air Force, and you were just down there serving tea and water to other people's suicide squads.

The older this person gets, the more he likes to talk about things.

Yakuza controls Japan's underground black gold and has relationships with many consortiums. Many of the leaders are remnants of World War II, and they are intricately interconnected. The reason why Yakuza was invited this time is actually because he values ​​the Asian market behind him.

Gangster?

What is black?

What is white?

There is a saying in "Tea House" that today's soldiers may be tomorrow's bandits, and tomorrow's bandits may also be today's soldiers. Of course, today's soldiers may not be today's bandits? !

While they were chattering, the motorcade passed an intersection and the traffic light turned green. They still stopped and waited for the light to turn green.

Kishimoto Saizo said he was tired and stretched out his hand. His subordinate hurriedly handed over the water glass. As soon as he took a sip, there was a sudden crash behind him and a push on his back. He almost choked on the water.

He turned around in a panic and saw a horrifying scene. A heavy truck hit directly from behind, and several bodyguard vehicles behind were smashed.

What kind of Toyota can be as domineering as a heavy-duty truck?

The bodyguard from the car in front jumped out, pointed at the driver of the big truck and started talking in Japanese, and some even tried to drag his companions, which turned into a mess.

The Lynx helicopter above also discovered something was wrong and began to circle.

Beep beep... beep beep!

A red light suddenly sounded on the radar, and the driver was startled.

"Bazooka!!!!"

Swoosh~

A Stinger missile flew from nowhere and hit the Lynx. With a bang, it turned into a fireball and fell straight down.

Flying too high, it is easy to be a target.

The Japanese below were startled. Kishimoto Saizo saw this scene in the car and his eyelids jumped. He felt something was wrong, "Go! Go!"

Before he finished speaking, the driver's head in front of him exploded!

Large-caliber sniper equipment! !

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!" Kishimoto Saizo in the car howled twice, and he remembered the battlefield during World War II in his mind. At that time... he was still in logistics, and the fear of war filled his heart.

The subordinates next to him began to panic and drove out.

But just after running two steps, the sniper aimed at him and shot him in the chest. His body flew up like a kite and fell heavily to the ground, with half of his chest rotten.

Four or five masked militants came down from the back of the truck and fired at the Japanese, with bullets flying past.

Saizo Kishimoto curled up in his position, trembling all over.

Suddenly, the gunshots stopped.

He raised his head and looked out, and saw a pair of eyes staring at him. The other party opened the door and pulled Saizo Kishimoto out by the hair.

"Forgive me, forgive me, I will give you money, I will give you a lot of money." He begged for mercy loudly, speaking fluent English, which he learned from his "American dad".

But the other party seemed not to understand, and took out a dagger and stabbed him in the neck!

It was like killing a chicken.

"Cluck, cluck..." Saizo Kishimoto screamed a few times, his body twitched, and after falling to the ground and arching a few times, he was motionless.

"Let's go!"

The gang acted very quickly and left immediately after they were done.

When the police arrived, there were only corpses everywhere.

Daying finally reacted and the whole city was under martial law!

The streets were full of soldiers with live ammunition.

"Why is this happening?!" In Buckingham Palace, Prince Michael, dressed in military uniform, asked loudly, and the expressions of other royal family members around him were equally ugly.

This time, the guests were invited in the name of the royal family, and now they died so miserably. Although they are not big shots, it's embarrassing!

"The money we spend is for the intelligence department to support women, why don't you use it at all!" Prince Michael pointed at the head of the intelligence agency in front of him and cursed.

The other person's face turned green.

"Shut up!" Prince Edward, Duke of Kent, shouted loudly.

Prince Michael opened his mouth and finally lowered his head.

"Please find the murderer as soon as possible. Any organization or individual who does this will not let it go!"

The chief officers of the CIA-6 nodded and left with dark faces.

"You go to the headquarters and protect the other participants." The Duke of Kent said to his brother.

Prince Michael, who looked strong with a big beard, was a little afraid of his brother and had to respond.

…

The bombing in London shocked the world.

The reporters didn't care whether you were embarrassed or not, and they broadcast it live all over the world.

No matter which channel it was, it was broadcast.

In the golf course of the Governor's Palace in Tijuana.

Victor was playing golf with George Smiley.

Two people came over with towels from the caddy, wiped their sweat, and took a sip of orange juice next to them.

"According to the news from the scene, the dead include Haitian warlord President Raoul Cedras, Italian Naples MP Francesco Petrarch, and Japanese friend Saizo Kishimoto. The injured include the Spanish royal family, the Norwegian royal family, and the Dutch royal family..."

The host's report came from the radio, but why did it sound so gloating?

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really a natural disaster and a man-made disaster recently." Victor sighed.

"Yes!"

"Has the report of condemnation been issued?"

George Smiley looked at his watch, "It will be issued in ten minutes."

Victor nodded, "That's good, we must oppose this kind of violence!"

Other people's violence is absolutely not allowed.

I am violent?

That means you have a problem!

"But we don't have to condemn blindly. We have to tell them that if they get involved with drug dealers and gangs, they will get into trouble sooner or later. No matter who they are, they should be like people and not be too unscrupulous."

If everyone is as righteous as the general, the world will definitely be peaceful!

"Have those representatives in southern Mexico died?" Victor suddenly asked.

George Smiley raised his eyebrows, "They should not survive tonight. My intuition tells me that it is correct."

He is indeed a ruthless person who can calculate when others will die.

He is really the King of Hell.

"That's a pity, a pity."

These are all points.

Waste.

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