Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 351 Hydra's Just Cause!

The people who died in the London bombing were too...sensitive.

It also caused a series of chain reactions.

The leader of the Camorra, Francesco Petrarch, nicknamed "Tiger Head", died. Wow, more than 230 shootings occurred in Naples in one night!

The number of casualties reached hundreds.

It was mainly some criminal groups who took advantage of the situation and fought each other when they saw that they had lost their boss.

The most shocking thing was.

In a Serie A match the next day.

Naples lost to Juventus, and the king of football Maradona was fouled and injured, which made the football hooligans in the stadium very unhappy.

Italian football hooligans are notoriously lawless!

Many of them are gangsters from the Camorra and other criminal groups.

A group of people began to chase Juventus players and fans and beat them from the stadium to outside the stadium. The police came up and were alone, and they also beat them!

The whole of Naples was caught in a "crazy" "carnival."

The Italian army began to enter Naples!

The chaos in the Camorra caused national alert in Italy.

The Minister of Security even advised on TV, hoping that all parties could exercise restraint and avoid innocent injuries.

Sometimes, for some countries with weaker control capabilities, gangs also mean the most basic "ruling class."

That is TMD Italy.

If you were the Soviet Union...

Especially in the era of the benevolent father, if you gangsters wanted to do this, then someone would have improved the potatoes in Siberia.

And Haiti...

Another coup!

Raoul Cedras's adjutant took over his 240-man "elite force", rushed into the official residence, and declared himself king!

Ahem...

It was still through the TV station.

The three elements of rebellion, military camps, radio stations, and official residences, are all in my hands. If I don't claim the throne, who will?

This is like the ancient imperial seal. If it is not in my hand, I am a good citizen. If it is in my hand, I will be in trouble.

The first thing the adjutant did after taking over was not to redress the injustice for the boss Raul Cedras, but to send troops to surround the drug raw material plantation. This is his own... small treasury.

As for the Japanese side...

They are quiet. Maybe they are embarrassed to say that a high-ranking Yakuza official was killed, so they can only pretend to be grandsons.

Anyway, they are professionals in pretending to be dogs and bastards.

Instead, three hours after the explosion, the Governor's Office in northern Mexico issued a stern statement.

"We strongly condemn this behavior, which completely disregards the lives of civilians. Mexico is deeply dissatisfied with this drug dealer-style criminal behavior. We will also cooperate with the world to work together to oppose drug dealer-style terrorist organizations!"

"Mexican intelligence agencies will also actively search for clues and provide assistance to the UK!"

This is the first statement.

In the Government Communications Headquarters (GCHQ) in Cheltenham, this is the location of the British Intelligence Agency, formerly the "notorious" Room 40.

In the deep conference room on the top floor.

Director Tahar Boggs, nicknamed "C", sat next to him with a gloomy look in his eyes. This nickname is actually hereditary.

The origin of this letter is because the first director, Manisfiel Komin, signed with a letter 'C'; since then, all directors have been called 'C'.

Sitting below him are the heads of various departments.

"Mexicans are trying their best to clear themselves!" Dario Olivares of CIA 6 said in a deep voice. This guy... looks very gentlemanly, just like James Bond in 007.

But his mouth stinks like James. Durex!

Director Tahar Boggs asked him for evidence.

He said directly, "Mexicans are like the cancer of the world, and Victor is even more of a scumbag. Look at who died, drug dealers, gangsters, warlords, but they all have a unified identity, the big drug lord..."

The person in charge of the fifth department next to him glanced at him.

Do you want to look at what you are talking about? The examples you cited make us the villains.

Director Dario Olivares may also know that what he said is wrong. He was silent for a while and knocked his fist on the table. "Anyway, I think it was Victor who did it!"

"He is not a good person!"

This kind of racially discriminatory dissatisfaction all stems from the failure of MI6 in Mexico. Many people were silenced, which made their decades of work in North America go down the drain.

How comfortable do you think Dario Olivares can look at Victor?

After World War II, Churchill knew the "harm" of the United States to the world. They said they were allies, but in fact they started to stuff people into each other from the beginning. After all, everyone wants to be the big brother.

In Mexico, a place close to the United States, Victor found intelligence agencies in 13 countries!

With Britain, France, Germany, Austria, Turkey, etc.

They are all standing here to spy on the United States.

Who knew that once Victor came to power, they would all be swept away by you.

To a certain extent, Americans have to thank Victor.

"If we can't find the murderer, it will be a huge blow to us. Whether it's the impact on the people or the pressure from the royal family, we will have to suffer. So, I think the criminal could be Victor." The head of intelligence from another department suddenly spoke up, looking at the director, "We just need a murderer, right?"

Seeing a "comrade", Dario Olivares of CIA6 looked at the director happily and expectantly.

"You don't want to become a joke to your foreign colleagues!"

Anyway, this kind of thing happens all the time.

Among the world's four major intelligence agencies, who has never done such a heartless thing?

Do you think they really know everything about the world?

Even Japanese Akita noses are not that sensitive.

The heads of M15, M16, the National Security Agency, the Secret Intelligence Service, the Air Force Intelligence Agency, and the Naval Intelligence Agency all looked at Director Tahar Boggs with oppression in their eyes.

It's like trying to force him into the palace.

Tahar Boggs's face twitched, his expression was a little dissatisfied, and he frowned. He was the new director who had just been transferred from the staff department, and the elite soldiers below were still somewhat disobedient to discipline.

Just as he was pondering for a moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, "Director, Director!"

"Come in!"

A female staff member ran in and said, "Some...an organization has announced that it is responsible for this incident."

…

On Oxford Street in London.

This is one of the most prosperous commercial streets in the UK, as famous as the Champs Elysées in Paris, Fifth Avenue in New York, and Ginza in Tokyo, Japan.

It can receive approximately more than 10 million tourists every year.

After the bombing, the street was taken over by the police, and mounted police could be seen everywhere.

But at noon on April 3rd.

The large TV screen hanging in the middle of the street was playing a song, but suddenly the screen went black, and then a man wearing a balaclava appeared, wearing a suit and red tie, looking... nondescript!

This change naturally attracted the attention of all pedestrians on the street. Everyone stopped and looked up, and some even held up cameras to take pictures of the scene.

The policemen were a little panicked.

At a loss.

"Good afternoon everyone, I'm glad to meet you. Maybe you are more curious about me and think I am doing performance art, but I'm sorry, I'm here to tell you something."

"My name is Arthur, and I am affiliated with the Hydra justice organization! We claim responsibility for the explosions and shootings that occurred in London!"

Wow!

The people below were in an uproar when they heard it, looked around, and followed the companions next to them who spoke anxiously.

"We will not stop our next actions!"

"Of course, please rest assured that we are not targeting any civilians or righteous people. We are mainly targeting those engaged in drug trafficking, smuggling, organ trafficking and human trafficking. So, please don't be surprised when you know who we have assassinated. That People may be doing evil things!”

"Turn off the TV! Turn off the TV!" the police commander at the scene said in a panic.

"Next, we will assassinate..."

The person on the TV took out a book and showed a page to the camera, "Representative of Southern Mexico!"

“Stay tuned!”

"Unplug the power!" the police chief roared.

The police officers unplugged the TV directly, physically solving the problem of hacking.

But the civilians below had already heard this scene, and many young people had surprise and excitement on their faces.

Young people...

I always feel that I am righteous.

"I know where the representative of southern Mexico lives, come with me." A local London boy stood on a isolation stone pier and waved his hands and shouted, and the people next to him followed him.

A group of people ran towards a hotel.

Slowly, the crowd grew bigger and bigger like a snowball.

Sure enough, no matter where you are, there are many people watching the excitement.

What happened on Oxford Street was immediately spread through the news media.

Many people have two questions.

Who is Hydra TMD!

Will the representative of southern Mexico die? !

When the government found out, it sent police and agents for close protection, and even emptied the hotel.

Some minor conflicts also occurred. When a mounted policeman dispersed the crowd, he clashed with several young people and was pulled off their horses, but they were held down by other policemen.

"No, move to the safe house of the Intelligence Bureau!" The royal family felt that this was not possible. The hotel was still crowded and crowded. If something happened again, they would really be pressed to the ground and rubbed.

No need to lose face.

They directly ordered the police department to move to a safe house.

Although the British royal family has little power, it has great influence. Although it does not have the right to speak, the government will not fail to give the royal family a face.

They agreed to let the police take away the southern Mexican delegation.

In order to avoid accidents, bulletproof armed vehicles were also used, and they also underwent safety inspections to confirm that there were no problems with the vehicles.

Hundreds of police officers cleared the way and dispersed the crowd.

There is no live broadcast at this time, otherwise...

Guaranteed to become a top anchor.

"Come out, come out." The onlookers shouted.

I saw a delegation from southern Mexico coming out, about twenty people in total, with gloomy faces.

The leader is a major drug lord, the finance minister of the newly established southern government, and the cousin of Pablo Escobar, the leader of the Medellin Group, Pepeluza!

This is a very big shot.

He followed his cousin into smuggling small household appliances, working as a street gangster, and even sold fruit on the side of the road. The two had a good relationship since childhood.

This time he led the delegation and wanted to get support from certain parties, at least to expand the European market. As for the United States... Victor's crackdown was too severe.

Business is not good, and people have to jump off buildings recently.

In the past, they always made people jump off buildings!

Pepelusa sat in the Mercedes bulletproof car with a dark face surrounded by a group of people. Looking at the group of people outside giving him the middle finger, his face was gloomy, and he was even more irritated now.

"Don't worry, Mr. Pepelusa, with the protection of M16, your safety is very reliable." A CI6 intelligence officer sitting next to him said with a smile.

"I hope so."

"Drive!"

After everyone got on the car, the mounted police led the way in front, and the police next to them drove the crowd away, and the convoy left the hotel.

"Let's go, let's go, there's no good show to watch."

"Hey~ I don't know why the government protects these people!"

Someone muttered to the people around him dissatisfiedly.

"Let's go, let's go have a drink, and then watch the London derby..." An old man didn't finish talking to his companion.

Boom! ! ! !

The far-away convoy suddenly exploded violently.

The bulletproof Mercedes-Benz car in the middle, where Mr. Pepelusa was sitting, took off on the spot? !

MD!

It was said to be bulletproof, but it was not bulletproof!

It was blown into pieces directly. This was not the only one. Three cars exploded in front and behind. The drug dealers' representatives inside were killed, and the police next to them were also affected.

The mounted police in front were still showing off, but the horse was frightened by the explosion. It ran in panic, neighing, and instantly threw the mounted police off. Its hind hooves stepped hard on the opponent's ribs.

You can hear the crisp sound of broken bones.

The mounted police screamed and fainted.

"Exploded... Exploded!"

The crowd watching the excitement not far away had not yet completely dilated their eyes. Their pupils shrank. Looking at the miserable explosion, they all subconsciously took a step back.

My scalp was numb.

The death list took effect!

The southern Mexican delegation, led by Pepelusa, was wiped out!

There were cries everywhere. The police who had been watching came to support very quickly. Dario Olivares of the MI6 gritted his teeth as he watched Pepelusa, who was blown to ashes on the ground.

"Hydra!"

In a high-rise revolving restaurant not far from the explosion site.

Hydra deputy Reinhard Tristan Eugen wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin and stretched out his hand, "Waiter, pay the bill!"

He looked at the explosion site in the distance, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

The core motto of their Hydra: Loyalty to the leader!

Since someone wants to go against them, send these drug dealers to death.

Death is the greatest tolerance of the emperor to his enemies.

"Amen." Reinhard Tristan Eugen drew a cross on his chest, "Praise Victor."

...

"Praise Victor!"

Morelia. Slums.

The little boy took a piece of food from Captain Paul Emil and expressed his sincere gratitude.

Since the other party helped to discover Mossad last time, the captain has been bringing him food, which can be regarded as a kind of gratitude.

Looking at the little boy eating in front of him, Paul Emil was silent for a while, "Is it delicious?"

"Yeah!" The other party nodded vigorously without raising his head.

"Maybe I will leave Morelia."

The little boy was startled, but he started eating again, "Yeah."

"Do you want to find a place to have a full meal?" Paul Emil asked.

The other party raised his head and looked at him vigilantly, "I don't want to be someone else's son, I only have one parent!"

This confused the captain, but then he laughed and shook his head, "I can recommend you to the military academy, but if you join the army, you must always be loyal to Victor and the leader."

"Is there corn seafood soup?"

"Of course."

The little boy stood up and saluted like the military ethics, shouting, "Loyalty!!"

Paul Emil smiled and touched his head, "I hope your choice is not wrong."

He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to introduce the other party into the army.

"I still don't know your name, what's your name, kid?"

"George..."

The boy paused, raised his head, and looked at Paul Emil with his deep eyes.

"George Catlett Marshall!"

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