Working as a police officer in Mexico

A week after the London bombings.

The police arrested nearly 100 suspected persons, of course most of them were spreading false terrorist news.

Some of them "borrowed" the name of Hydra to promote an attack on Buckingham Palace on the Internet.

The queen was so frightened that she ran back to the castle in the countryside overnight.

In order to prevent other representatives who came to the meeting from getting into trouble, the British arranged them all in the military camp of the SAS special service regiment.

It was like Jacqueline holding a skull—for the first time!

Eating and drinking are strictly scrutinized, and even defecating must be accompanied by someone.

finally…

"I can't stand it anymore!!" Crown Prince Felipe, the representative of the Spanish royal family, shouted loudly and kicked the TV in front of him angrily. "Who am I? A prisoner?"

The attendant beside him quickly comforted him and signaled him not to get excited.

"What's the use of such a big country if it can't even catch a terrorist organization? You tell me, what bullshit CIA 6, taxpayers are raising a bunch of waste!!"

This scared others and quickly covered his mouth.

"Your Highness, we are on other people's territory, so don't say such rude words."

If Daiying can't deal with Hydra, why can't he deal with you, the heir to a third-rate country?

Felipe pushed them away and sat on the sofa sulking.

Several Spaniards looked at it and shook their heads helplessly.

Felipe still looks like a little kid.

Just when the atmosphere was a little awkward, there was a knock on the door, and a staff member in a suit walked in. He was startled when he saw the coffee table that had been kicked over on the ground, and then pretended not to see it, "Sir, Prince Michael Meet you in the conference room."

Felipe disliked the word "interview".

We are all members of the royal family. How come you, the British, are more noble than I, the Spanish? We are still all relatives.

Taking a deep breath, he stood up and said, "Lead the way."

Follow the staff to the conference room.

It was already full of people.

There are white people, black people, and yellow people. Everyone frowns and some dissatisfaction is piling up.

Don't say...

Just fucking hold a meeting in this conference room.

It would be better to go to a lecture theater, which at least has air conditioning.

When the British bearded Prince Michael saw him, he came over with a smile and patted his shoulder in a gentle tone, "Felipe, how are you resting..."

Take a look!

What a presumptuous question to ask.

Felipe was angry, "There is only safety in the SAS camp."

Comfortable?

For the crown prince who has been pampered since childhood, the accommodation conditions here are simply garbage!

For meat eaters, being in a military camp is a bad idea.

Look at General Beiguo, he is wearing khaki workers' clothes and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. However, according to his Japanese chef, he secretly has a "happy group". The words "like" and "happy" when reversed mean the same thing. It’s different.

Daddy Felipe, the old king had to find prostitutes when he visited abroad.

Prince Michael's expression froze, slightly embarrassed, and he had no interest in chatting with him privately, so he was guided to his seat.

Felipe looked around and saw that the Danish royal family and the Dutch royal family had slightly better expressions. It would be a shame to sit with people who had never heard of them.

Being close to the people is a persona, but not a life.

The so-called royal style is still in my mind.

Prince Michael looked at his watch and when he saw that the time was almost up, he clapped his hands and stood on the podium, "Everyone, I'm sorry that a series of problems have occurred recently, but please rest assured that the situation is under control!"

"We will definitely find the murderer and give justice to the victims!"

The people below applauded perfunctorily.

If talking alone is effective, then many people around the world will die. What is needed is counterattack and violent means to solve the problem!

But they didn't feel it at all.

If it weren't for internal strife, I would really stand up and fight him now.

Prince Michael looked at everyone's expressions, lowered his head and blushed slightly. The pressure on his shoulders almost crushed him. He raised his head, forced a smile and was about to speak.

Then I heard a phone ringing, and the cell phone on the table of the man sitting opposite rang. He looked at Prince Michael a little apologetically, and the latter smiled understandingly.

That man is a representative of a rebel force active in South America. If Britain wants to stab Victor in the back, this group of people will be very useful.

The other party picked up the phone, pressed the answer button, and then heard Peng!

The communication device in my hand exploded! ! !

The shock wave shattered the windows, and half of the man holding it was blown away!

When the severed arm fell to the ground, you could still see the trembling veins inside!

The impact of this bomb was not light, covering almost the entire surrounding area, and the injured fell to the ground wailing.

Prince Michael stared with a blank look on his face, how...how could this happen!

Can mobile phones explode? !

Soldiers who heard the noise outside rushed in hurriedly.

"Quick! Rescue the wounded!" Prince Michael shouted sharply, his voice even breaking.

Can this scene happen in the SAS military camp? !

Jingle bells ~ jingle bells ~

Just as he screamed, the phones that fell on the ground all rang at this moment.

His face turned pale!

I just wanted to run...

Peng! ! !

A stream of gas rushed out from the conference room, and the lights in the corridor outside were shattered.

"Help!"

A figure covered in blood crawled out of the house, shouting loudly with trembling hands. He raised his head and looked at the soldiers running in the distance. He tilted his head and fainted.

Residents near the military camp saw many ambulances and many cars carrying government photos rushing towards them, and they immediately felt that something big had happened.

"Hey, London Times? Something happened, I heard an explosion here, and there's an ambulance, yes! Yes! In the military camp, 200 pounds? Damn you!" A fat resident called excitedly , when I heard the other party’s offer, I was so angry that I was about to hang up the phone.

"Wait, 500 pounds, that's the most. You know, first-hand information is the most valuable."

"Okay, come here quickly, the address is at XXXXX..." Just as he was about to report his address, a busy signal came from the phone.

He was stunned and pressed the phone hard to restart, but it was no big deal.

Fatty is also a knowledgeable person, and he can tell at a glance that this is a blocked signal.

He participated in the 1984 national miners' strike during the Iron Lady period. At that time... once the signal was turned off, many reporters were unable to broadcast live.

Tsk tsk tsk...

The fight was miserable.

But he is not a waste. When he finds a problem, he solves it. He takes out the camera himself, stands on the balcony and takes a few photos looking inside, and then sells them to reporters.

His instinct told him that something serious was going on.

It was impossible to hide the news of the explosion at the SAS barracks.

British journalists are notoriously badass, and no one can hide what they want to know.

There is a motto: We see deeper than the CIA!

Under such in-depth digging, the next day a news report titled "Military Camp Explosion, 10 Dead and 7 Injured!" 》The press release came out,

"According to insiders, an explosion occurred in the SAS military camp, and more than a dozen people who were having a meeting inside were affected. Ten people died. The specific list is unknown, but they include representatives of the British royal family, the Danish royal family, the Dutch royal family, and the Spanish royal family..."

It was extremely exciting for a while!

Many people speculated that Hydra was responsible.

But at this moment, 11 terrorist organizations announced that they were responsible for the incident!

This also includes the "Al Qaeda Organization" formed by a Saudi in 1988 to resist the Soviet Union!

Because they urgently need new blood to join, they find...

They rush to admit many things that others dare not admit.

Lots of tricks.

The angry Hydra stood up and published a short essay, which meant that it was them who did it, and their target was those who work with drug dealers and those who sell and control drugs.

"We also warn those terrorist organizations, please do not traffic drugs, do not traffic people, and do not think about dragging children away from their hometowns. We are watching you, remember, remember! Hydra greets you and wishes you a good morning. , good afternoon, good night! "

Hey, that's quite polite.

But this kind of threat is not taken seriously by terrorist organizations at all.

What kind of terror does not involve illegal and criminal activities?

Drug trafficking is all trivial!

If an organization wants to grow, it has to do some unethical things.

However, because of this "warning", Hydra set off a "young storm" called "Justice War" in Europe.

Many young people have begun to advocate the "Hydra Theory".

That is: "Justice is not absolute, it is absolutely unjust. All means serve justice. Any bad guy does not need to be tried, he will be executed directly!"

This is very popular.

Someone even made a website for them online.

That is to say, it is not convenient to recruit people from outside right now, otherwise... I will guarantee to recruit a few troops for you.

It seems that there are still many people who pursue justice.

Violence?

You see, if I use your methods to deal with you, you will not be happy.

Sure enough, both Europe and the United States have NMD double-standard dogs!

…

April 15th.

In the context of increasingly tense international situations.

What does it have to do with Victor?

He should still eat, but drink instead.

Today he will receive a delegation from the United Nations here. A dinner has been prepared in the Governor's Mansion and some goodies have been prepared.

But there are always people who like to cause trouble at this time.

A phone call came from Goebbels, the Minister of Propaganda who was responsible for welcoming him.

"General, those representatives need to go to the slums first."

Victor's eyes narrowed immediately, "I'll be right over."

"MD, here to cause trouble!"

"Joseph, prepare the car."

Joseph Xiafei, the captain of the guard outside, responded quickly.

When Emperor Wei stood up and walked out, he paused, then took the ashtray and stuffed it into his pocket.

And the Tijuana slums at this time.

More than twenty cars parked on the main road, and many people of different colors got out from below. Bodyguards stood beside them and watched warily.

Goebbels was accompanied by an American, Field Whitney, the American human rights spokesman and the United Nations Human Rights Councilor, a middle-aged handsome guy who looked very handsome.

He stood at the entrance of the slum, looked around, sniffed the air, and frowned, "This living environment is very poor. People here can easily breed bacteria. You should do better."

Goebbels looked calm, but the Mexican next to him was a little indignant.

"This environment has become much better!"

"Not enough." Field Whitney shook his head.

“What about America’s ghettos?”

"There are no slums in the United States, sir."

"Fuck you!"

Field Whitney's face darkened, "Is this how Mexicans treat people?"

"Shut up!" Goebbels scolded his colleague who started to refute, and looked at him, "Sorry, Mr. Field."

"It doesn't matter. After all, the education level in Mexico is still very low. Let's go up and take a look."

After he finished speaking, he took the lead to go up.

"Minister!" A Mexican government official shouted dissatisfiedly.

"What are you panicking about? The general is coming."

Hearing that Victor was coming, everyone's mouths shut immediately.

"Follow us and see what the double standards of the Americans are like."

Field Whitney took the delegation up and saw that the ground was really clean, and there were children washing clothes with faucets.

The water was very clear.

This kind of livelihood project is a top priority. It is a bit unlikely to demolish and renovate slums now, but they can be given some help, such as water and electricity.

In the past, the slums could not have electricity for a long time, and the water was turbid. They even had to go outside to draw water, and there were also special water drawers. In order to solve these problems, they really put in a lot of effort.

Seeing so many people suddenly breaking in, the little girl who was washing clothes was obviously startled and looked at them nervously.

"The child has no education? This is not respect for human rights."

"Today is Saturday, two days off." Goebbels said.

Field was silent, his face was not red at all, and he walked over and said in English, "Where are your parents? Child? Why are you washing clothes here? Are you a laborer?"

But how could the child understand, and he looked confused.

Field Whitney stood up and said to the human rights cadre next to him, "It seems that this child has been abused and frightened. The security in Tijuana is not good."

The entourage wrote down this matter.

Goebbels frowned.

"If you keep writing, I will smash your hand."

A strong voice came, and when I turned my head, I saw Victor coming over surrounded by bodyguards, wearing sunglasses and holding a cigar in his hand.

Looks like a gangster? !

"General!"

The other Mexican escorts bowed and shouted in unison as if they saw the backbone.

Field Whitney frowned, but soon loosened his eyebrows.

"Hello, Mr. Victor..." He smiled and stretched out his hand.

Victor glanced at her and used the cigar to light the ash on her hand. The other party was so hot that he quickly retracted his hand, "What are you doing!"

"What level are you, shaking hands with me, calling old Bush lying on the bed, is he dead? Do you want to send a wreath?"

"We represent various organizations of the United Nations to evaluate you, and you are so uncooperative..."

But Field Whitney hadn't finished speaking, and he was greeted by Victor's backhand attack.

The ashtray used.

Ashtray? ! !

Goebbels and others were stunned. Why did they bring this thing with them?

Victor smashed a bloody hole in the other person's forehead, "You said my water is not clean? Come, let him taste it!"

The chief guard Xiafei and two bodyguards behind him held his head and dragged him under the faucet, turned it to the maximum, and rushed to his face!

The other members of the delegation next to him were a little dumbfounded.

"We are the United Nations..."

"United Nations! With my signature? You dare to call it the United Nations, a human rights organization? I think you are just looking for trouble."

"Don't show me your double standards. I will kill you when I get angry."

Victor glared and pointed at the delegation's accompanying stenographer with a bloody ashtray, "Write, say Tijuana is better than New York, New York is full of drug dealers, and no one here will take drugs."

The female stenographer was so scared that her hands were shaking and tears came out.

"General, the Americans are not moving!" The chief guard said as soon as he opened his mouth.

The female stenographer who heard the news burst into tears.

"Wow~"

Don't be afraid of Victor taking up the weapon of law.

I'm afraid he'll put down the law and take up weapons.

To put it bluntly, you really can't just beat him up with dozens of people like you did in Iraq. North America is so small, you really can't expand.

This is also the way of Victor, the old man.

You hit me, I hit the United States.

When I get drunk, I hit my neighbors!

Victor looked at them, "Excuse me, are there any gentlemen and ladies from Brazil and Venezuela?"

I saw a few hands in the delegation tremblingly raised.

He clapped his hands and smiled.

"Very good, you are my most precious guests~"

"Welcome to Mexico, Tijuana!"

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