Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 351 Hydra's Just Cause!
The people who died in the London bombings were too...sensitive.

It also triggered a series of chain reactions.

The head of the Camorra, Francesco Petrarch, nicknamed "Tiger Head", was killed. Wow, there were more than 230 shootings in Naples in one night!
The death toll reached hundreds.

Mainly because some criminal groups took advantage of the situation when they lost their leader and started robbing and fighting each other.

The most horrifying thing is.

In a Serie A match the next day.

Napoli lost to Juventus, and the team's star player Maradona was injured and left the field due to a malicious foul, which made the football hooligans in the stadium very unhappy.

Italian football hooligans are notoriously lawless!
Many of them are thugs from the Camorra and other criminal groups.

A group of people started chasing Juventus players and fans and beating them up, from the stadium to outside the stadium. The police came up and were left alone, so they joined in the beating!

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

Italian troops have begun to enter Naples!
The Camorra's chaos has caused national alarm in Italy.

The security minister even gave kind advice on television, hoping that all parties would exercise restraint and avoid innocent people being hurt.

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

That's fucking Italy.

If you were the Soviet Union...

Especially in the era of the loving 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 "elite troops" of 240 men, stormed the official residence, and proclaimed himself king!

cough cough...

It was passed by the TV station.

The three elements of rebellion: military camps, radio stations, and official residences are all in my hands. If I don’t become king, who will?
This is like the imperial seal in ancient times. If it is not in my hands, I am a good citizen. But if it is in my hands, it will be difficult for me to deal with it.

The first thing the adjutant did after taking over was not to seek justice for the boss Raoul Cedras, but to send troops to surround the drug raw material plantation, which was his own...small treasury.

As for Japan...

They are a very quiet group. Perhaps they are too embarrassed to say that a high-ranking Yakuza leader was killed, so they can only pretend to be grandsons.

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

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 work with the world 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 one to make a statement.

At the Government Communications Headquarters (GCHQ) in Cheltenham, the British Intelligence Agency's premises, is the former site of the infamous Room 40.

In the deep conference room on the top floor.

Director Tahar Boggs, nicknamed "C", sat nearby with a gloomy look in his eyes. This nickname was actually hereditary.

The origin of this letter is that the first director, Manisfield Cmin, signed his name with a 'C'; since then all directors have been called 'C'.

Sitting below him were the heads of various departments.

"The Mexicans are trying their best to distance themselves from the matter!" Dario Olivares of CIA-007 said in a deep voice. This guy... looks very gentlemanly, just like James Bond in .

But his mouth stinks like James Bond!
Director Tahar Boggs asked him where the evidence was.

He said directly, "Mexicans are like a 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 drug lord..."

The person in charge of the Fifth Department nearby glanced at him.

Do you want to take a look at what you are saying? The examples you cited make us the villains.

Director Dario Olivares probably knew that what he said was wrong. He was silent for a moment and slammed his fist on the table. "Anyway, I think it was Victor who did it!"

“He’s not a good guy!”

This racially discriminatory dissatisfaction all stems from the failure of CIA-6 in Mexico, where many people were silenced, making their decades of work in North America go to waste.

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

After World War II, Churchill knew the "harm" that the United States posed to the world. Although they said they were allies, they actually started to block people from each other from the very beginning. After all, everyone wanted to be the big brother.

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

Including Britain, France, Germany, Austria, Türkiye, etc.

They are all standing here spying on America.

Who knew that once Victor came on stage, he would sweep them all away.

To some extent, Americans have Victor to thank.

"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 that there were "like-minded people", Dario Olivares of CIA-6 looked at the director happily and expectantly.

"You all don't want to become a laughing stock among your foreign counterparts!"

This kind of thing happens often anyway.

Among the world's four major intelligence agencies, who has not done such unscrupulous things?
Do you think they really know everything in the world?

The noses of Japanese Akitas are not that sensitive.

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

It's like they're trying to force the emperor to abdicate.

Tahar Boggs's face twitched, his brows were frowned with a look of dissatisfaction. He was the new director who had just been transferred from the general staff department, and some of the elite soldiers under him were still undisciplined.

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

"Come in!"

A female staff member ran in and said, “An organization… has claimed responsibility for this.”

……

On Oxford Street in London.

This is one of the most prosperous commercial streets in the UK, on ​​par with the Champs Elysees in Paris, Fifth Avenue in New York, and Ginza in Tokyo, Japan.

It receives more than 10 million tourists every year.

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

But at noon on April 4rd.

The large TV screen hanging in the middle of the street was playing a song, but suddenly it went black, and then a man wearing a balaclava appeared, wearing a suit and a red tie, looking... out of place!
This change naturally attracted the attention of all the 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.

Overwhelmed.

"Good afternoon, everyone. Nice to meet you all. Perhaps you are curious about me and think I am doing performance art, but I am sorry. I am here to tell you something."

"My name is Arthur, and I'm affiliated with the Hydra Justice Organization! We claim responsibility for the bombings and shootings in London!"

Wow!
The people below were suddenly in an uproar when they heard this. They looked around and followed their companions to speak 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, when you find out who we have assassinated again, please don't be surprised. That person may be doing something evil!"

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

"Next, we will assassinate..."

The person on TV said as he pulled 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 simply unplugged the TV, physically resolving the problem of hacker intrusion.

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 justice.

"I know where the southern Mexican representative lives, follow me." A local London guy stood on a stone barrier and waved his hands and shouted, and the people around him followed him.

A group of people ran towards a hotel.

Slowly, the crowd grew like a snowball.

As expected, no matter where you are, there are always a lot of people watching the fun.

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

Many people have two questions.

Who the hell is Hydra!

Will the southern Mexican representative die?!

After the government found out, they sent police and secret agents to provide close protection and even cleared out the hotel.

There were some minor conflicts. When the mounted police were dispersing the crowd, they clashed with several young people and were pulled off their horses, but they were held down by other police officers.

"No, move to the safe house of the Intelligence Agency!" The royal family felt that this was not feasible. There were still too many people in the hotel and if something happened again, they would really be pinned to the ground and rubbed.

The face is gone.

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

Although the British royal family has little power, it has great influence. Although they have no say, the government will not fail to give the royal family face.

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

In order to prevent accidents, a bulletproof armored vehicle was used, and it also underwent safety inspections to ensure that there were no problems with the vehicle.

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.

"It's out, it's out." the onlookers shouted.

Then I saw a delegation from southern Mexico coming out. There were about twenty people there, and they all had gloomy faces.

The leader of the group is a big drug lord, who is also the Minister of Finance of the newly established southern government and the cousin of Pablo Escobar, the leader of the Medellin Group, Pepelusa!
This is a very important person.

He and his cousin worked together in smuggling small appliances, worked as a street thug, and even sold fruit on the roadside. The two had a good relationship since childhood.

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

Business is bad, I feel like jumping off a building recently.

In the past, they were the ones who made people jump off buildings!
Pepelusa, with a gloomy face, got into the Mercedes bulletproof car surrounded by a group of people. Looking at the group of people outside giving him the middle finger, his face was gloomy and serious, and he became even more irritated.

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

"hope so."

"drive!"

After everyone got on the bus, the mounted police led the way, the police on the side drove away the crowd, and the convoy left the hotel.

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

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

Someone grumbled to the person next to him in dissatisfaction.

"Let's go, let's go have a couple of drinks and then go watch the London Derby..." an old man said to his companions.

boom! ! ! !

There was a sudden and violent explosion in the convoy that was driving away.

Then the armored Mercedes Benz car that Mr. Pepelusa was sitting in took off from the spot?!
MD!

It’s bulletproof, but it’s not bulletproof!
It was blown to pieces directly. This was not the only one. Three other cars exploded in front and behind, leaving no trace of the drug dealers' representatives inside. The police nearby were also affected.

The mounted policeman in front was still trying to show off, but the horse was frightened by the explosion. It ran in panic, neighing, and instantly threw the mounted policeman off, stepping hard on the horse's ribs with its hind hoof.

You can hear the crisp sound of bones breaking.

The policeman screamed and fainted.

“Explode…explode!”

The crowd watching the excitement not far away had not yet completely dispersed their vision. Their pupils shrank as they looked at the tragic explosion and they all subconsciously took a step back.

Scalp numbness.

Death list, effective!

The Mexican southern delegation, led by Pepelusa, was wiped out!
There were cries of grief and shouting everywhere. The police who had been watching came to support very quickly. Dario Olivares from CIA-6 gritted his teeth as he looked at Pepelusa who was blown to ashes on the ground.

"Hydra!"

And there is 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 held out his hand, "Waiter, pay the bill!"

He glanced at the explosion site in the distance, a smile flashing in his eyes.

Their core motto within Hydra: Be loyal to the leader!

Since someone wants to go against them, let these drug dealers die.

Death is the greatest mercy the Emperor can show to his enemies.

"Amen." Reinhard Tristan Eugen crossed himself. "Praise Victor."

...

"Praise Victor!"

Morelia. Slums.

The little boy expressed his sincere gratitude after receiving a portion of food from Captain Paul Emil.

Ever since the other party helped discover Mossad last time, the captain has been bringing him food, as a way of thanking him.

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

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

“I might have to 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?" asked Paul Emil.

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

The captain was confused by this, but he immediately laughed and shook his head, "I can recommend you to go to military school, but if you join the army, you must always be loyal to Victor, to the leader."

“Do you have corn seafood soup?”

"of course."

The little boy stood up immediately, saluted like a soldier, and shouted, "Loyalty!!"

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

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

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

"George..."

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

"George Catlett Marshall!"

……

(End of this chapter)