Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 353 I smoke, so is it okay for me to carry an ashtray with me?
One week after the London bombings.

The police arrested nearly 100 suspects, most of whom were spreading false terrorist information.

Some people even "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 her castle in the countryside overnight.

In order to prevent accidents to other delegates attending the conference, the British placed them all in the barracks of the SAS Special Service Regiment.

It was like Jacqueline holding a skull—a first!
All food is strictly screened, and even taking a shit requires someone to accompany you.

finally…

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

The accompanying staff next to him quickly comforted him and signaled him not to get excited.

"If such a big country can't even catch a terrorist organization, what's the point? What the hell is MI6? The taxpayers support a bunch of garbage!!"

This scared the people around him so much that they quickly covered his mouth.

"Your Highness, we are on someone else's territory, please don't say such rude words."

If Daiying can’t deal with Hydra, can he not deal with you, the...heir of a declining third-rate country?

Felipe pushed them away and sat on the sofa sulking.

When the Spaniards saw this, they all 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 tea table kicked over on the ground, and then pretended not to see it, "Sir, Prince Michael will meet you in the conference room."

Felipe didn't like the word "reception".

We are all royals. Why are you British nobler than me Spanish? We are all relatives.

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

Follow the staff to the meeting room.

It was already full of people.

There were white people, black people, and yellow people. Everyone had a frown on their face, and some dissatisfaction was accumulating in their hearts.

Don't say...

Let’s hold the meeting in this fucking conference room.

It’s better to go to the lecture hall, at least there is air conditioning.

When the bearded Prince Michael of Britain saw him, he came over with a smile and patted his shoulder gently, "Felipe, how was your rest..."

Take a look!

What a presumptuous question.

Felipe said sarcastically, "In the SAS barracks, we are safe."

Comfortable?

For the crown prince who has been spoiled since childhood, the accommodation conditions here are simply rubbish!
For meat eaters, life in the military camp is just bad.

Look at General Beiguo, he was wearing khaki work clothes and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, but according to what his Japanese chef later revealed, he privately had a "happy group". The words "like" and "happy" have different meanings when reversed.

Father Felipe, the old king has to find prostitutes when he goes abroad.

Prince Michael's expression froze and he looked a little embarrassed. He no longer had any interest in chatting with him privately, so he asked someone to lead him to his seat.

Felipe looked around and saw that the Danish and Dutch royal families looked a little better. It would be a loss of face if he sat with some people he had never heard of.

Being close to the people is a character trait, but it is not a life.

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

Prince Michael looked at his watch and saw that the time was almost up, so he clapped his hands and stood on the podium, "Everyone, I'm sorry for the series of problems that 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 enough, many people will die all over the world. What we need is counterattack and violent means to solve the problem!

But they didn't feel it at all.

If it wasn't for the internal strife, I would really stand up and confront him now.

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

Then a phone call was heard. The cell phone on the table of the man sitting opposite rang. He looked at Prince Michael with a slightly apologetic look, and the latter smiled with understanding.

That man is a representative of an anti-government armed group active in South America. If Britain wants to stab Victor in the ass, this group of people will be very useful.

The other party picked up the phone, pressed the answer button, and then heard a bang!
The communication device in my hand exploded!!!
The shock wave shattered the windows, and half of the man holding it was blown off!
The broken arm fell to the ground, and you could still see the trembling blue veins inside!
The bomb had a serious impact, covering almost the entire surrounding area. The injured fell to the ground wailing.

Prince Michael stared with a blank look on his face. How...how could this happen!
Cell phones can also explode?!
The soldiers outside who heard the noise rushed in hurriedly.

"Hurry! Rescue the wounded!" Prince Michael shouted sharply, his voice almost breaking.

This could happen in a SAS barracks?!

Jingle bells ~ jingle bells ~
Just as he screamed, the phones that fell to the ground all rang at this moment.

His face turned pale!
Just wanted to run...

Peng! ! !
A stream of gas rushed out from the conference room, shattering the lights in the corridor outside.

"Help!"

A figure covered in blood crawled out of the house, roaring loudly with trembling hands. He raised his head and looked at the soldiers running towards him from a distance. His head tilted and he fainted.

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

"Hello, is this the London Times? Something happened. I heard an explosion here, and there's an ambulance. Yes! Yes! In the military camp. 200 pounds? Fuck you!" A fat resident was making an excited call, but when he heard the offer from the other party, he was so angry that he was about to hang up the phone.

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

"Okay, then come over quickly, the address is XXXXX..." He was about to give the address when a busy tone came from the phone.

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

Fatty was also an knowledgeable man and he knew at a glance that this was a blocked signal.

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

Tsk tsk tsk…

The beating was horrible.

But he was not a loser. When he found a problem, he solved it. He took out his camera, stood on the balcony and took a few pictures inside, which he would sell to reporters later.

His intuition told him that something serious had happened.

The news of the SAS camp explosion could not be hidden at all.

British journalists are famous for being awesome; nothing can be hidden from them if they want to know.

There is a saying: We see deeper than the CIA!
After such in-depth investigation, a press release titled "Military Camp Explosion, 10 Dead, 7 Injured!" was released the next day.
"According to insiders, an explosion occurred in the SAS barracks, affecting more than a dozen people who were in a meeting inside. Ten people died. The specific list of people is unknown, but it includes representatives of the British royal family, the Danish royal family, the Dutch royal family, and the Spanish royal family..."

There was a huge uproar for a while!
Many people speculated that it was Hydra who did it.

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 are in urgent need of fresh blood, they found...

They are eager to admit things that many people dare not admit.

There are a lot of tricks.

The angry Hydra came out and published a short essay, saying that it was them who did it and that their target was those who were with drug dealers and those who were involved in drug control.

"We also warn those terrorist organizations, please do not sell drugs, do not traffic in people, and do not even think about taking children away from their hometowns. We are watching you, remember, remember! Hydra says hello to you, and wishes you good morning, good afternoon, and good night!"

Hey, that's polite.

But the terrorist organization did not take this threat seriously at all.

Which terrorist does not commit illegal and criminal activities?
Drug trafficking is no big deal!
If an organization wants to grow stronger, it has to do something that is against the will of heaven and earth.

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

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

That is: "If justice is not absolute, then it is absolutely unjust. Any means are used to serve justice. Any bad person does not need to be tried and can be directly executed!"

This is very popular. Some people even set up a website for them.

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

It seems that there are still many people pursuing justice.

Violence?

You see, I use your own methods to deal with you, and you are unhappy.

Sure enough, Europe and the United States are both double-standard dogs!
……

4 month 15 day.

As the international situation becomes increasingly tense.

What's up with Victor?

He should still eat, but now he drinks.

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

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

The phone call came from Propaganda Minister Goebbels, who was in charge of the reception.

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

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

"MD, you're here to cause trouble!"

"Joseph, get the car ready."

The captain of the guard outside, Joseph Joffre, responded quickly.

When Emperor Wei stood up and walked out, he paused and put the ashtray into his pocket.

And this time in the Tijuana slums.

More than twenty cars were parked on the main road, and many people of different skin colors got off from them. Bodyguards stood by and watched vigilantly.

Goebbels was accompanied by an American, Field Whitney, the US human rights spokesperson and UN Human Rights Council member, a handsome middle-aged man.

He stood at the entrance of the slum, looked around, sniffed the air, and frowned, "This living environment is very poor. It's easy for people here to breed bacteria. You should do better."

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

“This environment is much better now!”

"Not enough." Field Whitney shook his head.

“What about the ghettos in America?”

"There are no slums in America, sir."

"Fuck you!"

Field Whitney's face darkened. "Is this how all Mexicans entertain people?"

"Shut up!" Goebbels shouted at his colleague who had started to retort, and then looked at him, "I'm sorry, Mr. Field."

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

He said and walked up first.

"Minister!" A Mexican government official shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Why are you panicking? The general is here."

When they heard that Victor was coming, everyone's mouths suddenly shut.

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

Field Whitney led the delegation up there and saw that the ground was really clean, with children washing clothes under the faucet.

The water is very clear.

This kind of livelihood project is of top priority. It is a little difficult to demolish and renovate slums now, but we can give them some help, such as water and electricity.

It was impossible for the slums to have long-term electricity in the past, and the water was turbid, so it even had to be drawn from outside. Special water pumps were also hired, and a lot of effort was put in to solve these problems.

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

"Children are not receiving an education? This is not respect for human rights."

"Today is Saturday, a weekend off," said Goebbels.

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

But how could the child understand? He looked confused.

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

The attendant wrote down the incident.

Goebbels frowned.

"If you keep writing, I'll smash your hand to pieces."

A strong voice came, and when I turned my head, I saw Victor walking towards me 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 had seen a backbone.

Field Whitney frowned, but quickly relaxed.

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

Victor glanced at her and used his cigar to light the ash on her hand. She quickly withdrew her hand because it was too hot. "What are you doing!"

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

"We are representing various UN organizations to assess you, and you are so uncooperative..."

But before Field Whitney could finish his words, he was greeted by a backhand attack from Victor.

Used ashtray.

ashtray?!!
Goebbels and others were stunned. Why would someone bring this thing with him?
Victor smashed a bloody hole in the other person's forehead, "You said my water is not clean? Come, let him taste it!"

The guard Chang Xiafei and two bodyguards behind him held his head and dragged him under the faucet, turned it up to the maximum, and rushed towards his face!
The other members of the delegation nearby were all a little stunned.

“We are the United Nations…”

"United you! 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. If I get angry, I'll kill you."

Victor glared and pointed the bloody ashtray at the delegation's accompanying stenographer. "Write it down and say that Tijuana is better than New York. New York is full of drug dealers, but no one here takes drugs."

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

"General, the Americans are not moving!" the captain of the guards said.

The female stenographer burst into tears when she heard the news.

"Wow~"

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

I am afraid that he will abandon the law and take up arms.

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

This is also the way of Victor, the sixth brother.

If you hit me, I will hit America.

Beat up your neighbor when you're drunk!
Victor looked at them. "Excuse me, are there any gentlemen and ladies from Brazil and Venezuela?"

I saw several hands in the delegation raised tremblingly.

He clapped his hands and smiled.

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

"Welcome to Mexico, Tijuana!"

……

(End of this chapter)