Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 400 CIA is me, and I am Hydra!

“Get out! Get out!! Get out!!”

A truck was rampaging through the streets of Mexico City. The person in the passenger seat stuck his head out, holding a gun in his hand, and yelled at the refugees blocking the road.

Chug tug tug…

Bullets were fired into the air, scaring the refugees in front so much that they moved out of the way.

The truck just squeezed out...

Suddenly, a child lost his balance and fell out of the crowd, and his forehead was instantly run over by the truck's tire!
puff!
There was a crisp sound of bones breaking, and colorful liquids spurted out.

The truck didn't even stop, it just drove away, followed by several cars, whose tires rolled over it recklessly, and the little body was torn into pieces like a rag...

The ground was covered with blood!

"Ah! Ah!" A woman screamed in despair, kneeling on the ground and crying. She frantically held the broken limbs in her hands and tried hard to piece them together. She looked around, hoping that someone could come to help her...

She screamed in pain, beat her chest and stamped her feet, and trembled all over.

The child's blood was all over the mother's body. She looked at the vehicles going away and cried out loudly!

Some of the refugees nearby showed sympathy, some bowed their heads and sighed, and some looked numb...

Since Popovich was killed, public security in Mexico City has completely collapsed!
Gangs, drug dealers, and the military began to rob in groups!

All the luxury stores on the famous "Crown Street" were looted. The army rushed in and took away the gold, jewelry, and even the lucky cats with sacks.

The drug dealers robbed the refugees and killed anyone who refused to pay!
The Chimahuacan slums are littered with dead bodies…

Scarlet rats were gnawing at the corpses in the fetid gutters.

And the rich...

Then go south under the protection of bodyguards!

No, this is called the migration of cultured people to the south???

Just like the convoy just now, it belongs to the "food tycoon" Bink Group in Mexico City!
They monopolized food production and had original assets of approximately $17 billion, but he was also a "supporter" of old Mexican society and openly criticized Victor's rule.

So, when they found out that Mexico City was not a good option, they ran away with their family.

Inside the car at this time, Juan Beckman Santos, president of the Bink Group, was sitting with his legs crossed while talking on the phone. His two children were sitting next to him, playing with Disney dolls.

Ok…

This doll is something that slum refugees can never afford in their lifetime...

After Juan Beckman Santo hung up the phone, the driver looked at him in the rearview mirror and said, "Sir, it seems that our car just ran over someone..."

"If they're dead, they're just a bunch of homeless people." He said casually, then smiled and touched his daughter. "When we get to the south, what do you want to eat?"

“I want to go eat steak!”

"Okay, okay, no problem." He nodded lovingly.

He didn't care at all that his convoy had crushed someone to death.

Reporters who rushed to the scene wore vests and filmed the accident scene, and many of them were broadcasting live.

There was even a Korean reporter. Why did I say Korea?
Because he has a GB face.

He looked at the corpse on the ground, suppressed his nausea, and said to the people around him, "It's disgusting. It still stinks even after it's dead."

“Mexicans are drug addicts at heart.”

Hey, there just happened to be a Mexican reporter who could understand.

They went up to him and argued with him, but he not only denied it, but also accused him of slander. The Mexican male reporter punched him, and then a fight broke out. They punched and kicked each other, and the three Koreans were pinned to the ground and beaten.

I seemed to hear some shouting.

"Woof woof~Woof woof woof!" (Help! Don't hit me!)
So lively...

"We can see that the scene is in chaos..." A Brazilian female reporter was still explaining the situation when she suddenly felt someone pulling at the corner of her clothes. She lowered her head and saw a boy holding a little girl, both of whose faces were covered in dirt.

"What's up, kid?"

"Are you reporters?" the boy asked with wide eyes.

"of course."

"Then may I ask, can Mr. Victor of the Northern Army see it?"

The Brazilian female reporter was stunned. “Maybe.”

The boy's face lit up with joy, and then he lifted up his and his sister's clothes, revealing their bellies, and said, "Mr. Victor, please come to Mexico City and save us!!"

He shouted at the top of his voice, "Sir, please save us!"

...

"Gentlemen!"

In the Plaza de León, Victor looked at the soldiers below, raised his hands, and his eyes were red. "Do you know what's happening in Mexico City now?"

"Corpses are everywhere! There is no order!"

“Do you know what the market in Mexico City is like?”

"Poor people are picking up vegetable leaves. That small bag of flour costs 20 dollars. 20 dollars!! This is the expenses of a poor family for 3 months!!"

"They live in darkness, they shout to the sky, they are waiting for us to administer justice!"

"Gentlemen!"

"Our people are calling us! Charge into Mexico City, kill the drug dealers who bully our compatriots, kill those who are on top of us, and tell them that we are here, and peace and justice are here!"

"Go!"

"Victory will always belong to us!"

"Long live victory!!"

"Hi!!"

"Long live Victor!!"

All the soldiers of the 3rd Marine Division below raised their hands and shouted!

Even Ye Jihan, a "foreigner", felt his blood boiling.

"I finally understand why our village chief asked us single men not to gather together for no reason." Zhang Ziqiang said in a low voice with his face flushed.

"This is so fucking passionate, anyone who listens to it will not listen to it. I feel like I am Mexican now."

'Don't talk.' Ye Jihan hushed, looking at the man on the stage waving his arms in a final salute. This was the first time he had seen Victor.

But this moment...

He seemed to see a leader whom he would always follow.

According to the redeployment plan, three regiments of the 3rd Division rushed directly through Querétaro State into the State of Mexico, while the rest surrounded the "1st Brigade" and other troops that had killed their "leader", and after defeating them together with the 2nd Marine Division, they entered Mexico City.

When he learned that Lieutenant General Hastings Ike Auchinleck was rebelling against his superiors, he said this to his entourage, the commander of the 3rd Division, Alexievich Brusilov, Major General Chief of Staff Frederick von Paulus and others.

"Destiny is mine!"

Victor, standing on the high platform, watched the troops leave. His gaze went far away, his head raised, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to see his suffering people.

"Long live victory!"

At this moment, an attendant behind him received a call and ran over urgently, "General, something happened in the Soviet Union."

"Someone is armed..."

Victor frowned and looked at Casare, "What day is it today?"

"September 8!"

He raised his head, his eyes deep and hesitant, "The Soviet Union is beginning to collapse."

…Just when everyone’s eyes were on Mexico, a major news came!

The August 819th Incident occurred in the Soviet Union!

(I can’t go into detail, you can search it yourself).

This change shocked the whole world!

Many Soviet republics expressed condemnation!
Even the Pentagon began to jump out, "This is a shocking coup, it's simply appalling!"

But the spokesperson could hardly suppress the smile, which was almost stretching his balls.

Now even the most ignorant person can see that the contradictions within the Soviet Union have begun to manifest themselves externally.

dying!
All the younger brothers who followed the Soviet Union were so anxious that they didn't know what to do. They called or contacted the Soviet Union through their own connections, but... no one answered.

But some people said that the streets were full of protesters!

The wind from the east blew away the gloom in the Pentagon.

Former Defense Secretary Richard Bruce Cheney peels an apple for George H.W. Bush at his bedside at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center.

Do you think he wants to come?
The boss had people call him more than a dozen times!
"Sir, the Soviet Union is going to collapse. They are already fighting among themselves."

Old Bush's eyes were shining and his expression was excited.

This opponent has been in office for more than 1945 years since 40. He has been with so many American presidents, and his term is finally coming to an end. Doesn't that mean that he will lead the country into an era that belongs to the United States? !
He suddenly felt energized and moved his body upwards, and his family members around him hurriedly helped him up.

"Is the news accurate?" His voice was a little weak.

"Well, the whole world is watching. That XXX is now under house arrest."

George H.W. Bush laughed slowly, and finally loudly. But halfway through his laughter, his voice got stuck and he started coughing violently.

George W. Bush patted his father's back vigorously and tried to comfort him with concern.

"I'm fine. I've never been happier."

Glancing at his boss from the corner of his eye, Richard Bruce Cheney said softly, "Sir, I plan to resign."

"????!"

Bush's face froze. He looked at the other person, and the old defense minister avoided the question a little. "My grandson is born. I want to spend my remaining years in peace and comfort."

Safe!

This word is important.

Bush understood immediately that the other party did not want to get involved in the CIA's problems, which made him a little panicked, "Richard, are you going to leave me too?"

This…

"I'm just an ordinary old guy." Richard Bruce Cheney sighed.

The defense minister of a superpower said this.

He put the apple aside and said gently, "I think Donald is more suitable to be the Secretary of Defense than me. He is ambitious and energetic. He also has a high prestige in the military. If the CIA..."

Richard Bruce Cheney paused, "The army under his command can quickly put down the rebellion."

Use the military against the CIA!

"Have a good rest, sir. I have already written my resignation letter. Please approve it." Then, he took out the written resignation letter from his arms and placed it on his quilt. He stood up and nodded, "I will not disturb your rest."

He turned around and left decisively.

Without any hesitation.

"He's scared! Hahaha, even he's half buried in the ground and he's scared!" Old Bush smiled and shook his head, his tone full of helplessness.

"Father, CIA Director Stanfield Turner was shot in the office with you. It is unlikely that he would betray the United States," Bush Jr. said after hesitation.

"The CIA director and the CIA are two different things. This department is wrapped up in the will of the United States. You also know that during the time I was injured and hospitalized, the CIA extracted my blood, DNA, and physical condition. What are they going to do? Are they planning to develop venom against me?!"

"There's a CIA bug in my office, and you've been followed by the CIA. Do they think we don't know this?"

Old Bush became more and more excited as he spoke, and began to retch violently.

"If we want to go further, we have no choice but to abandon them and curb their power!!"

The CIA was created under Hoover's brutal leadership and had already infiltrated everywhere under the dictatorship of 47 years. Why did they later establish the US Defense Information Systems Agency in 2023? And they said it would coordinate the CIA and the FBI?

There is no other choice but to break away from them and set up a new department!
If you want to affect their interests, they don't care who you are. The president can be anyone, but there can only be one CIA, and some orders are not necessarily issued by the director.

"The CIA is like a tumor growing in America's bones. It is of no use to us. We must cut off their chance of survival and not let them continue to live!"

"You will live in the White House in the future, and I will clear any obstacles for you!"

Bush Sr. said this very firmly, as if... this location was his home?
Little Bush looked at his stubborn father, patted his shoulder and sighed.

"The new Minister of Defense..."

"Let's nominate Donald Rumsfeld, whose character will help us pacify the CIA."

"clear."

Bush Sr. covered him with a quilt, then walked to the window and saw Richard Bruce Cheney coming down the stairs. The other party also stopped and looked up. Although no one could see clearly, they nodded to each other subconsciously.

The old defense chief breathed a sigh of relief. Having put down his burden, he felt extremely relaxed.

Finally, he doesn't have to face Victor or the CIA. Now all he wants is to go fishing.

When he got in the car, he saw a photo hanging on the wall with a smiling child in it. Richard smiled gently and kissed the child.

Once you turn on the fire...

boom! !

The cheap car suddenly turned into an expensive fireball.

The huge shock wave from the explosion shattered all the glass downstairs and flattened the green belt. You could see layers of "gas" with the naked eye.

Even young Bush, standing on top, could feel the heat rushing towards him!
He stared in horror and sat down on the ground.

Old Bush behind him had his eyes open and was shaking violently. His breathing became disordered and his eyes were frighteningly red. The whole bed made noises as he shook violently.

Little Bush quickly got up and saw that his father seemed to be ill.

"Quick! Call a doctor!"

The bodyguard at the door also pushed the door open. He was a little overwhelmed when he saw this scene. Only when he heard the roar did he go to pull the doctor.

soon…

The Secret Service surrounded the hospital!

Bush was sent to the ICU.

It all changed so fast.

CIA headquarters in Langley on the Potomac River.

Chief Stanfield Turner is making eye contact with a white man.

"Hydra promises to help you get rid of anyone who is unfriendly to the CIA." Reinhard Tristan Eugen said with a smile, with a few cards in front of him.

Bush Sr., Richard Bruce Cheney, and several others who have spoken out publicly against the CIA.

There is now an "X" drawn on the Richard card.

"You are challenging the bottom line!!" Stanfield Turner said in a low voice with dissatisfaction.

"Don't you want to be Hoover?"

Reinhard smiled and collected the cards on the table. "Hoover killed many competitors."

"I'm helping you, aren't I?"

……

(End of this chapter)