Working as a police officer in Mexico

Buzz~

"Dear passengers, we have arrived in Vienna. Please take your luggage and get off the plane in an orderly manner..."

The soft voice of the flight attendant came over the radio. The steward at the cabin door raised his hands and said goodbye, and suddenly his face froze.

I saw a man in a black suit lighting up a cigarette.

In 1991, lighters were still allowed on airplanes, but there were still regulations prohibiting smoking.

"Sir, please go to the public smoking area, which is below."

As soon as the steward finished speaking, he took out a bundle of U.S. dollars from his underwear pocket and handed it over, "A fine."

The other party was stunned and didn't even understand. He saw more than 20 strong men behind him holding cigarettes...

His expression suddenly stiffened.

These people don't look like good people.

The leader is Jason Bourne!

"Boss, who should we look for first?" The strong man following behind took out a piece of paper with two names clearly written on it:

Vittorio Oliver, the owner of Austria's largest railway company, worth $4.7 billion, is also a member of Bohemia.

Obera von Habsburg!

Just by hearing this name, you can tell who he is. He is a member of the most honorable Habsburg family in Europe. He is also a direct descendant of the Austro-Hungarian Empire and the grandson of Karl I, the last emperor of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

Although the empire is gone, they still dominate business and are also a member of the Red Shoe Club. One of his special hobbies is that he likes to use twins as fabric on his leather shoes!

The cruelty of the methods is appalling.

"Royal family?"

Jason Bourne smiled and dropped the cigarette butt on the ground, "In what era do you still do this? Yes, according to the general, those meat eaters sitting high in heaven should feel the wrath of a common man!"

Franz Ferdinand was killed, causing a war, and now he wanted to see what would happen if another one died!

"Go to eat first and get weapons. It's dark and windy at night, so you can kill people!" Jason Bourne grabbed his hair, waved his hand, "Let's go."

boom!

A sudden thunderbolt hit the sunny sky. When I raised my head, I saw dark clouds beginning to drift in from a distance, slowly surrounding the entire city.

Wow…

It started to rain heavily in the sky, and pedestrians ran away covering their heads.

until night…

It rains a lot, but the dark night always brings a sense of... fear to people. Rats crawl out of the sewers and rush into the garbage piles in the corners, looking for leftover food.

It’s not easy to be a mouse. Do you think that Europeans and Americans are stupid and throw everything delicious into the trash can? Then some self-media boasts that Europeans and Americans can’t finish it, and sashimi is too much. The caviar is all gone. Come on.

Fuck you MD.

A beam of light suddenly shone over, and the mouse raised its head in confusion, its tail lifted up, its little eyes began to purr, and then it ran outside...

But when I walked past it without looking at the traffic lights, a tire ran over it, and I screamed and was crushed to pieces.

The car involved in the accident was a van with a familiar brand: Da Jinbei!

This car was launched in 1991.

Jason Bourne was smoking a cigarette and holding an M249 machine gun with a drum magazine in his hand. Four or five of the other people in the car were carrying PF89 individual rocket launchers, and the rest were all armed to the teeth. .

Is this going to war?

Or assassinate?

Jason Bourne opened the window and blew out the cigarette butt. A voice came from the headset, "The backup team is ready."

He glanced at his watch, "Three minutes later, the assault team will attack from the main entrance. The battle will be resolved within ten minutes. The nearest police station will dispatch police in about four minutes. The backup team will hinder the police as planned. Within fifteen minutes, we will Remove them all."

"Don't worry about causing bad influence, gentlemen, we are bad people ourselves!"

"For Joachim Ribbentrop! Revenge!"

At 12:20 in the evening, the rain was getting heavier...

There is no so-called wealthy area in Vienna. Obera von Habsburg lived in a manor on the outskirts of the city. She had a single-family house. The door outside was decorated with dragons and tigers, making it look grand and vigorous.

The originally quiet atmosphere was shattered by the sound of the accelerator, which shattered the darkness!

Your dad from Mexico is here! ! !

The big golden cup crashed into the door. What kind of thing is worthy of blocking the road?

The door was knocked flying as soon as it was opened...

Jason Bourne rushed out of the car without waiting for it to stop, and rushed into the manor with a machine gun. After hearing the news, the security personnel who came out were still wearing clothes, and the machine gun swiped over.

"There's a gun! Attack! Go and get the weapon!!" A security captain shouted in horror. The walls were covered in blood. He looked at his colleagues who fell on the ground, and his scalp went numb.

Public security in Vienna has always been very good.

After all, the United Nations has territory here...

As soon as the security captain finished speaking, he saw a grenade rolling over. His pupils froze, and with a bang, everyone was blown away. Half of his legs and two hands were gone. He fell to the ground, only wailing. .

The assault team that followed Jason Bourne in was nine people in total, and they cooperated very well. Three of them searched downstairs, and the remaining people ran up the stairs, kicked the door open, and swept the bed.

I came here today just to destroy the whole family!

Who cares who you are, even earthworms have to be split in half.

When a commando member kicked open the door of a room, he saw a fat figure rushing over. He threw him to the ground and pinched him with both hands, but man...

How can you engage in hand-to-hand combat without a gun?

Bang bang bang!

The bullet penetrated the fat from the abdomen, and blood spurted out on the back. The fat man stared, and finally died with his eyes closed.

We fought all the way to the bedroom on the top floor without encountering resistance, mainly because the security personnel were taken away in the first wave...

When Jason Bourne was about to open the door, his scalp suddenly went numb, and he subconsciously rolled into the bathroom.

Peng!

The wooden door was broken from the inside...

Half the door was gone.

A middle-aged man was holding a Winchester M1887 shotgun, wearing pajamas, cursing, stuck it in his waist, and pulled the trigger.

"Get out! Get out!" Obela von Habsburg shouted, "bastard!"

It looked very fierce, but after all, he was alone. He didn't care about his head and tail. The commando at the corner of the stairs fell to the ground, and he decisively pulled the trigger, shooting the bullet into Obera's ribs.

The other party screamed twice, couldn't hold the shotgun in his hand and dropped it to the ground. He started to panic and subconsciously bent down to pick it up. Jason Bourne in the bathroom rushed out and grabbed his neck. Hit the wall hard.

"Don't... don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Obera von Habsburg begged for mercy and shouted, vomiting blood, "Give me money, I can give you a lot of money, don't kill me."

Jason gasped and pulled his hair into the house. Screams were heard inside, and a woman hugged two girls and looked at him in horror.

He took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Obela, "Do you recognize it?"

Above are two girls as cute as dolls, wearing princess dresses and smiling happily.

Obela shivered with fear when she saw this photo.

"They were turned into leather shoes by you. Their parents have been living in pain. They searched many places but couldn't find it. In despair, they chose to jump off the building. Do you know? You really deserve to die."

Jason's words made the other party shake his head and cry, "I'll pay, I'll pay! One million US dollars, 10 million US dollars! One hundred million! Don't kill me!"

"Have you seen the dirty faces and weak bones of the capitalists, gentlemen? They are still trying to bribe us, but I'm sorry... I refuse!"

As he spoke, he took a machete from his teammate's hand, swung it, and cut off his ear. As Obela screamed, he cut off his facial features one by one, and finally gouged out his eyes. Throw it on the ground and stomp it hard!

The last knife cuts off the head...

Jason breathed out a hearty breath, raised his eyes, looked at Obela's wife and children coldly, and said with a smile, "Send them back to the west."

Two team members pointed their machine guns at them and fired!

This is already very humane.

Jason wrote on the wall with blood on the ground: "Mexican Illuminati!"

"If and when darkness falls, shout for Victor!"

"withdraw!"

He led the people out of the manor and already heard the sound of police cars.

After all, Obera's identity was sensitive. Although the Austro-Hungarian Empire had collapsed, there were still many survivors, old and young. To ensure his safety, the police station was not far from his home.

Usually nothing happens.

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But tonight I suddenly heard gunshots. The cadres on duty felt something was wrong and hurriedly brought the police over to provide support.

Five police cars sped by with their lights flashing.

At the corner, a van was crossing the middle of the road.

"Give way to the car in front!!" the police sergeant shouted loudly with his bullhorn.

The van door opened instantly, revealing the Vulcan cannon inside!

12 tubes…

The sergeant in the lead car was so frightened that his eyes widened, and before he could say anything, the bullets came over at once, chugging, chugging, chugging...

The police cars were sieved.

The big golden cup passed by the battlefield, Jason glanced at it, "Let's go, next game, Vittorio Oliver!"

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"The whole family of the Austrian royal family was killed!" 》

"The super rich man died at home, and the murderer was horrific!" 》

The newspapers were flying all over the next day, and there was no way to hide this kind of thing.

Especially at the entrance of the Oberla Manor, a group of people gathered around the place, regardless of nationality. The police and soldiers were heavily armed and surrounded the place. The Austrian government was furious and sent professionals over.

Wearing a hat, a beard, and a trench coat, Hercule Poirot and his assistant stood in the bedroom and living room on the top floor. The miserable situation inside made the assistant a little unbearable, and ran out, holding a bag and vomiting.

He is an Austrian criminal investigation expert.

Even Hercule, who was used to seeing murder scenes, was a little nauseous, mainly because Oberra's head was just like a ball...

He took a deep breath, glanced at the words written on the wall, and raised his eyebrows, "Victor..."

"Isn't that the name of the Mexican tyrant? Did he do this?" The assistant came back with a pale face, "It's very possible, sir. Victor had said before that he would kill them one by one according to the list, and Oberra just Ranked 174th!”

Hercule Poirot frowned. This seemed to be the case, but he knew that he had to pay attention to evidence. "Did the surveillance camera capture it?"

"The murderers were about ten people, armed with heavy weapons, and they cooperated tacitly. They were extremely ruthless and left no one alive."

He nodded, and when he opened the inner door of the bedroom, he seemed to have stepped on something. He looked down and saw an envelope? It's just stained red with blood, so that if you don't look carefully, you really can't find it.

Hercule bent down, picked up the envelope with gloves on, and opened the seal. Inside was a stack of photos, a pair of strange twins and their parents?

Why are you here?

There is a piece of paper tucked inside...

He spread it out and it read:

"Baby, this is the 1213th day since you left. Mom misses you so much. I seem to see your face every day. I really want to hold you and hum the lullaby you want to hear."

"Child, mother can't bear it anymore..."

"Child, mom is here. Mom heard your cry. Where are you?"

"child…"

The assistant also read the letter and lowered his voice, "Sir, according to the evidence provided by the Mexican government, Obela was accused of torturing twins and turning them into leather shoes. You said..."

Hercule Poirot's teeth hurt when he heard it.

"You said he was the 174th? How many in total?"

"194."

"Check, if the people with the last ten names are still there, ask the intelligence agent."

The assistant nodded hurriedly, picked up the phone and called a familiar intelligence broker. He gave the money and got everything you wanted.

About five minutes later, the assistant came back in a panic and said, "Sir, they are all dead. Last night, the ten people behind were all attacked. Among them was a descendant of the British royal family. Although he was a side branch, when he was discovered, he was Hanging on…”

"On London Bridge! There is also his XXX at the end..."

"Hang a banner on him: What happens to rapists!"

Damn you, you are so cruel.

Hanging the British royal family on London Bridge really fits the occasion.

"It is impossible for individuals to launch attacks at the same time, not even for ordinary organizations." Hercule Poirot said half of this sentence, but in fact the assistant understood...

There is only a strong organization to support it, and the other party has money, people, and information, and they lack everything...

Then there is only Victor!

"What is he trying to do? There is darkness in the world. Isn't he disrupting order by doing this?" the assistant complained, not knowing what he was complaining about.

"Does he really think of himself as a savior?"

"That's ridiculous!"

"Is he going to kill them all?"

Just like some people sympathize with capitalists, cows and horses will defend their bosses, and some people will pity the "murderers."

Hercule Poirot narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this.

"The world shouldn't be like this, we need people who uphold justice."

The assistant looked at him in surprise, "Sir, haven't you always opposed lynching?"

Hercule was silent and spoke softly.

"Because I can't beat him."

Justice and injustice...doesn't it all depend on the weapon in your hand? When you hold a knife, you are the judge.

And now...

Victor represents justice!

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