Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 445 Kill! kill! kill!

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

A very gentle voice of a flight attendant came from the radio. The chief steward at the cabin door put his hands up and said goodbye, but suddenly his face froze.

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

In 1991, lighters were still allowed on airplanes, but smoking was still prohibited on board.

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

As soon as the flight attendant finished speaking, he took out a bundle of US dollars from his underwear pocket and handed it over, "Fine."

The other party was stunned, and before he could figure out what was going on, he saw more than 20 strong men behind him smoking cigarettes...

His expression suddenly froze.

These people don't look like good people.

Leading the way is Jason Bourne!
"Boss, who should we look for first?" The sturdy man behind him took out a piece of paper with two names written on it:

Vittorio Oliver, owner of Austria's largest railway company, worth $47 billion, is also a member of Bohemia.

Orbella von Habsburg!

Just by listening to the name, you can tell his background. 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 Charles 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 Shoes Club. One of his special hobbies is that he likes to use twins as the fabric for his leather shoes!

The cruelty of the means is horrifying.

"Royal family?"

Jason Bourne smiled and threw his cigarette butt on the ground. "What era is this? Why are we still doing this? Yes, according to the general, those carnivores sitting high in heaven should feel the wrath of the common people!"

The killing of Franz Ferdinand caused a war, and now he wants to see what will happen if another person dies!
"Let's go eat first and get our weapons. It'll be dark and windy at night so we can kill people!" Jason Bourne grabbed his hair and waved his hand, "Let's go."

boom!
There was a sudden thunderbolt in the clear sky. Looking up, I saw dark clouds floating in from afar, slowly surrounding the entire city.

Wow…

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

Until the evening...

The rainfall didn't decrease, but the darkness always brought people a sense of...fear. Rats crawled out of the sewers and rushed into the garbage dump in the corner, looking for leftover food.

It's not easy to be a rat. Do you think Europeans and Americans are stupid? They throw all the delicious food into the trash can. Then some self-media make a fuss, saying that Europeans and Americans can't finish eating it, so they sell piles of sashimi and throw away the caviar. Come on.

Go to hell.

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

But as he walked over, he didn't even look at the traffic lights, and a tire ran over him. He let out a scream and was crushed into a bloody mess.

The vehicle involved in the accident was a van, the brand looked familiar, a big Jinbei!

This car was launched in 1991.

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

Are you going to war?
Or an assassination?

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

He glanced at his watch. "In three minutes, the assault team will charge from the main gate. 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 according to the plan. We must all evacuate within fifteen minutes."

"Don't worry about causing any bad influence, gentlemen, we are the bad guys ourselves!"

"For Joachim Ribbentrop! Revenge!"

At 12:20 pm, the rain was getting heavier...

There is no so-called wealthy area in Vienna. Orbella von Habsburg lives in a manor in the suburbs. It is a separate house with its own entrance. The gate outside is decorated with carvings of dragons and tigers, and looks grand and prosperous.

The originally quiet atmosphere was shattered by the sound of an accelerator!
Your dad from Mexico is here!!!

The big golden cup crashed into the gate. What kind of stuff is that? It’s worthy of blocking the road?

The door flew away as soon as it was knocked open...

Jason Bourne rushed out of the car without waiting for it to stop, and rushed into the manor with a machine gun. The security personnel who came out after hearing the news were still wearing their clothes, and the machine gun started to fire at them.

"There's a gun! Attack! Go get weapons!" a security captain shouted in fear. The walls were covered in blood. He looked at his colleague lying on the ground and his scalp tingled.

The public security in Vienna has always been very good.

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

Just as the security captain finished speaking, he saw a grenade rolling over. His pupils constricted. With a bang, he was blown away. Half of his leg and both hands were gone. He fell to the ground, wailing.

The assault team that rushed in with Jason Bourne consisted of 9 people in total. They cooperated very well. Three of them searched downstairs, and the rest ran up the stairs, kicked the door open, and scanned the bed.

I came here today with the intention of destroying your entire family!

No matter who you are, even if you are an earthworm, you will be split in half.

When a member of the assault team kicked open a door, he saw a fat figure rushing over, throwing him to the ground and pinching him with both hands, but the man...

How can you fight without a gun?

Bang bang bang!
The bullet pierced through the fat in the abdomen, and blood spurted out of the back. The fat man stared with his eyes wide open, and died with his eyes open.

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

When Jason Bourne was about to break 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 in pajamas was holding a Winchester M1887 shotgun, holding it at his waist, cursing, and pulling the trigger.

"Get out! Get out!" Orbella von Habsburg yelled. "Bastard!"

He looked very fierce, but he was just a human being after all. He only cared about the beginning and not the end. The commando in the corner of the stairs fell to the ground and pulled the trigger decisively. The bullet shot into Obera's ribs.

The other man screamed twice and dropped the shotgun in his hand. He began to panic and subconsciously bent down to pick it up. Jason Bourne rushed out from the bathroom, grabbed his neck and slammed him against the wall.

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

Obera von Habsburg begged for mercy, spitting 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 was holding two girls, looking at him in horror.

He took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to O'Bella, "Do you know her?"

Above are two cute girls who look like dolls, wearing princess dresses and having happy smiles on their faces.

When Obera saw the photo, she trembled with fear.

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

Jason's words made the other party shake his head and cry, "I'll pay, I'll pay! 100 million US dollars, 1000 million US dollars! million! Don't kill me!"

"See, gentlemen, the capitalists have dirty faces and weak bones. They are trying to bribe us, but I'm sorry... I refuse!" As he said that, he took a scimitar from his teammate, swung it, and cut off his ear. Amid Obera's screams, he cut off his facial features one by one, and finally dug out his eyes, threw them on the ground, and stomped on them hard!
The last blow cuts off the head...

Jason exhaled happily, raised his eyes, looked coldly at O'Bella's wife and children, and smiled, "Send them to the west."

Two team members pointed machine guns at them and fired!

This is already very humane.

Jason used the blood on the ground to write on the wall: "Mexican Illuminati!"

"When darkness falls, shout Victor!"

"withdraw!"

He led his men out of the manor and heard the sound of police cars.

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

There's nothing to do usually.

But tonight, gunshots were suddenly heard. The officer on duty felt something was wrong and hurriedly brought the police over for support.

Five police cars sped by with lights flashing.

When turning the corner, a van was parked across the middle of the road.

"Cars in front, give way!!" the sheriff shouted loudly with a megaphone.

The door of the van opened suddenly, revealing the Vulcan cannon inside!
12 tubes...

The sheriff in the lead car widened his eyes in fear. Before he could say anything, bullets started pouring in, bang bang bang bang bang…

The police cars were all shot into pieces.

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

...

《The entire family of the Austrian royal family was killed! 》

"Super-rich man died at home, the murderer was horrible!"

The next day, newspapers were all over the place. This kind of thing couldn't be hidden.

Especially at the gate of Obera Manor, a group of people gathered, watching the excitement of all nationalities. The police and soldiers surrounded it fully armed. The Austrian government was furious and sent professionals over.

Hercule Poirot, wearing a hat, a mustache and a windbreaker, was standing in the living room of the bedroom on the top floor with his assistant. The assistant could not bear the tragic scene inside, so he ran out and vomited with a bag.

He is an Austrian criminal investigation expert.

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

He took a deep breath and immediately saw the words written on the wall. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Victor..."

"Isn't that the name of the Mexican tyrant? Could he have done this?" The assistant came back with a pale face, "It's very likely, sir. Victor said before that he would kill them one by one according to the list, and Obera was ranked 174th!"

Hercule Poirot frowned. It looked like that, but he knew he had to rely on evidence. "Did the surveillance camera capture it?"

"There were about ten murderers, armed with heavy weapons, working in perfect harmony, and they were extremely ruthless, leaving no one alive."

He nodded, and when he opened the inner door of the bedroom, he seemed to step on something. He looked down and saw an envelope? It was just stained with blood, so if you didn't look carefully, you really couldn't find it.

Hercule bent down, picked up the envelope with gloves on, opened the seal, and inside was a stack of photos, a pair of unfamiliar twins and their parents?
Why are you here?

There was a piece of paper inside...

He opened it and it read:

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

"My child, Mommy 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, in the evidence provided by the Mexican government, Obera was accused of torturing and killing twins and making them into leather shoes. What do you think..."

Hercule Poirot felt his teeth ache when he heard it.

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

"194."

"Check if the last ten names are still around. Ask the intelligence dealer."

The assistant nodded quickly, picked up the phone and called a familiar intelligence broker, saying that if he paid the money, he would have everything he wanted.

About five minutes later, the assistant came back in a panic, "Sir, they are all dead. Last night, the ten people behind were all attacked. Among them was a member of the British royal family. Although he was a side branch, when he was found, he was hanged..."

"On London Bridge! His XXX is at the innermost..."

“There was a banner hanging on him: The fate of rapists!”

You MM, that’s too cruel.

The British royal family is hung on London Bridge, which is very appropriate.

"It is impossible for a single person to launch attacks at the same time, even if it is an ordinary organization." Hercule Poirot said this half of the sentence, but the assistant actually understood it...

There is only one powerful organization supporting them, and they have money, people, and intelligence, so they lack nothing...

That only leaves Victor!

"What on earth is he trying to achieve? The world is already dark. Isn't he destroying order by doing this?" The assistant grumbled, 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 as some people will sympathize with the capitalists, cattle and horses will defend their bosses, and some people will also pity the "murderer".

Hercule Poirot narrowed his eyes slightly at this.

"The world shouldn't be like this. We need people who can uphold justice."

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

Hercule remained silent and spoke softly.

"Because I can't beat him."

Justice and injustice...don't they just 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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