Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 536 Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!!
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It suddenly started to rain heavily, and in the haze, I couldn’t even see the end of the road.

In the specially made bulletproof extended Hummer off-road vehicle, the Secret Service driver dared not say a word or move his head, only the wipers made a clicking sound.

Victor looked out the window. Casare, Defense Secretary Kennedy, and George Smiley from the Internal Affairs Intelligence Bureau who were standing beside him were all afraid to breathe.

"Who did it?"

A hoarse voice came from Victor's throat, with a hint of calmness.

Casare's eyebrows twitched and he said bitterly, "I don't know."

Quiet, the air was quiet again.

What a coincidence!

In fact, they originally wanted to "use means" to frame Medellin.

But Victor called Casare a few minutes before the mission and asked him directly, "What is the difference between a political creature and a politician."

Casare had no answer.

Victor sighed softly on the other end, "Maybe from some perspectives my idea is right, but..."

"I am afraid that after I die, I will not know how I will face my fallen comrades."

Let them know that they blew up their own people in order to crack down on drug dealers?

I can’t be as shameless as Americans!
He still can't get over this hurdle in his heart. Does he need a fucking excuse to beat up drug dealers?
Let’s get started!
He fought his way up from the bottom, overcoming all obstacles, wasn't it all for the people to have a good life?

In this case, why should I hurt my own people?

Victor called off the action.

But who knew that an explosion would still happen in Grand Plaza.

Casare could only attribute this to... coincidence.

"I'm asking about the intelligence agencies!" Victor turned his head sharply and looked at George Smiley. Seeing his eyes, the latter shuddered and his scalp went numb. "No... I don't know."

"The country and the people support you just to say these three words!"

"Tell Jeff Bennett and Augustin Przewczyr that if you three intelligence agencies can't give me an explanation within five hours, I will send you to Sonora State to be prison guards!"

"Get off!"

As soon as the car stopped, George Smiley got out in a panic. The heavy rain soaked his body immediately.

The Thirteen Protectors' subordinates who were following behind hurriedly got out of the car and held an umbrella for him.

He pushed her away.

"Call all those with stars on their shoulders to the office. If you don't show up in 20 minutes, go undercover."

George Smiley pushed the other man away and shouted, feeling very unhappy.

In Mexico City!
Their house was bombed. As an intelligence agency, they have always claimed to be elite. Don’t they feel ashamed?
Hearing George Smiley's words, the subordinates around him were startled.

"Yes!!!"

A cordon has been set up around the Grand Commercial Center at the explosion site. It can be seen that the building is obviously tilted, and there is still a strong smell of gunpowder despite the rain.

There was a sad atmosphere everywhere.

Rescue teams search for survivors in the rubble of the explosion...

People wearing raincoats stood by and watched the tragic scene with tears in their eyes. Some people went up to help. Shouting, screaming, and inquiries were everywhere.

There were also reporters walking around with cameras.

The leader's convoy stopped outside the cordon, and Victor got out of the car. Casare hurriedly came down from the other side and held an umbrella for him.

Victor frowned and looked into the distance at the on-site commander, the Deputy Chief of the Mexican Police and the Capital Police Chief Friedrich Karl Eberstein. The latter ran over, was startled when he saw the convoy, and saluted quickly.

"How was the scene?"

Friedrich's face turned sad when he heard this. "Too tragic. 77 bodies have been found..."

Victor's expression darkened. "Let's go and take a look."

"Head of State, a second landslide cannot be ruled out, this..." someone advised.

"Even if I'm unlucky, the rescuers are all inside, so what's the difference for me?"

After saying that, he walked inside, and Casare hurriedly followed.

As soon as a group of people entered the cordon, Victor heard someone shouting, "Pull over, pull over, don't block it."

Then he saw medical staff in white coats carrying the injured people running over. He couldn't see who was standing in front of him in the rain. Victor stood aside silently, watching them run over. He glanced at the patient on the bed. There was not a single bad spot on his body.

Look at that age...

Still very young.

Victor gritted his teeth and stood in front of the explosion site. He heard Deputy Police Chief Friedrich Karl Eberstein say, "The explosion site was in the underground parking lot of the Grand Business Center. It was really rush hour..."

"Many people escaped on their own after the explosion, but we estimate that..."

"More than 200 people were affected by the shock wave."

"We found a buried person!"

Suddenly, the rescue team on the scene shouted, and then a group of people ran over and started digging on the ground with tools. Victor jumped over in one step, and everyone behind him was terrified and hurried to follow.

Seth Turk is a member of the Mexican National Rescue Team. He rushed to the scene immediately after the explosion. As he was carefully digging away the waste rock and mud with his hands, a deep voice rang out behind him, "Let me do it."

He turned his head. It was raining heavily and he couldn't see clearly. But when the other party squatted down, he shouted in surprise, "Mr. Yuan."

Victor squatted down, all wet, and scratched with his hands.

Casare also squatted down to help in a low voice.

Soon, a hand penetrated the soil. It was a very small hand...

"Hold on, hold on!" Victor grabbed his hand and shouted. The people next to him quickly opened his face, revealing a very young child.

The medical staff came over to check and shook their heads with gloomy eyes.

Victor looked up.

Casare's lips trembled slightly and Defense Secretary Kennedy sighed.

Although the person was gone, the body had to be dug out. When the person was pulled out, we saw that he was carrying a small schoolbag and wearing a red cotton jacket. There was a national emblem painted on the upper right side, and on the left side it was written: Mexican Association of Children of Martyrs.

In order to make the whole of Mexico respect heroes and martyrs' families, this association was established. It was jointly established by the Hope Group and the civil affairs department. This clothing is a commemoration, representing that someone in his family must have sacrificed his life in Mexico's war on drugs.

To put it bluntly, these are our true family members.

Victor's lips trembled slightly. He knelt on one knee and pressed the child's chest. "I swear to you by the dignity of the head of state of Mexico, blood debt must be repaid with blood!"

Casare and others could feel the explosive power in his tone.

At this time, George Smiley, who had returned to the headquarters of the Ministry of Internal Affairs Intelligence Bureau, stood on the stage and looked at the dozens of executives with stars on their heads below.

He slammed the table hard with the ashtray, his eyes red.

"Investigate! Dig out all the hidden clues. I want to know who did it!"

"If I can't find out, I'll use this gun to kill myself. Of course, I'll kill all of you first!"

Everyone was startled, stood up at the same time and responded loudly.

The same is true for people from Mexico's Counterintelligence Directorate and the Mexican Information Agency.

Once the three major institutions come out, they are bound to turn Mexico upside down.

To make them like this...

Even the CIA will suffer.

Mexico's former slums.

All the old houses in this place have been demolished. Mexico will rebuild the community here, renovate the original site and improve people's lives.

Once society is stable, everything will pop up like mushrooms after rain. For example...

Underworld.

Although Mexico City has cracked down on this kind of stuff, it is impossible to completely eliminate it. There are more than 10 million people living in the entire Mexico City area, which is already a shocking number. Even if you have a third eye, you can't keep an eye on the corners of the dark alleys.

Wherever there are people, there will be this kind of filth and dirt.

A bar at this time.

The sound was very loud, and in the wine pool one could see many men and women shaking their heads and swaying faintly along with the music.

Made…

There's still disco going on so early in the morning?
As expected, they are Mexicans. This is an old tradition and there is nothing we can do about it.

After all, it was easy to encounter drug dealers when going clubbing at night.

In a private room on the second floor, about a dozen men and women were singing, some of them were getting drunk.

A waiter knocked on the door and came in, whispering something to the man sitting at the door. The latter nodded and walked to the man in the middle, "Boss, Lanwen Cohen is here."

The man was obviously drunk, his eyes were hazy, and he was hugging people left and right, "Ask him in."

Seeing the other person like that, the younger brother secretly groaned, but still nodded. When he went out, he saw a man in a suit walking up the stairs with a serious face. He hurried over and said, "Officer Lanwen Cohen."

"Where's Max? Take me to see him." the other party said anxiously.

"This way."

The younger brother hurriedly took him into the box. Seeing so many people inside, Lanwen Cohen frowned and said, "Everyone, get out. I have something to tell Max."

"Hahaha, Officer Lanwen Cohen, what can't you tell us? Just tell us." A fat and big-eared man next to them asked with a smile while holding the woman.

Lanwen Cohen grabbed the bottle and smashed it against his head with his backhand, bang!
He hit the opponent's head directly and made him bleed.

"Fuck you, you dare to talk? Turn on the light!" Lanwen Cohen yelled, not at all as calm as usual.

Max Owen burped, pushed the woman away in dissatisfaction, and said in a bad tone, "Lan Wen, you don't give me face at all, this is my territory!"

Lanwen Cohen glanced at him, snorted contemptuously, and rushed over to Marx in the horrified eyes of everyone, kicked him in the chest and punched him in the face.

"Your territory? This is the territory of the Republic of Mexico!"

"Who do you think you are? When I ask you a question, you just stand at attention."

"Boss!" A group of younger brothers rushed over shouting.

"I wonder who dares to move!" Lanwen Cohen pulled out his gun and pointed it at everyone. "If you dare to move, I'll call the army. Believe it or not, I'll send you all to Sonora to plant cacti!"

Everyone was stunned by the momentum.

The alcohol evaporated immediately and he watched in horror.

Lanwen Cohen put the muzzle of the gun into Max's mouth, his eyes red and his teeth gritted, "You are a fucking dog. You are telling me that you want to save face. If you were not my cousin, I would have shot you dead by now."

“Wuwuwuwu…” The other person waved his hands hurriedly, with blood still on his face.

"I asked you..."

"Has anyone from outside come to see you recently? Or has anyone from outside contacted you?!"

problem occurs!
Everyone thought that something must have happened, and it must be a big deal, otherwise Lanwen Cohen would not have gone so crazy.

To know……

He owns 20% of the shares of this bar, which was given to him by his cousin. He can make a lot of money from it every day, and Max is his money-giving boy.

Something big must have happened to make him beat his God of Wealth like this.

Could it be?

Victor is dead?
"Who among you knows? Tell me if you know. I owe him a favor." Lanwen Cohen said to the other people sitting there.

A young hostess hesitated and raised her hand, "Sir, I...I received a man who seemed a little mysterious."

"go on."

"I visited a man last week. He spoke Spanish and looked similar to us, but I noticed some extra hummus on his table. I've read a lot of books and heard that this dish is very popular in the Middle East, especially in Israel. I remembered it then. I also discovered that he had been circumcised, so it must have been a long time ago."

Lanwen Cohen frowned when he heard this. "How can you tell?"

The hostess was startled and thought for a moment, "Experience."

These two words confused the other party, but he keenly felt that this was important news, and nodded vigorously, "Where did you receive them?"

"No. 227, Westerlotz Street."

Lanwen Cohen stood up, nodded, and pointed at her, “You are very smart, what do you want?”

"Sir, I don't want to be a hostess..."

"Did they force you?" Lanwen Cohen turned his head sharply and looked at Max, who waved his hands hurriedly.

New laws in Mexico include the death penalty for forcing people to sell sex and organizing the trafficking of women!

Not to mention drug abuse.

So, almost all Mexican bars are vegetarian, but there are definitely people selling drugs. After all, the drug you bought for $20 in Colombia can be sold here for around $1200, a 60-fold profit, which is really enviable.

"No, no, I want a future." The woman said through gritting her teeth.

Lanwen Cohen stood up and looked at the other party, squinting his eyes, thinking for a moment, and nodded, "Someone will contact you."

In addition to being a policeman, he is also a member of the Thirteen Protectors. He has the responsibility to recommend capable people to his superiors to serve as informants or be recruited. If the other party makes meritorious service, the recommender can be promoted first and receive a lot of bonuses. However, if the recommended person is incompetent, he will also suffer the consequences.

However, 2 places are required each year.

To prevent you from slacking off.

The Intelligence Bureau of the Ministry of Internal Affairs encourages its employees to contact local gangs. After all, if they can't be eradicated, then they will just take them in and serve as their dogs.

This hostess has excellent observation skills.

Hearing what Lanwen Cohen said, the other party bowed happily to express his gratitude.

"Behave yourself these days. I'm telling you, don't be the first to stand out."

Lanwen Cohen left after he finished speaking, leaving the gang leaders looking at each other in bewilderment, not even daring to curse.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!" Max cursed angrily.

I wonder if he would feel better if he knew that his situation is not uncommon.

In every corner of the country, intelligence officers found their informants and interrogated them. Many big brothers were beaten.

The pressure from above can drive people crazy.

They don't want to plant cacti in Sonora. How can they have a Mexico City in that remote place?
The heavy rain in the sky gradually weakened over time.

Victor has been at the scene all the time. Many European representatives who received the news have arrived at the scene. Looking at the bombing scene, some expressed their condolences, but there was a look of gloating in their eyes.

The members of the Human Rights Union who were on good terms with him had serious expressions.

"There's news, boss." Casare ran over from a distance. He was covered in mud and looked very embarrassed.

"explain."

"It was done by Medellin, Colombia, the Israeli Mossad and the Central American Contra organization."

Victor took a deep breath. He had no doubt that this was the right thing to do.

"In one hour, I will give a national speech. All schools, enterprises and institutions must watch it!"

Casare's face trembled slightly.

The last time I spoke to the nation, it was during the war on drugs and the drug trafficking government in the South!
He had a hunch...

Boss, we're declaring war.

……

(End of this chapter)