Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 552: I betrayed my father-in-law. Am I not a good person?
Washington.

It's raining lightly.

FBI Director Floyd I. Clark drives his vintage muscle car, a 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS 454 LS6…

It has a history of more than 20 years now.

The fact that it can be driven means it has been well maintained and it seems like it has been well taken care of.

But now his expression is gloomy and cautious, and no one knows what he is thinking in his eyes.

He drove to a buffet restaurant, parked the car in the alley, threw the keys to a young man who came out, and walked in through the back door without saying a word.

The young man drove his car very skillfully and started his "tour", which meant he was responsible for... strolling around the city.

Although the back door and front door of this buffet restaurant belong to the same building, they are obviously separated in the middle. In other words, people dining in the front have no idea that there is a "secret base" in the back.

Floyd I. Clark, with a sullen face, walked upstairs and saw a man sitting in the magnificently decorated private room. When he saw him come in, he stood up politely and smiled.

"Reinhard Tristan Eugen, didn't I tell you not to contact me?" he said almost gritting his teeth.

"I've helped you so much!"

What the hell!

From what he said, he had already sold out American interests in private.

But also...

If he was really that patriotic, he would have been assassinated by the Mexican intelligence agency long ago.

"Haha, don't be anxious, my friend, sit down."

Reinhard smiled.

Ide I. Clark hesitated, but still sat down with a gloomy face. He glanced at the food in front of him, with no appetite at all, and urged, "Just tell me what you want to say. I don't have time to waste here with you."

Seeing how anxious the other party was, Reinhard clicked his tongue twice and leaned forward, "Help us get rid of the Rumsfeld member imprisoned under the Pentagon."

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

When Ed I. Clark heard this, he jumped up and raised his voice involuntarily.

"Don't be quick to refuse."

Reinhard threw a large black bag at his feet over to him. The zipper was not zipped up, so the stacked green coins could be clearly seen inside.

"Here is 300 million US dollars in cash. After the deal is done, I'll give you another 300 million. Don't rush to refuse, Director Ide. I accidentally saw your financial statements. The civil unrest caused a sharp drop in Wall Street stocks. You lost at least 400 million. Zizizizi. You still have to pay the mortgage every month, you have six mistresses outside, and your children still need to go to school. What do you think..."

“What would happen if you went bankrupt?”

"Of course you are not short of money. The FBI has enough funds for you to find a solution, but your brother seems to have lost 220 million US dollars in Madagascar. If he doesn't pay back the money, those gamblers will chop off his claws."

Id I. Clark looked very unhappy.

Because what the other party said is true.

Those people who make money through illegal means don’t care if you are so-and-so’s brother or so-and-so’s father-in-law. What kind of important people have they not entertained?

If you don't give them money, they will really do it. There are many reports of senior American officials being detained.

FBI Director?
Power is big, but it is not big either. In fact, it is just that-so.

Ed I. Clark didn't dare to confront the capitalists.

Reinhard looked at the other man's expression and chuckled, "This is easy for you, isn't it?"

"1500 million!"

"And, after this is done, we will be shipped out of the United States."

Ed I. Clark wasn't sure whether he had been suspected, but if he did this, he would definitely be exposed.

Of course, you have to make a big profit.

I went to Russia and Asia, but I couldn't stay in the United States.

"I don't believe you. Put another 600 million on my non-real-name card in Africa."

Reinhard thought for a moment and said, "No problem. We are always generous to our own people."

"If you play dirty tricks on me, we'll all die together!!"

Ed I. Clark grabbed the wine glass on the table, drank it all, threw it heavily on the ground, and then walked away with some difficulty, carrying the 300 million in cash with red eyes.

Reinhard always has a smile on his face. He looks honest, but he is actually very vicious.

"Boss, do we really agree to his conditions?" The younger brother who had been standing at the door for a long time came over and asked in a low voice.

"This idiot doesn't even know that the CIA has been investigating him for so long. Sooner or later, he will be exposed. He needs to learn how to make good use of waste."

"condition?"

"Then we'll sink their entire family into the Pacific Ocean. They took our money, and you still want to retire peacefully?"

"Ridiculous."

Reinhard chuckled and drank the ginseng soup in front of him.

"It's so fresh—"

As soon as Ed I. Clark went downstairs, his old car came back. He threw the black bag on the passenger seat and drove away.

He first went to a house he bought in the suburbs, carried the money in, opened the basement, and turned on the lights.

You can see an iron door inside with a combination lock on it. When you open it, the scene inside comes into view.

Three shelves are filled with banknotes!
It also contains gold!

The air smells of printing ink.

This is the wealth he amassed after sitting in this position. If an official doesn't engage in corruption, what kind of official is he?

Of course, I'm talking about American officials.

He took the bag in with a frown, threw it aside, sat down on the sofa inside, lit a cigarette for himself, squinted his eyes, and started planning in his mind how to kill the members of the Rumsfeld family.

Yep…

Good professional qualities.

I really do things after taking the money.

About half an hour later, after smoking three or four cigarettes, he suddenly sat up and threw the cigarettes heavily to the ground.

"Hold!"

...

Many members of the Ramsfield family were arrested, but there were only four or five direct descendants.

Including Bramo and Belsaria's father Ulrich Ramsfeld, and the second uncle Fields Ramsfeld.

Because they are particularly important.

He was held in a small prison below the Pentagon.

But it was not actually built by the Department of Defense, but was created when Hoover was in office.

Not everyone can be detained here.

For example, Kennedy, Martin Luther King, John Lennon, Martin Shepard, Al Capone and so on.

Time to relax?

No!

You don't need to do anything, just stay inside.

The food you eat is strictly inspected.

But how do you say something?

Where there are people, there are loopholes.

1993 2 Month 10 Day.

Early in the morning, the second uncle Fields Ramsfield felt uneasy and panicked.

There was even sweat on my forehead.

But there are no other discomfort symptoms.

"time to eat."

The people outside knocked on the prison door and handed in three boxes of lunch.

Ulrich took it and handed it to his uncle and cousin who was in the same prison.

He opened the lunch box anxiously, his eyes lit up, "Today we also have steak and caviar."

Seeing him like this, Uncle Fields almost laughed out of anger.

My nephew has always been a playboy. After having a son and a daughter, he ran away to live a life of debauchery. When his wife died, he was still out there living a life of debauchery.

I knew seven out of eight things about politics - nothing at all. I was a little overwhelmed during the first two days after I was arrested, and then I was detained for several months.

Yep…

That's it.

Now I enjoy everything I eat every day.

He was eating the lunch box, and Fields Ramsfield smiled helplessly. He was indeed hungry, so he sat on the chair and took a bite.

It tastes good today.

About ten minutes after Ulrich finished his meal, he was lying on the bed when suddenly, “Ouch—”

Before anyone could react, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"puff-"

Then his whole face turned pale in an instant, and he rolled off the bed and lay on the ground.

The second uncle Fields, who was in the same prison, was startled. As soon as he stood up, he also felt unbearable pain in his abdomen.

He fell to the ground with a scream and began to vomit blood, which had a strong foul smell.

The staff who heard the noise and rushed over were stunned by what they saw.

"Doctor! Doctor quickly!!!"

Finally someone reacted and screamed.

But by the time the Pentagon's special doctor arrived, it was too late to save him.

Defense Minister Norman Schwarzkopf, who rushed over after hearing the news, looked at the doctor with a gloomy face and shook his head, and was furious.

"Waste! Waste! Waste!"

"What the hell are you wearing? People were killed right under their noses. Now only three of the 12 members of the Rumsfeld family are seriously injured."

The Pentagon employees who were scolded by him broke out in cold sweats.

"What about the food for lunch today? What ingredients did the test show?"

"It contains cyanide. This is a premeditated murder!"

Defense Minister Norman Schwarzkopf's eyes were filled with anger.

"Check the food handling personnel for me! Check it out!"

There must be a traitor here.

This made him shudder. If the food sent to him contained poison, wouldn't he have to meet Reagan and the others?
Can you not be angry?
"Also, no one is allowed to spread the news here, do you hear me?"

"heard it."

"clear."

Norman Schwarzkopf was somewhat dissatisfied with the scattered answers. He snorted and ran back to the office anxiously.

He needs to discuss the impact of this matter with others.

The Rumsfeld family...

It has been deeply rooted in the United States for hundreds of years.

Damn, the United States didn’t even have a few hundred people when it was founded. When other senior officials heard Norman Schwarzkopf say this, they were also shocked!
"It's over, Bramo is going crazy!"

"We must find out who did it."

The Pentagon is no pushover either. They followed the clues and first arrested the person who made the food, then investigated the person who suffered the injury. Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore and revealed the name of Floyd I. Clark.

"He...he called me to his office, gave me $20 and asked me to do it. I was wrong, I was wrong, Secretary of Defense, I was wrong..."

20 million US dollars...

It may not seem like much, but as the saying goes, who in the United States doesn’t invest in stocks?

In the past few months, seven or eight people have jumped from the Pentagon.

Financial stress is one of the main causes of suicide.

20 US dollars, I'm willing to risk my life.

Defense Minister Norman Schwarzkopf looked grim. His own people were suspected to be the mole, which made him, who was already very proud, very embarrassed.

It was as if the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Kraft Waters and others sitting next to him were looking at him with gloating.

He got so angry that he grabbed the ashtray on the table and hit the other person on the head.

The sound of the skull breaking could be heard clearly.

He cursed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

After beating the other half to death, he stood up breathlessly and said, "Drag him away."

The security guard at the door came in swallowing his saliva and dragged the person away.

"We must catch that bastard Floyd I. Clark!"

CIA Director Melia Cruz nodded vigorously, "Yes, sir!"

...

The FBI director has already fled.

With the help of Hydra, they boarded a Philippine cruise ship to Thailand, from where they would enter Russia.

Woo woo woo—

The sound of the whistle can be heard far across the high seas.

You can vaguely see some marine creatures following on both sides of the cruise ship.

Floyd I. Clark's brows were furrowed, his breathing was rapid, and he was about to get angry.

"Don't worry, sir, have a drink." Reinhard Tristan Eugen came over with a glass of red wine and handed it over.

"How are my children and wife?"

"Of course, don't worry about us. We will definitely reunite your family."

Floyd I. Clark breathed a sigh of relief, took the glass of red wine and took a sip, and his mood became much happier.

"I actually admire Victor a lot. The whole world would never have thought that Hydra was actually a Mexican intelligence agency. Hahahahahaha, you guys have fooled the whole world."

Reinhard smiled and said, "Didn't the FBI find out?"

"The Five Eyes Alliance shares intelligence. After sorting it out, we have discovered clues and even arrested several peripheral members. But your organizational structure is too mysterious. If I hadn't worked for you, I wouldn't have known about this."

Hydra adopts a one-to-one model, which means that the identities of peripheral members are unknown to anyone except their direct superiors.

Even the top brass don't understand that only the person in charge of Hydra can spot check the files.

Greatly reduces the risk of exposure.

"So do you want to come work for us? Or work for Mexico? We'd be happy to give you a good position."

Floyd I. Clark hesitated, shook his head, and sighed, "I'm tired of intelligence work. I want to live a good life with my wife and children."

This is what I said...

After you poop in your pants, even if you wash your butt, you will still smell like shit.

Do you want to leave this industry?

Eat fart.

Reinhard Tristan Eugen still had a smile on his face and raised his glass, "Then I wish you a safe journey."

"Thank you."

The other person drank it all in one gulp and took a long breath, but the next second, he felt dizzy.

Floyd I. Clark shook his head vigorously, feeling something was wrong. He looked at Reinhard opposite him and pointed at him, "You..."

boom-

He suddenly collapsed to the ground and fell unconscious.

Reinhard shook his glass in a very casual manner and said, "Throw him to the sharks and let his family be reunited."

The Hydra employee behind him responded, cut several wounds on Floyd I. Clark's wrist, then lifted him up and threw him down!
In an instant, a cloud of blood mist appeared, and the marine life below became visibly excited.

"The sea is too deep to hide any secret."

Reinhard even sighed.

Quite cultural!
...

On February 2, a piece of news suddenly began to sweep the world.

A Venezuelan newspaper published:
The United States has secretly executed more than a dozen members of the Ramsfeld family, including Victor's father-in-law Ulrich!

This news quickly became a hot topic.

Belsaria, who was walking in the garden, felt dizzy when she heard the news. The flowerpot in her hand fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

The frightened servant quickly called a doctor.

The Mexican government also responded quickly.

"I am shocked by the way the United States uses killing methods to execute political opponents!"

"The United States Declaration of Independence declares that all men are created equal, and that government power recognized and granted by the people governed by the government is legitimate government power. People establish governments to protect their right to life, property, and the pursuit of happiness. When the government violates these purposes, the people have the right and obligation to change or abolish the government and establish a new government according to the needs of the people!"

"Isn't this a form of revenge and strangulation?"

“If the people who are seeking benefits through their own means reach an agreement with the United States, will the U.S. government also use these means to clean them up?”

"Mexico is deeply disturbed, and President Victor is also deeply angry and demands severe punishment for the murderer!"

Victor is a complete fanner.

When some of the swingers heard this, they were immediately frightened.

Although the Rumsfeld family is not as good as the Kennedy family and the Roosevelt family, it is still a famous political family.

What are the unspoken rules of politics?
We can defeat each other, but we can't kill each other!
This is a legend from the Civil War. After the famous Jefferson Hamilton Davis was defeated, he was imprisoned for two years...

Later, he traveled abroad and was invited to hold public office after returning. Robert Edward Lee also served as the president of the University of Washington.

Let’s not talk about things far away, let’s talk about things nearby - ahem, let’s not talk about things nearby either!
Regardless of this appearance, the mass killing of members of the Rumsfeld family is a loss of unspoken rules.

Kennedy?
Do you think his family has no descendants?
When Bramo, who was trapped in Rockford, Illinois, heard the news, he burst into tears and howled loudly, holding his chest.

It makes anyone who hears it sad and listens to it cry.

The Rockford government also took this opportunity to issue an announcement.

"Member Rumsfeld died for justice and America!"

This made many people sympathize with him even more.

Many people began to support him on social media.

But most of them are very euphemistic.

The most typical example is Donald, a "bankrupt businessman" in New York. He is a famous playboy who only loves big waves.

He said to the media, "If Bramo needs it, I will donate all my funds. I don't do it for anything else, I just want America to be great again!"

It would be fine if you just said it normally, no one would pay attention to you because you are such a big mouth, but when you spoke out at such a sensitive time, many people were dissatisfied and they called him one after another.

"You idiot! Be more restrained, or I will have the banking group stop lending to you and make you get out!"

Listening to the cursing on the phone, Donald, sitting in his mansion in New York City, blushed, but he didn't dare to say a word.

After hanging up the phone.

He kicked the table away angrily and said to his second wife, Marla Maples, "I'm tired of being scolded. I want to go into politics, I want to climb to the top, I want to be America's new Roosevelt!!"

Of course, this is off topic.

The Black Panther Party and extreme left organizations expressed condolences to the Rumsfeld family.

On the night the news came out, a total of 21 bombings occurred in Washington, targeting government and military agencies.

The Black Panthers attacked an air force base in Maine, destroying several planes and killing about 30 military and police officers.

The civil unrest that had somewhat subsided began to show new outbreaks.

All American elites are feeling the headache.

In the head of state's bedroom in the State Palace.

Victor sat on the edge of the bed, gently holding Belsaria's hand as she fell asleep.

A royal reporter took a photo and left quietly.

The world needs to know the deep affection of Führer Victor!
People need to know what kind of person their leader is.

How can this be called a show?
This is called...personality.

After about twenty minutes, Belsalia slowly opened her eyes. She looked at her husband, and the sadness came back to her.

"Victor, I don't have a father anymore, I don't have any relatives anymore, wuwuwu-"

She cried and her voice trembled.

The servant next to her also wiped her tears. Belsaria was usually very kind to everyone and could empathize with them.

Victor hurriedly hugged her, patted her shoulders gently, and comforted her with a gentle tone.

"I know you miss them, and I miss them with you. I miss my father-in-law too. If you want to talk about them or cry, I'm here."

When you comfort someone, make sure they know you feel the same way.

The real comfort is not to eliminate the pain, but to let her feel that even if the world collapses, you are still there to support her - I snore when I sleep. (Myself).

After feeling Belsaria fall asleep again in his arms, Victor placed her on the pillow, gently pinched the quilt, stood up, and said to the servant, "Take good care of her. Remember to call me if there is anything."

"Yes, Führer."

Victor nodded, looked at the wet clothes on his shoulders, and sighed deeply.

When I walked out of the bedroom, Casare was standing at the door.

"Belsaria, how is it?"

"It's okay, just cry for a while." Victor shook his head. The two looked at each other, slowly walked downstairs and walked to the small garden at the back.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket, put it between his lips, and was about to light it, but then he stopped and said:

"The fire is not big enough, we need to keep it lit, and make full use of the death of the Rumsfeld family to stir up trouble."

"Tell Goebbels about this matter. No matter what, the blame must be placed on these American elites."

"The most important thing is to continue to expose the scandals of the Red Shoes Club, the Bohemian Club, etc., and add fuel to the chaos."

"Pour a basin of shit and piss down, I still don't believe the Americans still have the energy to follow Medellin in causing trouble!"

"As long as they don't step down, the rest of Europe will be screwed!"

"do you think so?"

Casare nodded vigorously, "The boss is right."

"Let's go find Kennedy. I want to see how the Haiti strategy is going!"

……

(End of this chapter)