Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 592: Intelligence is not omnipotent, and people are not omnipotent!
6 month 28 day.

The people of Mexico City held a grand "Victory Celebration of the War on Drugs".

On this day last year, June 1992, 6, the Mexican army captured the last city, "Tonali", symbolizing the beginning of a new era.

Drug traffickers flock to Guatemala or other North American countries.

The drug problem that has plagued Mexico since the beginning of the 20th century has also been completely eradicated.

Of course, the main investors of the celebration are community groups, and there are many people willing to pay.

When cracking down on drug dealers, those families that cooperated closely with the drug dealers were cleared out, and a group of people came up behind them. This group of people reaped the dividends of the war and were naturally loyal users of Victor.

The celebration started at 9 am...

The parade was mainly composed of relatives of fallen soldiers, members of the public, and employees of enterprises and institutions, but there were also tens of thousands of people who held photos of their loved ones and marched from Chapultepec Castle through the blocks to the current central square of Mexico.

It's about eight kilometers.

Until about 2pm...

There were armed police officers all along the way, and crowds on both sides were waving national flags and cheering.

In the crowd, you can see young men with buzz cuts and sharp eyes wandering around with bags on their backs. They don't look like people to be messed with and you can tell at a glance that they are plainclothes officers. But when you see them, some petty thieves and those with bad intentions will be scared.

Led by President Cuauhcemote, senior officials including the Minister of the Mexican Police Department Robert Beal, the Minister of Education Anatoly Lunacharsky, and the Minister of Civil Affairs Alfred Rosenberg attended the celebration. They walked among the crowd and greeted the citizens with warm smiles.

"Sir, sir!"

An old man stretched out his skinny hand, and Kwaukmote shook it. He glanced at his chest and saw seven or eight medals hanging there.

"Old man, come forward," he said gently.

The people next to him consciously made way for him, and Kwaukmote saw that he was holding a photo in his arms. In the photo was a young man in military uniform, smiling shyly at the camera.

"This is…"

The old man looked to be in his seventies, with eye mucus in the corners of his eyes that he hadn't had time to wipe off. He was skinny and wrinkled. He touched the photo with his right hand and said, "This is my grandson, Arizmendi."

He touched his chest and spoke with pride, "He followed the president in Tijuana, fought all the way south and north, and won four first-class merits, two second-class merits, and four third-class merits in the war on drugs. He was also received by the then president, who called him a 'anti-drug tiger and a warrior in the army.'"

When others heard about so many achievements, some young people exclaimed and the people behind them stood on tiptoe to look forward.

"Claudius Davis Arizmendi?!" Alfred Rosenberg from the Civil Affairs Department suddenly spoke.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's it, sir, do you know him?" The old man said excitedly with shining eyes.

Kwaukmot looked at him, "You know?"

Alfred Rosenberg nodded, his tone full of regret. "The Führer mentioned this name more than once. He had originally planned to send him to a military academy after the country was liberated. The procedures were all in place, but he died before dawn. When the Führer heard about it, he remained silent for a long time."

What a pity!
If he hadn't sacrificed himself, he would have been a general again in a few decades.

"He was also one of the first 200 anti-drug heroes in Mexico, and his statue is on top of Mount Tepeya."

“What a hero.”

Kwaukmote sighed, bent over and patted the other man on the back, "Old man, the country, the head of state and the people will not forget his contribution. You must also take good care of yourself. If you need anything, you can tell us. The government will provide you with living security, right? Has anyone from the local area come to comfort you?"

This question made Minister of Civil Affairs Alfred Rosenberg tense up.

According to Victor's instructions, condolences must be given during major festivals every year, which is a political task.

It means that the government has not forgotten these heroes.

If anyone doesn't go, they will suffer. If the mayor doesn't want to go, the deputy mayor definitely wants to go.

Such a familiar approach...

Victor: I don't understand, but doesn't the one in the east understand? Can't I just pull him across the river?
"I went there, they helped me tidy up the fields and taught me how to plant. I am living a good life now."

Cuauhcmote nodded with satisfaction. "Mexico is grateful for your efforts. Don't worry, we will never let the heroes shed blood and tears. Treating the families of martyrs well is the responsibility and obligation of society. The head of state has instructed more than once that soldiers should be the most glorious!"

Some people in the crowd applauded violently, while others cheered in unison.

The reporter from El País who followed them took photos as much as possible, as all of this would be reported in the news.

In the mainstream major countries in the world, politicians put on a show. You can arrange the people, write the plot, and perform it however you want. You must show your people-friendly side, so that you can win the hearts of the people.

Oh, of course, the barbed wire like the one Laoxian used, with thorns on it, is extremely rare. No, it’s not rare, I just haven’t seen it before. If it happened in any other place, it would be criticized, but the mainstream media in India thinks this is normal, which is the most terrifying thing.

No wonder it gave birth to the "Goblin" who "failed to abstain from sex" and "slept with his niece and granddaughter".

Quau Kmote held the old man's hand and took him to enjoy the cheers of the people. After he finished his speech in the central square, the celebration reached its climax. Four "independently" developed F4s flew through the air, dropping streamers into the sky, and the crowd cheered enthusiastically.

The reason why this celebration was so grand was simply to tell everyone that the border war was only a local war that would not affect normal life, and to make everyone have confidence in the Victor government.

And at night...

More than 1100 sky lanterns were released from all directions in Mexico City, instantly lighting up the entire sky like day.

On the top floor of the National Palace.

Victor took a rare break and accompanied Belsalia to enjoy the evening breeze. He looked at the sky lanterns and pointed with a smile on his face, but the other party lowered her head, touched her belly, and said nothing.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Victor asked nervously.

Belsaria raised her head and looked at him, hesitant to speak, then shook her head, "Nothing."

"Who made you unhappy? You seem to be in a bad mood."

The other party seemed to have made a decision. "Do you know Christa Schroeder and Caesar Napoleon Vieri?"

Victor frowned instantly!
Casare, who was grilling meat behind him, actually had his ears perked up. When he heard the name and exchanged glances with his confidential secretary Martin Baumann, he secretly thought something was wrong.

Why didn't you hide it?!
How could this be exposed?

Victor stared into her eyes, sitting up slightly, feeling a little guilty.

But even so, Belsaria couldn't help but burst into tears. "Won't you explain it?"

"We were together before I met you."

Victor paused and uttered the famous words, "I just made a common mistake that all men make."

"I'm tired... I'm going to rest first." Belsaria interrupted him directly, holding her stomach and slowly standing up. It was a bit difficult. Victor reached out for support, but the other party dodged it. With the help of the servant beside him, he left the roof.

Victor put his hands on his hips and frowned. Although he didn't say anything, Casare could still feel the anger emanating from him.

He said cautiously, "Boss, do you want me to check it out?"

No answer...

Fatty Ka looked at Martin Bauman for help, but the latter immediately thought he was a coward and didn't dare to stand up at this time.

About three or four minutes later.

Victor shook his head and took a deep breath. "If you don't want others to know, then don't do it. Caesar is already three years old this year. He can hide it now, but it will be exposed sooner or later."

This is true.

I often walk by the river, so how can I not wet my shoes?

Belsalia knew that she must have heard some rumors. When Caesar was born, although good confidentiality measures were taken internally, there were many people who went to the hospital with Victor at that time, and all kinds of rumors spread out.

To put it bluntly, personal conduct has never been a problem. For those in power, the lack of power is the problem.

Roosevelt had relationships with many people, and it is said that the Norwegian princess was also deeply in love with him. Of course, who wouldn't love a man who could stir up the world?
Feudalism has never gone away, oh, it has only gone away from the bottom.

Be careful next time and don't get caught again.

"How about buying some gifts to comfort her?" Casare suggested.

"There are diamonds in South Africa. We can get some bracelets, necklaces, or gold. Her birthday is coming soon, so we can get her a big one."

After Victor lit a cigarette, he frowned and thought for a while, then threw the cigarette on the ground, turned his head, and said viciously, "Check it out! I want to see who talks so much!"

Casare was just about to respond when suddenly!

boom! ! ! !

A huge explosion suddenly sounded, and everyone on the roof was startled. Casare subconsciously protected his boss. Victor turned his head and stared, and saw a small mushroom cloud rising into the sky!

With screams...

Resounding throughout Mexico City.

Victor was cold all over, Casare's body was numb, and Martin Baumann was stunned and his legs were weak!

"Save! People!" "Order Gerd von Rundstedt, the 1st Guards Division to control the city!"

"Yes!"

Casare responded and turned to inform.

Victor took a deep breath and looked at the exploding flames fiercely, his face feeling painful.

"Set up an investigation team immediately. I want to know what's going on."

Martin Baumann also responded.

The only people left on the roof were a few bodyguards standing in the distance. Victor's hands were clenched into fists, which made a creaking sound.

"Help! Help!"

"Save me! Save me!"

“Mom…Mom!”

The explosion site was in a mess. A building was blown beyond recognition, and the streets outside were filled with broken glass and wounded people lying on the ground. Some were wailing, while others were motionless.

The police arrived quickly, as did the capital's police chief, Friedrich Karl Eberstein, who was also deputy chief of police, and arrived at the scene in less than twenty minutes.

"Hurry up and save them, fuck fuck fuck!"

A minister cursed angrily, his face turning pale and ashen. Someone must be held responsible for this matter, and those below him will definitely be in trouble.

The sound of ambulances could be heard everywhere, ul ul ul ul.

"Director, do we want to control public opinion and block the signal?" the deputy director next to him asked in a low voice.

Friedrich Karl Eberstein stared at him fiercely. "How can we block it? There are nearly 4000 million people in Mexico. How can we hide it?! First control the public opinion. Also, tell those reporters to get out of here and stay away from the scene."

"clear."

The phone in his pocket rang, and Friedrich quickly picked it up. It was Kwaukmot who asked him to find out the reason. "Yes!"

As soon as he hung up the phone, the next one came in, and he was so thirsty from answering the call.

Two police cars drove up and stopped at the entrance of the street.

Police Minister Robert Bill got out of the car with a gloomy face. Friedrich Karl Eberstein groaned inwardly and hurried to greet him.

“Is this how security work is done?!!”

"Minister, I..."

"Check it carefully. I want to know what's going on."

Minister Robert Beale took two steps with a gloomy face, and his eyes seemed to see something. He saw a photo on the ground with a pool of blood. In the photo, a young man in military uniform was smiling shyly at the camera.

His pupils shrank.

"This is my grandson, Arizmendi."

"Was there an old man who fell here just now?" Robert Bill turned his head and asked.

Friedrich was stunned. "It was too chaotic. I don't know, but he should have been taken to the hospital."

Seeing the other person's bad expression, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Chief?"

Robert Beale said nothing, but frowned as he looked at the scene that had been bombed into ruins.

In modern news media, if you have something going on, it is impossible to hide it. If the intranet doesn’t work, then use the Internet. There will always be something you want to see there.

When the Internet emerged, beheading videos like those in Mexico and Southeast Asia were everywhere.

So, not long after the explosion, all kinds of news appeared on the Internet.

"This is a natural disaster. Victor offended God, and God punished him."

"If you ask me, Victor's tyranny has caused dissatisfaction among many righteous people. They have risen up in rebellion, just like the French people overthrew Louis XVI. They want to overthrow him and send him to the guillotine!"

"Can you please have some conscience? These are all human beings! Human beings! Human beings!"

"It's not me who died..."

The internet is filled with curses, and the few words of conscience are drowned out.

The news quickly spread around the world through mainstream media.

And a lot of clowns also jumped out.

Half an hour later, ETA claimed responsibility in Spain.

Forty minutes later, the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (FARC) claimed responsibility!

An hour later, the anarchist extremist group claimed responsibility for the incident.

Two hours later, Abu Sayyaf followed suit.

More than a dozen terrorist organizations around the world claimed responsibility for the attack.

OK OK...

Can we play like this?

Sooner or later, you will all be exposed!

This also highlights a problem. Victor will take revenge, but there is no shortage of desperate people in this world. Many people are not afraid of death...

Among 70 billion people, there are always some who want to "subvert" the world.

It's like there are 4000 million people in Mexico City, can you guarantee that everyone is loyal to Victor?

There is no country that has not suffered from terrorist attacks!!

Or maybe it was a sudden accidental event.

They create social panic through extreme violence and attempt to reconstruct the human value system with an anti-civilization attitude.

Maybe when you are walking, someone suddenly jumps out from a fruit stall and stabs you. This world is crazy.

"The night will never go away!"

Victor smoked a lot of cigarettes in the office. He must have been unable to sleep. This is the capital! The capital! The capital!
It's really embarrassing to see something like this happen.

dong dong dong~
There was a knock on the door and Casare pushed it open, his face looking equally serious.

"Have you investigated the matter thoroughly?"

"Through cameras and on-site investigation, we found that it was a gas tank explosion. We found two bodies that were blown to pieces at the scene. They were the closest. We extracted DNA for comparison. One of them was named Aurelio Barrett. He is an interesting person. He was a former DEA (US Drug Enforcement Administration) employee. But three years ago, the DEA showed that he died in Colombia. He entered Mexico from Brazil under an alias."

"Another person was Turk Van Buren, who was once detained for drug abuse, but he cooperated well and helped the police department crack down on drug dealers. So he was released after being detained for more than a year, and later applied for a job as an employee of the gas company."

"We inferred that this was a premeditated attack. We also found some fragments of the delay device at the scene. We guessed that the two of them should have intended to use the liquid in the gas tank to delay the explosion, but they made a mistake and the scene exploded."

Mexican residents rarely use pipeline gas. There are two main ways for residents to use gas: one is to buy bottled gas cylinders; the other is to install fixed gas cylinders on the roof and have the liquefied petroleum gas supplier deliver gas to the door.

"Do the two of them have any intersection?"

Casare's eyes flickered. "It seems impossible that they have met, but we found that they are both involved in drugs. Turk Van Buren has never been abroad. We suspect that he was bribed by some organization in prison or when he was released from prison, and then lurked in Mexico City, waiting for this opportunity to use him."

"Hasn't the local chief paid any continuous attention to this?"

"He performed very well in the company and was awarded the title of model worker several times. We visited his neighbors and they said that although he was a bit withdrawn, he was polite to everyone he met and was willing to help others."

It’s hidden so deeply!

It is indeed impossible for the Mexican intelligence organization to fully grasp this kind of "scattered" personnel. After all, they are human beings, not gods!

"in addition…"

Casare glanced at Victor and continued, "Not only in Mexico City, but also in Paris, London, Berlin, Athens and other places, bizarre explosions occurred within three hours of our explosion!"

"And if there is any connection point, it is our plan to invite European defense ministers to visit a few days ago. They are responding to our plan!"

Victor opened his eyes.

"The American CIA?! Or Mossad?"

Casare frowned and asked, "Boss, who do you think it is?"

……

(End of this chapter)