Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 612 A Great Opportunity Amidst Minor Turmoil!

Ali is 17 years old and belongs to the "Saddam Youth Corps"!
This organization, also known as the "Lions of Saddam," is a paramilitary group established in the 1990s by Saddam Hussein, the eldest son of Iraq. Most of its members come from Saddam's hometown of Tikrit and the surrounding area, and are directly loyal to the Saddam family.

Equivalent to... soldiers from one's hometown.

Uday had planned to send them to Britain, Iran, and the Kurdistan Region, with the goal of assassinating Ahmed Chalabi, the Iraqi opposition leader in exile in London. Well... the visas weren't approved, so the plan was cancelled.

The 15 "young lions," including Ali, infiltrated Geneva twenty days ago with the help of Iraqi representatives, ostensibly for "exchange and learning."

very smooth!
After getting in, he infiltrated the United Nations' outsourced catering company and waited for his opportunity.

Nowadays!

The opportunity has come!

By order of His Highness Uday Hussein, the Great Lion of Babylon, Emperor of the Middle East, and Son of the King of Kings, let these people have a taste of their own medicine!
Ali, with a bag slung across his shoulder and an MP3 player in hand, rushed out of the restaurant with his "captain." When he saw the surveillance camera above him, a smile appeared on his usually cold face, revealing his dimples, and he made a "V" sign.

"problem occurs!!"

The surveillance footage also showed employees who, upon seeing the dozen or so armed men rushing out of the restaurant, were terrified and slammed their hands on the red button on the control panel.

Woo—

Woo woo woo—

The piercing sound of air raid sirens suddenly rang out in the United Nations building in Geneva.

This sounds like an order...

There is actually no military presence at the Palais des Nations. Daily security is handled by the United Nations Security and Safety Service, whose members are civilian police officers or professional security personnel, not the military.

Its weaponry is deployed in accordance with the principles of demilitarization, defensiveness, and minimum force!
It is primarily equipped with a 9mm Glock Sig Sauer pistol.

Upon hearing the alarm, the group arrived armed.

"Take the elevator! Elevator!" a bald Swede shouted, calling his team of seven security personnel to squeeze into the elevator, while the others ran up the stairs.

Ali was in the corridor, holding a gun and firing at the people he could see.

Uday's order was:
Today, the Palace of Nations is hell!
As he finished off the corpse, he heard the elevator arrive. Turning around, he saw the floor number displayed…

2 ...

3 ...

4 ...

Ali turned his head, pulled the bolt of his gun, and grinned as he waited for the elevator to come up.

Ding-dong—

As soon as the door opened, the bald Swede inside, about to rush out with his men, saw a young man standing in the doorway. He was very dark-skinned, with a sinister look in his eyes, waving at him and saying, "Bye-bye."

Thump thump thump thump—

A burst of bullets came and turned the security personnel in the elevator into sieves.

Blood splattered everywhere, covering the entire elevator.

Ali pulled a grenade from his bag, pulled the pin, and threw it into the elevator, then covered his ears…

boom!
Limbs and severed arms were flying everywhere.

He didn't even say two words before he was reincarnated.

Suddenly, a voice rang out: "The Iron-Blooded Youth Corps respectfully welcomes the Grand Master!"
He died as soon as he appeared on the show.

With bloodshot eyes, Ali charged toward the main central assembly hall.

Meanwhile, the leaders who were having a meeting inside also realized that something was wrong.

The British representative was speaking eloquently when the emergency alarm suddenly blared throughout the north and south, leaving everyone bewildered. What was going on? They were just wondering what was happening when the noise below gradually grew louder.

Mexican Commissioner Joachim Ribbentrop and his deputy Arthur Zimmerman exchanged glances.

"I feel something's not right..."

"I feel so too!"

“Tell everyone to be careful,” Joachim Ribbentrop said, frowning.

Bang! ! !

The doors to the central assembly hall suddenly jolted, and then a tall, white man in a suit rushed in, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

"Terrorists!!"

He screamed, and before he could finish speaking, gunshots rang out behind him, and a burst of bullets ripped his body into a bloody mess.

Joachim Ribbentrop's pupils suddenly contracted!

The door was pushed open, and Ali walked in with a sinister grin. Seeing the well-dressed representatives, and then looking at his own clothes, he felt a twisted madness. "Good evening, gentlemen!"

"run!"

Someone shouted, and everyone fled in panic, completely losing their composure.

I've remembered...

You can never outrun a bullet. Instead of running, you might as well find a place to hide and at least... live a little longer.

Joachim Ribbentrop sensed something was wrong when he saw the other side fire, and pulled Arthur Zimmerman aside, saying to the Mexican delegation members behind him, "Come with me!"

He was quite brave, but several women in the team had never been on the battlefield. Their faces turned pale, but their will to survive kept them close to the team.

The group fled through a side door.

While running, Joachim Ribbentrop took out his cell phone and called his friend, Barney Ross, the vice principal of the Mexican Special Forces School, who was on a business trip in Sweden.

"Hey buddy, what's up? Why are you calling me all of a sudden?" Loud music started playing on the other end of the line, and you could even hear girls screaming.

"Help! Help!"

Joachim Ribbentrop blurted out, "Terrorists have entered the UN building! Help!"

Barney Ross's eyes widened. He pushed aside the naked woman dancing on his body and walked to the door. "I'm coming. Hold on, you guys stay hidden."

He rushed out the door and saw a drunk man next to his Hummer SUV parked outside, about to reach for something and urinate on the car door, banging on the glass with his left hand and babbling incoherently.

Two or three women dressed in flamboyant attire were laughing hysterically nearby.

Barney Ross rushed forward and kicked the drunkard, sending him flying 5 meters!
He got into the car and drove off.

The girl behind him was stunned, and the drunkard was lying on the ground groaning.

Barney Ross floored the accelerator, and roared to life!

He ran the red light...

He managed to drive a half-hour journey in just over ten minutes.

When he arrived at the Palais des Nations, the area had already been cordoned off by Swedish police, with police cars everywhere, flashing lights, and reporters who had already received the news standing outside broadcasting live.

At any time, traffic... is the key to making money!

This was further developed and popularized in the later Internet era.

The Hummer was stopped by the police, who patted the hood and gestured for him to move to the back.

Barney Ross stepped down, took out his badge from his jacket pocket, and said, "I am an external instructor for the Swedish Special Forces. I need to see your field commander."

That's right...

Sweden and Mexico have a deep cooperative relationship that dates back to when Victor was still in Tijuana. They had already been flirting with each other and had long since become allies. Later, Sweden asked Mexico to help them train special forces.

And so, Barney Ross arrived.

The police officer who stopped him paused for a moment, then quickly nodded, "Please come with me."

They led him to a police chief, who was rather overweight and was angrily asking, "Where's the military support? Where are they?"

"Chief," the policeman leading the way called out.

The sheriff turned his head, frowning. "What?" "This is an instructor from the special police force. He wants to see you."

The other person's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he reached out to shake Barney Ross's hand, looking him over. "Thank you, thank you for your reinforcements..."

“I am a person, Sheriff.”

"????"

"I need information now: how many criminals are there, what weapons are they carrying, and how many people are still inside?"

The sheriff shook his head awkwardly, "I don't know how many criminals there are, I only know that they are carrying rifles and grenades, and there are probably more than 400 people inside."

Barney Ross nodded, walked back to his Humvee, pulled a tactical vest from the trunk and put it on, then put on a mask. Holding a Colt M727 carbine, he removed the fixed carrying handle, milled a Weaver rail mount on the top of the receiver, hung a Trijicon TA01 ACOG 4×32 optics, equipped with an aluminum four-way rail handguard, and a SureFire 628 vertical grip.

They all like to mix and match their own items because it's convenient for them.

The sheriff was stunned to see Barney Ross approaching fully armed. After nodding to him, the former jogged into the Palace of Nations with his weapon in hand.

This scene was captured by a reporter from Swedish National Television, who pointed the camera at him, and the moment instantly went viral.

...

The attack on the United Nations headquarters is a very serious matter.

What does it mean?
It's like your boss is holding a leadership transition meeting, and you go up there and throw a piece of shit into his bowl, then ask him, "Is it comfortable?"

This is simply... outrageous!

Although the United Nations imposes very few restrictions on major powers, within the basic rules, no one dares to challenge the rules.

Inside the National Palace in Mexico.

Viktor smoked a cigarette, his gaze fixed intently on the television.

A male reporter steadied himself, maintaining his professionalism, while his camera captured the scene. "We can hear gunfire coming from inside. According to survivors who escaped, the terrorists are killing anyone they see..."

"OMG!!"

Suddenly, the cameraman's shout rang out in the frame, followed by the sight of a body being thrown from a distant window, crashing heavily to the ground. A grenade was also thrown down with a loud bang, and chaos erupted at the scene, with flashing police lights and wailing sirens...

In the footage, a figure breaks through the outer perimeter security line at lightning speed, finds a weak point, and rushes into the building while bending over!
"Ladies and gentlemen, what you are witnessing is the hostage crisis at the Palace of Nations, a sight I have never seen in my career! Just now! Just seconds ago, the terrorist organization dropped bodies and grenades, and 'a figure! A lone figure! Dressed in dark clothes...rushed into the building.'"

The camera might be a bit shaky, trying to track that figure...

Viktor sat up slightly, feeling a sense of familiarity with that figure from behind.

Gunshots rang out throughout the building.

About three minutes later, a dozen panicked people ran out, followed by a man holding a Colt M727 carbine.

The police quickly took the survivors in.

The sheriff handed the man a bottle of water, and as soon as the hat was lifted slightly, the camera focused on the man's face.

"Barney!!"

Casare, who had been sitting quietly nearby, was startled and spoke up when he saw the familiar face.

“Barney Ross?” Victor turned and asked.

Casare nodded.

No wonder they seemed so familiar. The other person was not only an instructor at the Mexican Special Forces School, but also a professional technical advisor to Mexican special forces units such as the Special Police Unit "SDU", OMO Group A, and the Air Force Special Forces "North American Sword!" 23rd Company.

Colonel (military rank)

He's a really impressive person; he trained a lot of special forces soldiers.

Upon hearing that it was one of their own, Viktor stopped smoking, frowned, and nervously watched the television. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned his head and asked, "Hasn't our intelligence agency received intelligence about a terrorist attack on the United Nations?"

Casare shook his head. "I don't have any here."

"Being able to evade intelligence agencies from various countries and then launch a terrorist attack seems quite remarkable; there must be someone behind it."

"I think so too. Besides, there must be someone within the UN who has betrayed us, otherwise how could they have gotten in so easily? How did they bring these weapons in?"

Viktor said with some dissatisfaction, "This is utter nonsense. This is the United Nations. If it were taken down like this, whose face would be slapped? If this happened in Mexico, this would never have happened."

Casare, understanding the unspoken meaning, fully demonstrated the ability of a "favored minister": "The American peace negotiation team has submitted its entry application and will come to Mexico City for talks on August 15. Perhaps we can request that the New York headquarters be moved to Mexico City."

Viktor's eyes lit up, but his posture became somewhat awkward. "Would the Americans agree to this?"

“Boss, the US is in a war zone right now. How can they protect the representatives from all countries? Look at how chaotic the management is. It’s a complete mess. We pay a lot of membership fees every year, and look at this now? Even the security is so bad. It’s unbelievable.”

Victor nodded, but didn't say anything more, keeping his eyes fixed on the television.

If Mexico City could be the headquarters of the United Nations, then... in another sense, it would demonstrate Mexico's strength as a world city.

Do you think Viktor wouldn't be excited?

The Americans aren't idiots; they know the benefits this brings. The number of visitors alone generates a substantial income each year, and from a political perspective, the income is immeasurable.

Meanwhile, on television, Barney Ross had already gone in and out seven times…

Hundreds of UN officials and employees were rescued.

When he came out again, the Swedish special investigation team finally arrived at the scene. Barney Ross took command and led them in.

Inside the Palace of Nations…

Ali, a member of the "Saddam Youth Group," looked rather disheveled.

His face had long lost its earlier calm and collected demeanor, and his eyes even held a hint of fear of death.

Where did this weirdo come from?!

He single-handedly suppressed their firepower, and several of his "comrades" were even shot down as soon as their heads popped out.

The two sides are not at the same level.

Seeing his comrades die one by one around him, Ali was also afraid...

The "Saddam Youth League" was a semi-brainwashing paramilitary organization, not a respectable group.

He ran downstairs in a panic, only to run right into the Swedish search team that rushed in.

"Don't move! Don't move!"

The Swedes are nervous too...

They had virtually no practical experience, and the place was too remote.

After yelling, he opened fire, bullets flying everywhere. Ali, who was standing around the corner, didn't dare to move. He reached into his satchel, his face stiffening. The grenades and bullets inside were gone.

He was really panicked.

Just then…

Something rolled over with a gurgling sound. Ali subconsciously turned his head to take a look, but before he could recognize what it was, he heard a bang, and then everything went blurry. He screamed and fainted.

You think you can see a stun grenade with your eyes?

You're awesome!
An explosion can produce 600 to 800 million candela of intense light, equivalent to temporary blindness, and a deafening sound exceeding 170 decibels, far surpassing the human pain threshold of 120 decibels. This combination overstimulates the visual and auditory nerves, causing brain information processing disorders, leading to dizziness, disorientation, and temporary loss of mobility.

When Ali fell to the ground, his nerves were still twitching in a disordered manner.

The Swedish search team quickly moved in and apprehended him.

Forty minutes later…

When Barney Ross came out with his men, Victor smiled and turned off the TV. "In Hollywood movies, Americans save the world, but in reality, Mexicans are the ones saving everything!"

"The winds of public opinion have blown in our direction."

Casare instantly understood, and nodded with a smile, "Tomorrow, Barney Ross's name and the experts' proposal to move the United Nations to a safe country will appear in the world's best media!"

……

(End of this chapter)