Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 613 Ethan Hunt is a true warrior!
Anyone who has studied journalism knows that the three essential elements of news are authenticity, timeliness, and freshness!
But to be honest, this doesn't make much money...

Unless you can get your hands on some really big news, like the German surrender, the end of World War II, the collapse of the Soviet Union, or the fall of the Berlin Wall, but such news is rare and hard to come by, what can you do then?

The three essential elements of profitable news: traffic, exaggeration, and conflict!
This is to attract attention and create public opinion.

Casare dared to confidently assure Victor that Mexico had "raised" a considerable number of writers from Europe, Asia, and Africa; if penguins had any value in united front work, they were even prepared to build a news station in Antarctica.

This group includes experts, editors-in-chief, professors, and some media professionals.

It is said that there is a list in confidential internal documents of the Mexican Imperial Bank that lists public opinion figures supported around the world, who receive regular monthly payments.

The price ranges from 10,000 riyals to 200,000 riyals!

This news was reported by American media, and many people believed it to be true, exclaiming, "Mexico has developed the capability for ideological warfare!"

Of course, these are all just hearsay.

Paris, France!

André Dupont called home to say he had to work overtime that evening. After exchanging a few pleasantries with his wife, he hung up and was about to make himself a cup of coffee when he heard a knock at the door.

"Please come in!"

Then a white man walked in, carrying a black bag.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, André Dupont was startled, then became very nervous. "Hey, what brings you here?" he said, closing the door behind him and looking at the other person. "You're going to get me killed!"

“Don’t be nervous, Mr. Andrei. Look, I’m your colleague now. I just started working here today.” The white man smiled and pointed to his press pass.

André Dupont frowned, somewhat impatiently, and said, "What is it? Speak quickly!"

"I wish you would speak more politely!"

"Fuck you..." André Dupont was about to burst out cursing when he saw the white man throw the black bag he was carrying on the ground, pull up the zipper, and inside were stacks of rials!
"Your mom... is really flashy."

André Dupont swallowed as he looked at the rial. The new Mexican currency was highly reflective, almost blinding under the light.

But who doesn't like money?!
Since Mexico defeated the United States, its exchange rate has continued to rise, and now it is about 1:1.3 with the US dollar.

It even has the potential to surpass the US dollar.

"Here's 15 riyals. Publish this article in your name tomorrow," the white man said, pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to him.

André Dupont glanced at the money on the ground, his expression one of astonishment. Then he looked down at the banknotes on the ground and hesitated.

"Don't hesitate, hesitation is the greatest insult to money!" the white man said with a smile.

That makes a lot of sense.

"Okay! It will be published on the front page of Le Figaro tomorrow."

The white man smiled and nodded, seemingly admiring the other party's decisiveness. After exchanging a few words, he left without a word.

André Dupont took a deep breath, looked at the banknotes on the ground, and couldn't resist any longer. He picked up a stack of them and sniffed them.

"It's delicious!"

August 13, the day after the attack on the United Nations office in Geneva.

An article titled "Bloodstained Temple of Peace: Militants raid UN headquarters in Geneva, global security architecture dealt a heavy blow" appeared on the front page of Le Figaro.

It instantly became a sensation from France to the whole of Europe, and then spread to the whole world!

"The morning mist on the shores of Lake Geneva had not yet dissipated when the Palais des Nations, a symbol of humanity's highest ideal of peace, was torn apart by flames of violence yesterday. Local time evening, several armed men disguised as staff of the Palais des Nations restaurant launched a shocking attack on the United Nations Office at Geneva."

"The massive explosion shattered the glass facade that symbolized cooperation, and smoke engulfed the meeting hall where diplomats debated the shared future of humanity. As of now, the death toll continues to rise, and this once sacred haven of safety has been stained red with blood!"

"This is not just an attack on architecture, but a barbaric trampling on the collective conscience of humanity and the foundation of the multilateral order!"

"As diplomats ran and screamed through corridors to avoid bullets, as documents bearing the UN emblem fluttered in the flames, the attackers destroyed a beacon of hope that humanity had painstakingly built after the devastation of two world wars. Mexican President Victor Vieri issued an emergency statement in the early morning, calling the incident an 'attack on all humanity,' his voice filled with grief and anger. He stated: 'Tonight, my heart is with the diplomats who have worked for the cause of humanity!'"

"However, beyond the intense anger and grief, a cold and sharp question pierces the heart: Why is the UN security line so fragile? The Geneva headquarters, which hosts the world's most sensitive diplomatic activities, should be the most heavily guarded place on earth!"

I can't help but ask:

"Is the surveillance system ineffective? How could armed personnel approach the core area silently with deadly weapons?"

"Why did the defensive shield shatter? Why did the pre-set physical barriers and rapid response mechanisms fail to effectively stop the organized attack?"

"Where are the vulnerabilities in the emergency response network? Were there fatal delays in the emergency response and evacuation after the attack?"

"These are not criticisms, but necessary inquiries into the safety of the countless people working here and striving for peace. The international community entrusts its representatives here, and the United Nations has an inescapable responsibility to provide the highest level of protection. This tragedy may not only expose a failure in one link, but also a dangerous signal of systemic vulnerability in the entire security system!!"

"Since becoming the European home of the United Nations in 1946, the Geneva headquarters has witnessed the birth of countless historic agreements. In 1953, a Swiss journalist took a black-and-white photograph of staff working in temporary wooden sheds during the early construction of the Palais des Nations—their determination to uphold international cooperation even amidst ruins was deeply moving. Yet yesterday, violence tarnished this sacred mission that has been passed down for nearly eighty years."

"The scars on the United Nations headquarters in Geneva are a shared pain for all humanity. While strongly condemning this cowardly and despicable act of terrorism, we demand a thorough, transparent investigation involving the entire international community. The blood of the victims cannot be shed in vain. The world must know the truth, and the security loopholes must be thoroughly repaired. Humanity's pursuit of peace must never falter in the face of violence. The lights of the Palais des Nations must be relit more resolutely from the ruins—because they represent our shared, wounded yet unwavering, yearning for a safer world!"

"The attack on the United Nations headquarters in Geneva was like a heavy hammer blow to the most sensitive nerve of human collective security. It cruelly reveals that even the sacred hall symbolizing the highest ideals of cooperation can instantly become an altar of violence. We need a safe and stable social order to give diplomats the motivation to do their work!"

"This incident forces the world to reflect: in the face of increasingly complex threats, the security services led by the United Nations and the Swedish security agencies have been utterly incompetent!"

"It is easy to rebuild the stone walls of the Palace of Nations, but difficult to rebuild the international community's trust in it as a 'safe haven.' Who will dare to work on security within the United Nations in the future?"

"Therefore, I personally call for the Geneva headquarters to be moved to another country before it is rebuilt and restored. With the whole of Europe shrouded in an atmosphere of terrorist attacks, we need a strong country with strong military and security capabilities to take over this important task."

...

André Dupont did not directly call for the use of "Mexico," which would have been too direct.

Other newspapers, such as the Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung, the Echo, and The Guardian, turned their attention to "superheroes," and Barney Ross's identity was quickly revealed through their in-depth investigations.

"A professor at the Mexican Special Forces Academy!"

"He served in the 141st Special Forces Battalion, the first special forces unit in New Mexico, and participated in no fewer than 40 combat operations!"

The few words themselves only added to the mystery.

The very term "special forces" is highly appealing, and coupled with Barney Ross's performance during the live broadcast, it instantly earned him the title of "Garrison Warrior".

Similarly, the Mexican 141st Special Forces Unit also appeared before the general public.

However, some observant individuals discovered a "Unit History" page on the Mexican military's official website, which openly and explicitly featured the 141st Special Forces Unit and its combat history.

"We were born in times of crisis, we rose in times of prosperity, we have gone from the Arctic to the summit of Mount Everest, from one victory to another, we are an all-airspace combat force, please do not oppose us. Forgiving you is God's business, but we are the ones who will send you to meet God!"

With the added prestige of his status and the "official" promotion, Barney Ross's name became known throughout the country.

In this context, at 8 p.m. on August 13, less than 24 hours later, Mexico announced that it had identified the attackers as members of the "Saddam Youth Group," and that the person behind them was Iraqi President Saddam Hussein!
This made global intelligence agencies quite embarrassed.

The CIA is too busy; they're locked in a fierce battle with the FBI. The conflict is escalating, especially after rumors circulated that Director Melia Cruz had been tortured to death. The CIA is reportedly even considering arresting Defense Secretary Norman Schwarzkopf. And Mossad…

Beset by internal and external troubles, just two days ago, the newly appointed director, deputy director, and eleven other security officials were killed by a Palestinian hypersonic missile while meeting with leaders of some Middle Eastern rebel groups at a secret residence!
This has created a lot of chaos within Mossad.

There is definitely a mole within the organization, and he holds a high-ranking position!
And where did it get the hypersonic missile? Damn it... We can't even afford to eat, and you're telling me you invented a hypersonic missile?
Don't ask, the answer is independent research and development.

There's a joke in the Middle East too: a Mossad executive told his wife a joke before bed, but she didn't laugh. Instead, the Mexican intelligence agency, hidden in the closet, did.

It's practically been permeated into a sieve.

And another one from the Sixth Intelligence Bureau: ? ? ? ? Brother, you're so capable, it makes me look stupid, you know? You'll lose me if you keep this up!
Mexico made several public appearances in one day, and some people sensed something was wrong. Sure enough, an online poll appeared.

If you were a diplomat, where do you think would be the best place to temporarily relocate the Geneva headquarters?

1: Afghanistan!
2: Iraq!

3: Yemen!
4: Mexico.

From the afternoon of August 13th until 8 PM, in just a few hours, more than 20,000 people submitted their applications, with 98.2% choosing Mexico!
Victor looked at the vote on the computer, nodded with satisfaction, took a puff of his cigarette, and said to Casare, "See? The masses have discerning eyes. What does this show? It shows that in their hearts, Mexico is still a very good country!"

Fatty looked at the options on the screen…

He didn't even know how to describe it.

The other three places are like a dung beetle meeting a toad—a worthy opponent. So if not Mexico, where would you choose?
But Casarte still has to give a thumbs up in praise.

Everyone here has good judgment.

Victor was in a good mood. "I'm planning to award Barney Ross the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Diamonds, Swords, and Oak Leaves, and the title of 'Hero of Mexico.' What do you think?"

Casare was taken aback, his eyes filled with envy.

That's an honorary title; to this day, very few people in the entire army have received it.

“I think it’s a good idea. Besides, aren’t the Americans coming to negotiate the day after tomorrow? We can choose to award him the medal on that day, which will generate buzz and boost our domestic confidence.”

Viktor smiled and tapped him with his finger. "Thoughtful, very good."

Have you listed your negotiation requirements?

"It's all listed, I was just about to show it to you, I'll go get it now."

Casare jogged out of the office. He was the only one who could be "lively" in front of Viktor. Goebbels was the most serious, meticulous, and sometimes he didn't even smile. If you didn't know him, you would think he was an alien.

About three or four minutes later, someone knocked on the door.

Victor thought it was Casare, but when he came in, he was surprised to see that it was Jeff Bennett, the head of Mexico's counterintelligence agency, though his expression was somewhat serious.

"The Führer."

"Jeff, what happened?" Victor looked up at his expression and asked, his eyelashes fluttering.

"An hour ago, Norman Schwarzkopf deployed troops to suppress the FBI and announced the permanent disbandment of the CIA. In addition, the new FBI director, Trent Taylor, will also serve as the director of the National Security Agency, with full authority over intelligence work."

"Has Norman Schwarzkopf gone mad?"

Viktor raised an eyebrow, assessing his opponent: Such power!
That's the US National Security Agency, which monitors and listens to people all over the world. In some ways, it's much more powerful than the CIA and FBI. If you suddenly change leadership, there's bound to be some turmoil involved.

"Trent Taylor was the nephew of Norman's wife, Brenda Helsinger, and also his former captain of the guard."

No wonder!
"According to our informants in the White House, Norman Schwarzkopf has been bewitched by witchcraft in this sudden change of leadership!"

"????"

This made Viktor laugh. "Witchcraft? How ridiculous! All the fear stems from insufficient firepower."

Haunted?

I'll blow up your grave with a 150mm howitzer, then see what you do!
He himself was involved in the witchcraft scandal.

Jeff Bennett looked very serious, his eyes were deep. "He said he dreamed of Reagan, whom we bombed, and the other man held his hand and said he was a sinner of America and that his whole family would lose their lives!"

"Then when he woke up the next day, he found an owl's head on his bedside table!"

"But the surveillance footage showed nothing; it was as if it appeared out of thin air."

Victor's front teeth slowly receded...

But he still didn't believe in these supernatural tales; they were too far-fetched.

"You believe that too?"

Jeff Bennett shook his head. "Of course not. I don't believe in such tricks. I'm more convinced that someone wants to harm him. According to our deduction, it should be the Skull and Bones who are about to make their move!"

"Any news from the Skull and Bones Society...?"

“The hierarchy there is too strict and the rules are too tight. Our people couldn’t infiltrate, but we think there’s someone who can definitely get some information from there.”

"Who?" Victor asked curiously.

"Ethan Hunt, Hydra's second-in-command!"

Jeff Bennett's eyes lit up. "According to our sources, he has two mistresses: one is the mistress of U.S. Supreme Court Justice Carsimo Jeffries, and the other is Dorothy Rodham, the mother of former U.S. President Clinton's wife, Diane Rodham!"

Viktor opened his mouth...

Shock!

unbelievable!

I don't know what to say!
This guy is really something else. He slept with the wife of the US military commander in Germany, and he's slept with countless wealthy women in North America. Now that he's been released, he's even more outrageous.

"How old is Dorothy Rodham?"

"74!"

"Stop fooling around," Victor said, waving his hand and laughing.

Jeff Bennett, however, looked at him with a serious expression.

Viking's expression darkened instantly, and he gritted his teeth, "Call Ethan Hunt! I want to ask him if he's been blinded by lust!"

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(End of this chapter)