Working as a police officer in Mexico

#507 - "The Victor Project"!

June 15th, sunny, 14:00 in the afternoon.

On Tel Aviv streets, one could see Israelis carrying flags everywhere, shouting slogans like "Long live Israel" and… "Revenge."

At the famous Meir Park.

Tens of thousands of people gathered here, singing songs, tears streaming down their faces.

In the center, the statue of the Iron Lady, Golda Meir, pointed towards the distance, precisely the location of Palestine.

For this memorial service, almost all of Israel's top brass had arrived, with hundreds of reporters broadcasting the scenes to the rest of the world.

Mainly because the so-called “Al-Aqsa Flood Operation” by the Palestinian side had resulted in heavy losses for Israel.

They lost six colonels and one major general…

Israel doesn't have any full generals, only lieutenant generals, and only one at that. Seeing this, the results were remarkable; how could they not feel the pain?

On the stage stood not the current leader, Rabin, but an old man with a tall stature and sharp eyes, his beard somewhat white, wearing a military uniform without any rank insignia.

This man was quite famous.

He participated in the First to Fifth Middle East Wars, once saying a very hawkish statement: "Kill all Palestinians, and peace will come."

He served as the Israeli Minister of Defense from 1981 to 1984.

He commanded the Fifth Middle East War in 1982.

Especially after the outbreak of the Yom Kippur War (Fourth Middle East War), Sharon commanded the Israeli forces on the Sinai Peninsula front, leading 27,000 Israeli soldiers across the Suez Canal into Egyptian territory, halting the passive situation of the Israeli army and reversing the situation in one fell swoop.

If it weren't for him, Israel might have really been destroyed.

He had a great reputation in the country.

He was also one of the founders of the Likud Group, and after the millennium, he also served as the national leader, a position equivalent to Hoover in America.

At this moment, the general, with tears in his eyes, shouted into the microphone, "Revenge! Revenge! Revenge! We will kill all of them, including men, women, and children, and send them all to hell. This is the land of the Israelis, and we will defend our country!"

The people below cheered, some running up to shake his hand, and some even kissing him.

The bodyguards hurriedly pushed them away…

But Sharon stopped them, saying with a heavy expression, "They just want to share the pain and cry with me, let them come over."

The bodyguards frowned, wanting to refuse this stupid decision, but after looking at Sharon, they still stepped aside. There was no way; Sharon's prestige was too profound.

Most importantly…

He wanted votes; he wanted the support of the people. A people-friendly image was the best.

A group of bereaved family members rushed up, hugging him and crying.

This scene…

Who wouldn't be moved?

Even the reporters aimed their cameras at him, and some pro-Israeli media had already thought of a title.

Something like…

“Israel Under Terrorist Organizations is Strengthening Itself!”

Does it have that feel?

But Sharon didn't see a pair of eyes staring at him intently nearby, following the crowd closer. It was a young man who opened his arms and gave Sharon a hug, but in the next second!

He took out a switchblade from his pocket and stabbed Sharon in the abdomen four or five times in a row, without any hesitation.

The bodyguards, blocked by two people, had been watching closely. Seeing something was wrong, they rushed over, but by the time they pinned the assailant down, he was red-faced, shouting at Sharon, who was clutching his abdomen on the ground, “Long live Palestine! Long live freedom!!!”

That wasn't the end of it…

Just as he finished speaking, there was a loud explosion. A clearing was blasted open directly in the middle of the crowd, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. Someone had brought a bomb!

The huge shockwave swept away hundreds of people nearby, with severed limbs scattered everywhere, and the wails and painful screams were endless, accompanied by crying.

The crowd… panicked!

They began to push each other. From a high place, one could see people falling to the ground and being trampled by those behind them, desperately reaching out to pull someone, but in the end… like grains of sand in the sea, they were swallowed in an instant.

The bodyguards protected the politicians and left.

The surrounding police and troops rushed up to divide the crowd, appearing well-trained. After all, Israel still had universal conscription.

But ideals are ideals…

The police with shields had just come up when they were forcefully knocked aside. If it weren't for a quick-witted comrade pulling him, he would have been trampled to death by now.

Screech!

The armored car left a long mark on the ground as it stopped. The bodyguards stuffed the politicians into the car. Before closing the door, leader Rabin hurriedly shouted, "Quickly send Sharon to the hospital!"

"Understood!"

Woo woo woo!!!

Just as he finished speaking, he heard an air raid siren. Looking up, he saw four fighter jets roaring into the sky. Rabin's expression was not good, his brow furrowed. He was one of the few "moderates" in Israel, hoping to resolve the peace issue through dialogue.

This made him heavily questioned, and many extremists were dissatisfied with him.

Now…

There was no reason for peace.

He shook his head and closed the car door.

This memorial service ended in a… twisted manner. Now, good, tens of millions of people around the world had seen it on live broadcast.

Including…

Victor, far away in Mexico City.

The office in the National Palace was unusually quiet, with only the noise from the television.

"Did you guys do this?"

Victor looked at Jeff Bennett and Agustin Pujol, the director of the Mexican News Agency.

The two looked at each other, their expressions serious.

"General, you know me. This kind of method is too sloppy. I prefer things to be more refined," Bennett said, shaking his head.

"If it were me, there wouldn't be just one bomb, but at least a thousand people would have to die. The scene isn't big enough, General," Agustin also said.

Victor's mouth twitched.

Damn it, what kind of bandits are under my command?

"Then the Americans did it!"

That's right, if you can't figure something out, the Americans did it.

You want peace, I want peace, then what business do we arms dealers do?

Sometimes, the United States is just stirring up trouble from within.

Victor glanced at Casale next to him, who very sensibly turned off the television. Everyone sat up straight; they knew that the boss was about to start talking.

"Any new news from the American side recently?"

Jeff Bennett tugged at his clothes. "The news has been calm, with no news about Donald and Clinton coming out, but, just before I came, American news suddenly said that Clinton had a sudden illness and was hospitalized."

"According to our speculation…"

Jeff Bennett paused, squinting his eyes. "He may have already been silenced."

Viktor frowned as he listened to the other party continue, "I talked with Angel (former Chief of Staff). Clinton received over 60 million US dollars in political donations from the Jewish group and the Anglo-Saxon group when he came to power, promising them assistance with public welfare benefits and overseas military activities. However, he didn't solve a single problem for them. Angel said he saw their representatives come to the office to express their dissatisfaction to Clinton more than once."

"The president and capital are essentially one. Even if the goal wasn't achieved, it wouldn't lead to killing him. This kind of speculation is untenable," Agustin Preucil said before the general could speak.

Although the Mexican Counterintelligence Bureau and the Mexican News Agency haven't reached the level of animosity as the FBI and CIA, there's a saying: 'There is no love lost between members of the same trade.' Competition itself is vicious. If you stand out, wouldn't I seem useless?

So, sometimes, both sides will jump out to refute each other on their respective issues.

Jeff Bennett crossed his hands. He wasn't angry, mainly because he didn't have the guts to throw a tantrum in front of Viktor. He wasn't Hoover; he didn't have that much power.

"Of course, we know. But there's another point. Clinton completely distrusted the CIA. The National Security Operations Bureau he established wasn't affiliated with any department and reported only to the president. They were also responsible for… investigating various problems of the CIA and FBI. Angel said that Clinton had cursed the CIA more than once, calling them sons of bitches, and planned to use the National Security Operations Bureau to investigate Wall Street and the Federal Reserve…"

"The last person who was so brave was John Fitzgerald Kennedy."

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Viktor understood what he meant.

Clinton was planning to create a 'Jinyiwei'… (secret police)

You seize people's power and want money from wealthy families?

The last person who was so brave was Wang Mang…

Indeed, history is a circle.

If you do this, of course, they won't let you live. America belongs to the consortiums, and the CIA belongs to the consortiums. You don't have the support of the army; what can you rely on, the Constitution? Bullshit.

Quankaka and Takagi Masao both know that to seize power, you need brothers.

Why did Roosevelt say that his power was deeper than some dictators? Because he gained the love of the army.

His uncle and de facto father-in-law, Theodore Roosevelt, had served as the United States Assistant Secretary of the Navy and President of the United States. Therefore, the United States Navy was under the control of the Roosevelt family in terms of system and connections, and the United States Army was also under his control.

What about Clinton?

Before he became successful, he was just a rural boy. He can only be considered a political family, not a powerful clan. There is a big difference.

What power does he have?

Absolute power!

Since ancient times, a strong army makes the emperor. This saying still holds true in modern times.

"General, Clinton is definitely dead. They will quickly support someone to take his place. At the same time, the scandal of Donald's murder will not be exposed. The public will not know about this, and even the other members of the Rumsfeld family will not know the real cause of death," Jeff Bennett suddenly became excited, his eyes shining. "Perhaps, we can support someone from the Rumsfeld family at this time to compete with them."

They had always done this before, helping the other party increase their influence through public opinion and money. However, since the relationship between the United States and Mexico deteriorated rapidly, Donald still loved his country and was unwilling to get too close to Viktor, so some support was cut off.

Now it's good…

His life is gone.

"To be blunt, the people left behind by the Rumsfeld family don't have the wisdom of Mr. Donald. They are easier to control," Jeff Bennett said.

Casare felt his heart was about to jump out. So exciting!

They are plotting big things. I can't infiltrate your United States with armed forces, so I'll support my people to become president?

"Your father-in-law, Ulrich Rumsfeld, is just mediocre. He only cares about traveling the world and sowing seeds, and his son, Bramo, is too young. The only one left in the family is Donald's younger brother, Fitz Rumsfeld. He is currently a member of the Illinois State Assembly."

Casare couldn't help but say, "This position is too small. It will take at least several years for him to rise."

"Politics itself is a game of time. Living longer is also a victory, General. It's impossible to expect immediate results," Jeff Bennett said quickly.

Fatty Casa nodded slightly and looked at the General.

Everyone looked at Viktor.

At this time, he had a cigarette in his hand, sitting quietly. After sitting like this for about a minute, he sighed, "My grandpa in America is a good man. What's wrong with wanting to make the country great? He was killed by an idiot who doesn't understand anything!"

"I can't stand this!"

"I won't rest until I avenge this!"

Viktor threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it hard, "I want everyone to know how a person who worked for the country and the people was killed. The truth cannot be hidden."

Casare's mouth twitched slightly.

He doesn't understand things either. If this were in the East, someone would have raised their hand and shouted, "Following the boss."

The main reason is that the excuse Viktor found was too lame.

My girlfriend's grandpa is also my grandpa?

Regardless of the excuse, as long as it works.

Previously, when Zhu Di sent troops, he used the "Siege of Baideng," which was so long ago? Liu Bang had been reincarnated dozens of times, but he still found it, focusing on having a justified reason.

He is a righteous army!

"A broken America is very much in Mexico's interest."

Viktor narrowed his eyes, his tone very calm, "Now, it's time to talk to my fiancée about things. The family of the victim should know the situation, shouldn't they?"

Casare glanced at Jeff Bennett and Agustin Preucil. The eyes of several people met, and they nodded vigorously.

After staying with the boss for a long time, they increasingly felt that he…

Has no love at all, only exploitation.

Anyone who blocks his path can be killed by him.

He can be described in two words: "Tyrant!"

Viktor is also known as: One of the Five Tigers of Latin America.

The other five people are: Simon Bolivar, Che Guevara, Salvador Guillermo Allende Gossens, and Garcia Marquez.

It's normal to have six people among the five tigers.

How much love can a person who climbed up from the bottom have?

Becoming bigger and stronger and creating brilliance is the truth.

"Then should we give the plan a name?" Agustin Preucil asked.

Casare's eyes lit up: "Let's call it the Viktor Plan."