Chapter 351 Hydra’s Just Cause!
The people who died in the London explosion were too...sensitive.
It also caused a series of chain reactions.
The leader of the Camorra, Francesco Petrarch, nicknamed "The Tiger", died. Good guy, there were more than 230 shootings in Naples in one night!
The number of casualties ran into hundreds.
Mainly because some criminal groups saw that they had no boss and took advantage of the situation to rob and fight with each other.
The most appalling thing is.
In a Serie A match the next day.
Naples lost to Juventus, and the team's top player Maradona was fouled and injured and left the field, which made the football hooligans in the stadium very unhappy.
Italian football hooligans are notoriously lawless!
Many of them are members of the Camorra and other criminal groups.
A group of people started chasing the Juventus players and fans and beating them from inside the stadium to outside the stadium. The police came and beat them too!
The whole of Naples fell into a "crazy" "carnival."
The Italian troops began to station in Naples!
The chaos in Camorra caused nationwide alarm in Italy.
The Minister of Security even gave some kind words on TV, hoping that all parties would exercise restraint and avoid innocent harm.
Sometimes for some countries with weaker control capabilities, gangsters also mean the most basic "ruling class."
That is, TMD is just trying to make money.
If you were in the Soviet Union...
Especially in the era of loving fathers, if your gangsters were to do this, then Siberian potatoes would have been improved.
And Haiti...
There is another coup!
Raoul Cedras' adjutant took over his "elite troops" of 240 people, stormed into the mansion, and declared himself king!
Cough cough cough...
I still passed the TV station.
The three elements of rebellion, the military camp, the radio station, and the official residence, are all in my hands. If I don't become the king, who will become the king?
This is like the jade seal passed down from ancient times. If I don’t have it in my hand, I will be a good citizen. But if I have it in my hand, it will be very difficult for me.
The first thing the adjutant did after taking over was not to avenge the boss Raoul Cedras, but to send troops to surround the drug raw material plantation, which was his own... small treasury.
As for the Japanese side...
The quiet group, maybe they are embarrassed to say that a senior Yakuza executive was killed, so they can only pretend to be grandsons.
Anyway, they are experts at pretending to be dogs and bastards when they are grandchildren.
On the contrary, three hours after the explosion, the Governor-General of Northern Mexico issued a stern statement.
“We severely condemn this kind of behavior with complete disregard for the life and death of civilians. The whole of Mexico is deeply dissatisfied with this drug-trafficker-style criminal behavior. We will also cooperate with the world to oppose drug-trafficker-style terrorist organizations!”
"The Mexican intelligence agency will also actively search for clues and provide help to the United Kingdom!"
This was the first to make a statement.
At the Government Communications Headquarters (GCHQ) in Chelternham, this is the premises of the British Intelligence Agency, formerly the "infamous" "No. 40" room.
The deep conference room on the top floor.
Director Tahar Boggs, nicknamed "C", sat next to him with gloomy eyes. This nickname is actually hereditary.
The origin of this letter is because the first chief, Manisferre Kerming, signed his name with a 'C'; since then all chiefs have been called 'C'.
Sitting below him are the heads of various places.
"Mexicans are trying their best to distance themselves!" Dario Olivares of CIA 6 said solemnly. This guy... looks like a very gentleman, just like James in 007 Bond.
But the one with a bad mouth is like James James Bond!
Director Tahar Boggs asked him where the evidence was.
He said directly, "Mexicans are like a cancer in the world, and Victor is even more of a bastard. Look at who they are who died, drug dealers, gangsters, warlords, but they all have a unified Identity, drug lord..."
The talkers from the five places next to him glanced at him.
Do you want to take a look at what you are talking about? If you cite a case, TMD makes us become villains.
Director Dario Olivares may also know that what he said is wrong. He was silent for a moment and punched the table, "Anyway, I think it was Victor who did it!"
“He is not a good person!”
This kind of dissatisfaction with racial discrimination all comes from the failure of CIA6 in Mexico. Many people have been silenced, which makes Their decades of work in North America were in vain.
How comfortable do you think Dario Olivarez is watching Victor?
After World War II, Churchill knew the "danger" of the United States to the world. They said they were allies, but in fact they started to fight against each other from the beginning. After all, everyone wants to be the big brother.
In Mexico, a place close to the United States, Victor found the intelligence agencies of 13 countries!
With English, French, German, Austrian, Turkish and more.
They are all standing here peeping at America.
Who knew that as soon as Victor came on stage, he would sweep you away.
In part, Americans have Victor to thank.
"If the murderer is not found, it will hit us hard. No matter from the influence of the people or the pressure from the royal family, we will have to suffer. Therefore, I think the culprit can be Victor." There are others. The intelligence chief of the department suddenly spoke and looked at the director, "We just need a murderer, don't we?"
Seeing a "comrade", Dario Olivare of CIA 6 Si looked at the director happily and expectantly.
“You don’t want to become a joke to your foreign colleagues!”
This kind of thing happens all the time anyway.
Among the world's four major intelligence agencies, who has never done such a heartless thing?
Do you think they really know everything about the world?
The Japanese Akita’s nose is not that sensitive.
The heads of M15, M16, the National Security Agency, the Secret Intelligence Service, the Air Force Intelligence Agency, and the Naval Intelligence Agency all looked at Director Tahar Boggs with oppression in their eyes.
It’s like trying to force a woman to have a baby.
Tahar Boggs's face twitched, his expression was somewhat dissatisfied, and he frowned. He was the new director who had just been transferred from the staff department, and the elite soldiers below were still somewhat disobedient.
Just as he was pondering for a moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, "Director, Director!"
"Come in!"
A female staff member ran in , "Some... organizations have announced responsibility for this incident."
......
On Oxford Street in London.
This is one of the most prosperous commercial streets in the UK, as famous as the Champs Elysées in Paris, Fifth Avenue in New York, and Ginza in Tokyo, Japan.
It can receive approximately more than 10 million tourists every year.
After the bombing, this street was taken over by the police, and mounted police could be seen everywhere.
But at noon on April 3rd.
The large TV screen hanging in the middle of the street was playing a song, but suddenly the screen went black, and then a man in a balaclava appeared, wearing a suit and red tie, looking... nondescript!
This change naturally attracted the attention of all pedestrians on the street. Everyone stopped and looked up, and some even held up cameras to take pictures of the scene.
The police were a little panicked.
At a loss.
“Good afternoon everyone, I’m glad to meet you. Maybe you are more curious about me and think I am doing performance art, but I am sorry, I am here to tell you something.”
"My name is Arthur, and I belong to the Hydra justice organization! We claim responsibility for the explosions and shootings in London!"
Wow!
The people below were in an uproar when they heard this. They looked around and followed the companions next to them who spoke anxiously.
“We will not stop our next actions!”
“Of course, please rest assured that we are not targeting any civilians or just people, we are mainly targeting those engaged in drug trafficking, smuggling, and organ trafficking. and human trafficking, so please don’t be surprised when you find out who we assassinated again, that person may be doing evil things!”
"Turn off the TV! Turn off the TV!" the police commander at the scene said in a panic.
"Next, we are going to assassinate..."
The person on the TV took out a book as he spoke, and then showed one page on the camera, "Representative of Southern Mexico!"
“Stay tuned!”
“Unplug the power!” the police chief roared.
The police officers unplugged the TV directly, physically solving the problem of hacking.
But the civilians below had already heard this scene, and many young people had surprise and excitement on their faces. Young people...
Always feel that they are righteous.
“I know where the representative of southern Mexico lives, come with me.” A local London boy stood on a isolation stone pier and waved his hands and shouted, and the people next to him followed him.
A group of people ran towards a hotel.
Slowly, the crowd grew bigger and bigger like a snowball.
Sure enough, no matter where you are, there are many people watching the excitement.
What happened on Oxford Street was immediately spread through the news media.
Many people have two questions.
Who is Hydra?
Will the representative from southern Mexico die? !
When the government found out, it sent police and agents to provide close protection, and even emptied the hotel.
There were also some minor conflicts. When a mounted policeman dispersed the crowd, he clashed with several young people and was pulled off their horses, but they were held down by other policemen.
"No, move to the safe house of the Intelligence Bureau!" The royal family felt that this was not possible. The hotel was still crowded and crowded. If something happened again, they would really be pressed to the ground and rubbed.
No need to lose face.
They directly ordered the police department to move to a safe house.
Although the British royal family has little power, it has great influence. Although it does not have the right to speak, the government will not fail to give the royal family a face.
We agreed to let the police take away the southern Mexican delegation.
In order to avoid accidents, bulletproof armed vehicles were also used, and they also underwent safety inspections to confirm that there were no problems with the vehicles.
Hundreds of police officers cleared the way and dispersed the crowd.
There is no live broadcast at this time, otherwise...
I guarantee that I will become the head anchor.
"Come out, come out." The onlookers shouted.
I saw a delegation from southern Mexico coming out, about twenty people in total, with gloomy faces.
The leader is a major drug lord, the finance minister of the newly established southern government, and the cousin of Pablo Escobar, the leader of the Medellin Group, Pepeluza!
This is a big shot.
He followed his cousin into smuggling small household appliances, working as a street gangster, and even sold fruit on the side of the road. The two had a good relationship since childhood.
This time he led the delegation, and he also wanted to get support from some aspects, at least to expand the European market. From the United States... Victor cracked down too hard.
Business is not doing well, so I have to jump off the building recently.
They used to make people jump off buildings!
With a dark face, Pepelusa got into a Mercedes-Benz bulletproof car surrounded by a group of people. He looked at the group of people outside raising their middle fingers at him. His face was gloomy, and he was even more irritable now that he was unsmiling.
"Don't worry, Mr. Pepelusa, with M16 protection, your safety is very reliable." A CIA6 intelligence officer sitting next to him said with a smile.
“I hope so.”
“Drive!”
After everyone got on the bus, the mounted police opened the way, and the police nearby drove away the crowd, and the motorcade left the hotel.
“Let’s go, let’s go, there’s no good show to watch.”
“Hey~ I don’t know why the government is protecting these people!”
Some people looked dissatisfied. The people around him muttered.
"Let's go, let's go have a drink and watch the London Derby later..." An old man had not finished speaking to his companion.
boom! ! ! !
The convoy driving away suddenly had a violent explosion.
I saw the Mercedes-Benz bulletproof car in the middle that Mr. Pepelusa was sitting in taking off from the spot? !
MD!
It is said to be bulletproof, but it is not bombproof!
It was directly blown to pieces. This was not the only one. Three more cars exploded before and after them. The bodies of the drug dealer representatives inside were wiped out, and the policemen nearby were also affected.
The mounted policeman in front was still acting cool at first, but the horse was frightened by the explosion, and ran in panic, neighing, and instantly threw the mounted policeman off. His hind hooves hit hard Stomping on the opponent's ribs.
You can hear the crisp sound of bones breaking.
The mounted policeman screamed and fainted.
"Exploded...exploded!"
The crowd watching the excitement not far away had not yet completely astigmatized, their pupils shrank, and they all subconsciously took a step back when they saw the miserable appearance of the explosion.
My scalp is numb.
The death list is in effect!
The southern Mexican delegation, headed by Pepeluza, was destroyed!
There were cries and shouts everywhere. The police support who had been watching came very quickly. Looking at Pepelusa who was blown to ashes on the ground, Dario from CIA 6... Olivarez gritted his teeth.
"Hydra!"
There is a high-rise revolving restaurant not far from the explosion site.
Hydra deputy Reinhard Tristan Eugen wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, stretched out his hand, "Waiter, pay the bill!"
Looked into the distance Explosively, there was a flash of smile in his eyes.
Their core motto within Hydra: Loyal to the leader!
Since someone wants to go against them, let these drug dealers die.
Death is the emperor's greatest tolerance for his enemies.
“Amen.” Reinhard Tristan Eugen crossed himself, “Praise to Victor.”
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“Praise to Victor ! ”
Morelia. Slums.
After getting a piece of food from Captain Paul Emil, the little boy expressed his sincere gratitude.
Since the other party helped discover Mossad last time, the captain has been bringing him food, which can be regarded as a kind of gratitude.
Looking at the little boy eating in front of him, Paul Emil was silent for a moment, "Is it delicious?"
"Yeah!" The other person nodded vigorously without even raising his head.
"Maybe I have to leave Morelia."
The little boy was startled, but started eating again, "Yeah."
"Do you want to find a place to have a full meal? Eat?" Paul Emil asked.
The other party immediately raised his head and looked at him warily, "I don't treat others as their son, I only have one parent!"
This statement confused the captain, but then He smiled and shook his head, "I can recommend you to go to the military academy, but if you join the army, you must always be loyal to Victor and the leader."
"Is there corn seafood soup?"
"Of course."
The little boy immediately stood up, imitated the military ethics and saluted, and shouted, "Loyalty!!"
Paul Emil smiled and touched his head, "I hope your choice is not wrong."
He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to introduce the other party into the army.
"I still don't know your name. What's your name? Child."
"George..."
The boy paused, raised his head, and looked at Paul with his deep eyes. ·Emir.
"George Catlett Marshall!"
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(End of this chapter)