Chapter 353 I smoke, so it’s not too much to carry an ashtray with me, right?
One week after the London bombings.
The police arrested nearly 100 suspected persons, of course most of them were spreading false terrorist news.
There are also people who "borrowed" the name of Hydra to promote an attack on Buckingham Palace on the Internet.
The queen was so frightened that she ran back to the castle in the countryside overnight.
In order to prevent other representatives who came to the meeting from getting into trouble, the British arranged them all in the military camp of the SAS special service regiment.
It was like Jacqueline holding a skull—for the first time!
Eating and eating are strictly scrutinized, and even defecating must be accompanied by someone.
Finally...
"I can't stand it anymore!!" Crown Prince Felipe, the representative of the Spanish royal family, shouted loudly and kicked the TV in front of him angrily, "What am I doing? ? Prisoner? ”
The attendant beside him quickly comforted him and signaled him not to get excited.
“What’s the use of such a big country if it can’t even catch a terrorist organization? You said, what bullshit CIA 6, the taxpayers are just a bunch of waste!!”
This scared others and quickly covered his mouth.
"Your Highness, we are on other people's territory, don't say such rude words."
If Daiying can't deal with Hydra, why can't he deal with you, the heir to a third-rate country? ?
Felipe pushed them away and sat on the sofa sulking.
When several Spaniards saw it, they all shook their heads helplessly.
Felipe still looks like a child.
Just when the atmosphere was a little awkward, there was a knock on the door, and a staff member in a suit walked in. He was startled when he saw the coffee table that had been kicked over on the ground, and then pretended not to see it. , "Sir, Prince Michael is here to receive you in the conference room."
Felipe dislikes the word "visit" very much.
We are all members of the royal family. How come you, the British, are more noble than I, the Spanish? We are still all relatives.
Taking a deep breath, he stood up and said, "Lead the way."
Follow the staff to the conference room.
It was already full of people.
There are all whites, blacks, and yellows, and everyone frowns, and some dissatisfaction is piling up.
Don't say...
Just fucking hold a meeting in this conference room.
It would be better to go to a lecture theater. At least it has air conditioning.
When the British bearded Prince Michael saw him, he came over with a smile and patted his shoulder in a gentle tone, "Felipe, how are you resting..."
Look!
What a presumptuous question to ask.
Felipe was eccentric, "There is only safety in the SAS camp."
Comfortable?
For the crown prince who has been pampered since childhood, the accommodation conditions here are simply garbage!
For meat eaters, being in a military camp is a bad idea.
Look at General Beiguo. He is wearing khaki workers' clothes and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. But according to his Japanese chef, he later revealed that he secretly has a "happy group". The words "like" and "happy" when reversed mean the same thing. It’s different.
Dad Felipe, the old king had to find prostitutes when he visited abroad.
Prince Michael's expression froze, slightly embarrassed, and he had no interest in chatting with him privately, so he was guided to his seat.
Felipe looked around and saw that the Danish royal family and the Dutch royal family had slightly better expressions. It would be a shame to sit with people who had never heard of them.
Being close to the people is a personality, but not a life.
The so-called royal style is still in my mind.
Prince Michael looked at his watch and when he saw that the time was almost up, he clapped his hands and stood on the podium, "Everyone, I am sorry that a series of problems have occurred recently, but please rest assured that the situation is under control. It’s within control!”
“We will definitely find the murderer and give justice to the victims!”
The people below applauded perfunctorily.
If talking alone is effective, then many people around the world will die. What is needed is counterattack and violent means to solve the problem!
But they didn't feel it at all.
If it weren't for internal strife, I would really stand up and fight him now.
Prince Michael looked at everyone's expressions, lowered his head and blushed a little. The pressure on his shoulders almost crushed him. He raised his head, forced a smile, and was about to speak.
I heard a phone ringing, and the cell phone on the table of the man sitting opposite rang. He looked at Prince Michael slightly apologetically, and the latter smiled understandingly.
That man is a representative of a rebel force active in South America. If Britain wants to stab Victor in the back, this group of people will be very useful.
The other party picked up the phone, pressed the answer button, and then heard Peng!
The communication device in my hand exploded! ! !
The shock wave shattered the windows, and half of the man holding it was blown away!
When the severed arm fell to the ground, you could still see the trembling veins inside!
The impact of this bomb was not light, covering almost the entire surrounding area, and the injured fell to the ground wailing.
Prince Michael stared with a blank look on his face, how...how could this happen!
Can mobile phone TMD explode? !
The soldiers who heard the noise outside rushed in hurriedly.
"Quick! Rescue the wounded quickly!" Prince Michael shouted sharply, his voice even breaking.
Can this scene happen in the SAS military camp? !
Ding Ling Ling~Ding Ling Ling~
Just when he screamed, the phones that fell on the ground all rang at this moment.
His face turned pale!
I just wanted to run away...
Peng! ! !
A stream of gas rushed out from the conference room, and the lights in the corridor outside were shattered.
“Help!”
A figure covered in blood crawled out of the house, his hands trembling and roaring loudly. He raised his head and looked at the soldiers running over in the distance. Weird, fainted.
Residents near the military camp saw many ambulances and many cars carrying government photos rushing towards them, and they immediately felt that something big had happened.
"Hey, London Times? Something happened, I heard an explosion here, and an ambulance, yes! Yes! In the military camp, 200 pounds? Damn you!" A fat boy The resident was excitedly talking on the phone. When he heard the other party’s quotation, he was so angry that he was ready to hang up the phone.
"Wait, 500 pounds, that's the most. You also know that first-hand information is valuable."
"Okay, come here quickly, the address is at XXXXX..." He was just about to report his address. There was a busy signal on the phone.
He was stunned and pressed the phone hard to restart, but it was no big deal.
Fat Boy is also a knowledgeable person, and he can tell at a glance that this is a blocked signal.
He participated in the national miners' strike during the Iron Lady period in 1984. At that time... once the signal was turned off, many reporters were unable to broadcast live.
Tsk, tsk, tsk...
The fight was miserable.
But he is not a waste. When he finds a problem, he solves it. He turns out the camera himself, stands on the balcony and takes a few photos facing inside, and then sells them to reporters.
His intuition told him that something big had happened.
It is impossible to hide the news of the explosion at the SAS military camp.
British journalists are notoriously badass, and no one can hide what they want to know.
There is a motto: We see deeper than the CIA!
Under such in-depth digging, the next day a news report titled "Military Camp Explosion, 10 Dead and 7 Injured!" "The press release came out,
"According to insiders, an explosion occurred in the SAS military camp, and more than a dozen people who were meeting inside were affected, and 10 people died. The specific list is unknown, but they include the British royal family and the Danish royal family. , representatives of the Dutch royal family and the Spanish royal family..."
It was extremely exciting for a while!
Many people speculated that Hydra was responsible.
But at this moment, 11 terrorist organizations announced that they were responsible for this incident!
This also includes the "Al Qaeda Organization" formed by a Saudi man in 1988 to resist the Soviet Union!
Because they were in urgent need of fresh blood to join, they found...
They rush to admit many things that others dare not admit.
Lots of tricks.
The angry Hydra stood up and published a short essay, which means that it was them who did it, and their target was to target drug dealers and those who sell and control drugs.
“We also warn those terrorist organizations, please do not traffic drugs, do not traffic people, and do not think about dragging children away from their hometowns. We are watching you, remember, remember! Hydra is asking you Hello, good morning, good afternoon, and good night!”
Hey, that’s quite polite.
But the terrorist organizations did not take this threat to heart at all.
What kind of terror does not involve illegal and criminal activities?
Drug trafficking is all trivial!
If an organization wants to grow, it must do some unethical things.
However, because of this "warning", Hydra set off a "young storm" called "Justice War" in Europe.
Many young people have begun to advocate the "Hydra Theory".
That is: "Justice is not absolute, it is absolutely unjust. All means serve justice. Any bad guy does not need to be tried and will be executed directly!"
This is very popular. Someone even made a website for them online.
That is to say, it is not convenient to recruit people from outside now, otherwise... I will guarantee to recruit a few troops for you.
It seems that there are still many people who pursue justice.
Violence?
Look, you will not be happy if I use your methods to deal with you.
Sure enough, both Europe and the United States have NMD double-labeled dogs!
……
April 15th.
Under the trend of increasingly tense international situation.
What’s the matter with Victor?
He should still eat and drink instead.
Today he will receive a delegation from the United Nations here. A dinner has been prepared in the Governor's Mansion and some goodies have been prepared.
But there are always people who like to cause trouble at this time.
A phone call came from Goebbels, the Minister of Propaganda who was responsible for welcoming him.
"General, those representatives have to go to the slums first."
Victor's eyes narrowed immediately, "I'll come right over."
"MD, come and find trouble. ”
“Joseph, prepare the car”
Joseph Xiafei, the captain of the guard outside, responded quickly.
When Emperor Wei stood up and walked out, he paused and put the ashtray into his pocket.
The Tijuana slums at this time.
More than twenty vehicles were parked on the main road, and many people of different skin colors got out from below. The bodyguards stood beside them and watched warily.
Goebbels was accompanied by an American, Field Whitney, the American human rights spokesman and the United Nations Human Rights Director, a middle-aged handsome guy who looked very handsome.
He stood at the entrance of the slum, looked around, sniffed the air, and frowned, "This living environment is very poor. People here can easily breed bacteria. You should do better."
Ge Peer's expression was indifferent, but the Mexican next to him was a little indignant.
"This environment has been much better!"
"Not enough." Field Whitney shook his head.
“What about America’s ghettos?”
"There are no ghettos in America, sir."
"Fuck you!"
Field Whitney's face darkened, "Do all Mexicans treat people like this?"
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"Shut up!" Goebbels yelled at the colleague who spoke to retort, and looked at the other person, "Sorry, Mr. Field."
"It doesn't matter, after all, the educational level in Mexico is still very low. , let’s go up and have a look.”
After he finished speaking, he took the lead to go up.
“Minister!” a Mexican government official shouted dissatisfied.
"Why are you panicking? The general is here."
Hearing Victor's arrival, everyone immediately closed their mouths.
“Follow me and see what Americans’ double standards are like.”
Field Whitney took the delegation up and saw that the ground was really clean and there were children washing clothes with the faucet.
The water is very clear.
This kind of livelihood project is a top priority. It is a bit impossible to demolish and rebuild slums now, but we can give them some help, such as water and electricity.
In the past, it was impossible to have long-term electricity supply in the slums, and the water was so turbid that it had to be pulled outside. Specialized water pullers were also created. In order to solve these problems, great efforts were really made.
Seeing so many people suddenly barging in, the little girl doing laundry was obviously startled and looked at them nervously.
"Children are not educated? This is not respect for human rights."
"Today is Saturday, a double holiday." Goebbels said.
Field was completely silent. His face was not red at all. He walked over and said in English, "Where are your parents? Children? Why are you washing clothes here? Are you a laborer?"
But how could the child understand it? He looked confused.
Field Whitney stood up and said to the human rights officer next to him, "It seems that this child has been abused and frightened. The security in Tijuana is not good."
The attendants wrote this down.
Goebbels frowned.
“If you write it down, I will smash your hand.”
A strong voice came. He turned his head and saw Victor walking over surrounded by bodyguards. , wearing sunglasses and holding a cigar in his hand.
Looks like a gangster? !
"General!"
The other Mexican escorts seemed to have seen the backbone, and they all bowed and shouted.
Field Whitney frowned, but quickly relaxed.
"Hello Mr. Victor..." He smiled and stretched out his hand.
Victor glanced at her and lit the ashes on her hand with a cigar. The other woman quickly retracted her hand because it was hot, "What are you doing!"
"What kind of person are you? Shake my hand and call Bush, who is lying in the hospital bed. Is he dead? Do you want to send a wreath?"
"We represent various organizations of the United Nations to evaluate you. You are so uncooperative..."
But before Field Whitney could finish speaking, he was greeted by Victor's backhand.
Used ashtray.
Ashtray? ! !
Goebbels and others were stunned. Why did he bring this thing along with him?
Victor directly punched a bloody hole in the opponent's forehead, "You said my water is unclean? Come, let him have a taste!"
Behind him, the guard chief Xiafei led The two bodyguards held down his head and dragged him under the faucet. They turned it on as high as possible and rushed to his face!
Other members of the delegation nearby were a little stunned.
“We are the United Nations…”
"I'm joining you! Do you have my signature? How dare you call it the United Nations or a human rights organization? I think you are just here to cause trouble."
"Don't fucking show me your double standards, I'll get angry. , I’ll kill you right away.”
Victor glared and pointed at the stenographer accompanying the delegation with a bloody ashtray, “Written, just say that Tijuana is better than New York, and New York is full of drug dealers. No one will take drugs.”
The female stenographer’s hands were shaking with fear and she burst into tears.
"General, the Americans are not moving!" the captain of the guard over there said.
The female stenographer here burst into tears when she heard the news.
“Wow~”
Don’t be afraid of Victor taking up the weapon of law.
I am afraid that he will put down the law and take up arms.
To put it bluntly, you really can’t attack him with dozens of people like you did in Iraq. North America is so big, you really can’t expand.
This is also the way of Victor.
You fight me, and I fight the United States.
Hit your neighbors when you are drunk!
Victor looked at them and asked, "Are there any gentlemen and ladies from Brazil and Venezuela?"
I saw a few hands in the delegation raised tremblingly.
He clapped his hands and smiled.
“Very good, you are my most precious guests~”
“Welcome to Mexico, Tijuana!”
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(End of Chapter)