Working as a police officer in Mexico

The people nearby jumped aside in terror and watched.

"Don't be nervous, we're the police." The burly leader showed his badge.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and then curiously watched the man being dragged into the cafe, something was definitely wrong.

The man struggled hard, but a burly guy punched him in the stomach so hard that last night's dinner almost came up, and pulled an ivory gun from his arms.

Very small, only about ten centimeters, just big enough to fit a pinky.

"Drag him in and give him a beating first," a small leader walking in from the door frowned and said.

"Falling into the hands of our Ministry of Internal Affairs, I'll treat you to a feast!"

Hearing the words Ministry of Internal Affairs, the would-be assassin's pupils noticeably shrank.

Thirteen Protectors!

Secret police?

Hearing their officer's anger, the subordinates dragged him to the cafe basement.

The beating was quite harsh, but none feared beating him to death.

Almost cost them their bonuses!

This guy getting close was already impressive, Mexico City started a crackdown two months ago, keeping a low profile and not making a scene, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs even brought out intelligence officers from the Military Academy, first-level alert, and the chubby guy cheering beside you might be an external member of the Thirteen Protectors.

Statistics show that throughout Mexico, there are about thirty thousand informants serving Mexico's three intelligence agencies, even in rural areas.

Victor didn't want to create intelligence terror.

But...

People's hearts are deceitful.

Victor even planned to open a background on the cell phones Hope Group prepared to sell for global surveillance.

There were still some technical issues, but they're being overcome, and there are enough points.

In just two months, they've captured over 200 extreme individuals wanting to cause trouble at the wedding.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs' "Imperial Prison" has what they can endure.

The wedding carriage parade lasts until three in the afternoon, and the real celebration starts at night.

The fireworks team from East University will set off fireworks, visible across the city.

But while some are happy, others are dissatisfied!

In Kingston Castle, Canada.

Hydra member Heinrich Louis Bodmer watched the broadcast on TV, chugging his drink, and angrily complaining to his subordinates, "Why didn't they invite me?"

"Don't I deserve credit?"

"Without me, would there be turmoil in Europe and America? Without me, would Mexico acquire so much intelligence? Without me, could everything unify so smoothly?"

Heinrich Louis Bodmer downed his drink in one go, angrily smashed it on the ground, "The General is unfair!"

Subordinates exchanged glances, not daring to speak.

"What do you mean?" Hydra's second-in-command Reinhard Tristan Eugen frowned and asked, his tone calm.

"What do I mean? I want answers! I want to call the General, why didn't they invite me, don't I deserve credit!!"

"You've had too much to drink."

"No, I haven't had too much! I'm loyal to the General, but why doesn't he recognize my achievements." Heinrich Louis Bodmer shouted, then collapsed, breathing heavily, but fell asleep.

Reinhard Tristan Eugen frowned deeply.

"His complaints are getting more frequent lately..." someone whispered, "If this continues, it'll implicate us."

The crowd said nothing, just looked at Hydra's second-in-command.

Reinhard Tristan Eugen took a deep breath, "He's lost his ideals and beliefs, arrogant and boastful everywhere, belittling colleagues, we need to control him before trouble arises."

"Tie him up, throw him in the basement, I'm going to report to the General to remove his Hydra position!"

"Agreed!" A subordinate friendly with Reinhard Tristan Eugen quickly replied.

Others exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

Clearly, the other party wasn't uniting with colleagues internally.

Click, click, click...

Reinhard's eyes flashed with surprise, "Lock him up."

"Yes!"

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