Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1046 - 537: Wish for a World Without Poisons! Poisonous? Then It’s Not Completely Eradicated!
Chapter 1046: Chapter 537: Wish for a World Without Poisons! Poisonous? Then It’s Not Completely Eradicated!
When Mossad Director David Barnea got out of the car, he stumbled and fell to the ground, and an agent nearby hurried over to help him up.
But he pushed them away, eyes red, and walked through the police line. The officers outside didn’t dare look at him.
He entered the living room.
There, he saw the bodies of his wife and children, already cleared out. Instantly, he couldn’t control himself, fell to his knees, and started to cry sorrowfully, tears and saliva mixing together, appearing...
Almost laughable to some.
This Mossad demon finally felt the pain of losing family.
No one dared to come forward to comfort him, only lowering their heads and sighing.
David Barnea wiped away his tears, stood up trembling, "Where is that bastard’s body!"
He was, of course, referring to Claude Durant.
He had never considered, in the rank-giving Israel, that the lackey who had been with him for ten years was still just a Captain!
Moreover, he didn’t even have any significant positions.
If you want the old bull to work but won’t feed it, then the old bull can only teach you what the wrath of a bull looks like.
Thump, thump, thump~
A man jogged in through the door, looking at David Barnea, appearing hesitant.
"Speak!"
"Director, we found records of Claude Durant’s calls, contacting the same number seven times. We traced the number to a public phone booth."
"We retrieved the street surveillance..."
"The opponent has strong counter-surveillance capabilities."
Before David Barnea could get angry, a Deputy Director of Mossad entered with a flushed face, "Director, Mexico has admitted that they were behind this."
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Every Mossad agent present frowned deeply; how could Claude Durant, who had served for ten years at the agency and was a true "Old Yellow Banner" of Israel, have been bought off?
David Barnea trembled all over.
"Victor!!"
He swore, he would avenge himself!
...
At the Ministry of Internal Affairs’ press conference, the background wall behind the spokesperson displayed dozens of photos, four of which had already turned grey.
When he announced to reporters the beheading of Mossad Director David Barnea’s relatives, no one could believe it.
It was too fast.
Not even a day had passed.
"Can you share the specific details?" A reporter raised a hand to ask.
"Mossad behaves lawlessly, conducting terrorist activities on a global scale, but we cannot deny that Mossad also has people of justice who cannot work alongside drug traffickers and terrorist organizations, so they changed course, willing to sacrifice their lives for their conscience."
To put it simply: There’s a mole!
"Doesn’t Mexico consider this dragnet retaliation method too domineering and inhumane? They were innocent people."
The spokesperson glanced at the speech manuscript in front of him, seeing the response written by colleagues above, he was taken aback, "If Mr. David Barnea is willing to accept, we can apologize, also, if there are objections, please have the parties consult with the Mexico City Department of External Affairs, thank you."
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Shameless spokesmen are not unheard of, but this is the first time seeing such shamelessness. You want them to come to find you?
Why don’t you go find Mossad instead?
"Next question."
A Cuban reporter stood up, "Can you further elaborate on Mexico’s upcoming military actions?"
"That requires consulting the Department of Defense, thank you."
"Next question."
...
With Victor’s command, Mexico entered a state of war; the munitions factories expedited the production of military products, and in addition, contacted their "potential" partners in the Middle East.
On the night of November 22, 1992, a C130 Hercules secretly landed at Mexico City Air Force Base, and four people got off the plane, being picked up by two cars and taken to the National Palace.
Victor, along with Casare, Defense Minister Kennedy, and others, personally awaited them downstairs.
When a young man stepped out of the car, he extended his hand with a smile, "Welcome, Basile."
The man was full of beards, looking very vigorous.
Anyone aware of the situation in Syria would know his identity.
The eldest son of the "Middle East Lion"!
During Victor’s wedding, Syria had sent a delegation, but they were inconspicuous, but once the "Grand Commercial Plaza bombing incident" was over, Casare approached them, hoping to collaborate on the Middle East issue.
Upon hearing this, they became delighted and immediately dispatched Basile over.
"Thank you, my father has spoken of your achievements in front of his children more than once, Mr. Leader, saying you are the only real warrior in Latin America, never yielding to others."
Though aware it was merely flattery to bolster the relationship, it still felt pleasant to hear.
After introducing him to the others around him, the group went upstairs, and Basile curiously observed the patrolling soldiers around, especially interested in their weapons and even the RC aircraft flying overhead.
"That’s our new product, a remote-controlled drone that can transmit the surrounding environment to the operator in real-time through the camera." Defense Minister Kennedy, seeing his curiosity, proactively explained beside him.
Indeed, such novel gadgets caught Basile’s keen interest.
Initially, when it was developed, military figures including Kennedy thought it would be of little use, wondering what a toy plane could do?
But after the "American National Park bombing" where a great number of nobles were killed, they realized that if the endurance problem could be solved, this gadget could be a great killer!
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