Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 505 - 330: HYDRA!!! _2

After all, he was once just a priest, how could he know anything about war?

Arranging troops, directing in the heat of battle, he knows none of it, he even doesn’t dare to claim the advantage is with us, ugh, totally useless.

"Mr. Gustavo, what do you think?" Just as he was lost in thought, a robust voice interrupted his thoughts.

He shuddered, raised his head, his eyes slightly vacant as he looked at the Caucasian man opposite him and nodded frantically, "Okay, I trust you, General Olson."

Jeffrey Olson was also somewhat helpless.

He belonged to the U.S. Military staff, with the rank of Brigadier General. The U.S. Military wanted to support the Anti-Victor Alliance, and of course, they had to send some advisors. He was one of them, a graduate of the Virginia Military Institute and had participated in many overseas operations, including the raid in Panama.

Rich in experience!

That was one of the reasons he had been dispatched by the U.S. military authorities, but he wasn’t the chief commander. Above him was the Defense Minister, Admiral Carl Vorno, although, it was said that he was currently lying in the hospital, his life hanging in the balance.

"Then let’s proceed with this battle plan," Jeffrey Olson told the staff officer next to him, who nodded and hurried to issue the combat orders. He glanced at Gustavo next to him, his face again full of worry, as if... someone at home had died.

Oh, it seemed someone had actually died.

"Don’t worry, The Pentagon will provide you with the greatest support. The weapons aid is already on its way," Jeffrey Olson said reassuringly, thinking Gustavo worried about the Northern Army, "Victor’s soldiers are insufficient in number; that’s his weakness, you don’t need to worry. When the battle lines lengthen, that will be our time to counterattack."

"I believe you all, and I believe in the United States," Gustavo nodded vigorously and said with a forced smile, but he paused, "My wife will be safe in the United States, right?"

"Of course! With CIA protection, there certainly won’t be any problem," Jeffrey Olson said with a smile.

Gustavo felt a bit relieved, managing a strained smile.

Thud thud thud~

Rapid footsteps approached, and he saw his brother-in-law, who was also his confidant, rush in carrying a box, "Brother-in-law..."

Gustavo felt uneasy for some reason.

"What... what is this?"

His brother-in-law also looked grim, unsure how to begin, silently opened the box, and Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson of the Yanks glanced at it, his eyes widened, and he felt nauseated!

Inside lay ten fingers and two eyeballs!

Beside them was written: "No more son for you—Victor!"

"Ah!!!" Gustavo suddenly burst into tears; this was his only son, now gone...

Who says foreigners don’t value sons over daughters?

Look at that... crying harder than anyone!

He held the box with shaking hands, and his eyes immediately reddened. He fiercely turned his head and looked at Jeffrey Olson, grabbing him and pinning him down onto the table!

The military advisors and drug traffickers nearby were stunned.

"Hey! What are you doing! What do you think you are doing!" the American advisor shouted loudly, pointing at him, and Gustavo’s brother-in-law hurriedly pulled him back.

This is Dad, you can’t hit him!

Jeffrey Olson raised his hand signaling them not to come closer, looking straight into Gustavo’s eyes, "I... I’m very sorry."

"F***! What good are apologies! I should never have trusted you, the CIA can’t even protect their own directors who have died twice over, how can they protect anyone else?" he spat angrily.

"I hope you mind your language, Mr. Gustavo, you must understand what you’re trying to express right now. We will certainly investigate this matter, but if you continue with this impolite behavior, you know the consequences," spoke Jeffrey Olson, his face darkening.

Bullshit, who could stay calm being cursed like that in one’s face, mentioning the CIA directors being killed, wasn’t this a slap in the face?

Others quickly held Gustavo back, trying to calm him.

Jeffrey Olson took a deep breath, looked at Gustavo who was now slumped on the floor, his face grim, then walked out with the satellite phone on the table and dialed a number outside, beep beep beep, and after two rings someone picked up.

He suppressed his annoyance, "What’s going on?! Why was Gustavo’s son killed? Those fools at the CIA..."

"Stop complaining, Jeffrey, something happened..." the person on the phone directly interrupted him.

Jeffrey Olson raised his eyebrows.

"The Pentagon and CIA headquarters in Langley were bombed last night, three people were killed..."

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Were they robbed?

"Who did it?!"

"Not sure, the FBI and the CIA are investigating, if they can’t find out, they’ll blame it on Victor from Mexico, but most importantly, do you know who those three killed were? One was Raytheon’s Senior Vice President, one was the Pentagon’s deputy director, and one was a direct descendant of the Klang Family from the Texas Consortium, the current family head’s son!"

Jeffrey Olson’s mind suddenly flashed a term.

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Was it just bad luck, or they were targeted for killing?

Now there would be a good show to watch!

"Do you need anything else? I’m very busy right now, f***! God has definitely abandoned the United States, otherwise why would so many terrible things happen!"

Jeffrey Olson suddenly felt that his issues were not so important anymore, "No... nothing more."

"Then I’m hanging up!"

Listening to the dial tone in the receiver.

Jeffrey Olson held the phone, raised his head, he seemed to see a massive tornado rampaging unabated across the North American continent!