Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 561 - 350: Hydra’s Righteous Cause!_2
Who among the world's four major intelligence agencies hasn't done such inhumane acts?
You think they really know everything in the world.
Even Akita's nose in Japan isn't that sensitive.
M15, M16, National Security Bureau, Secret Intelligence Bureau, Air Force Intelligence Bureau, Naval Intelligence Bureau, and others were all staring at the Director, Tahar Boggs, their gazes bearing pressure.
It was almost like a coup.
Tahar Boggs's face twitched with a hint of dissatisfaction, his brows furrowed. He was a new director just transferred from the staff department, and the elite soldiers below still somewhat resisted his authority.
While he was deep in thought, a knock suddenly sounded at the door, "Director, Director!"
"Come in!"
A female staff member rushed in, "An organization has announced responsibility for this matter."
...
On Oxford Street in London.
This is one of the busiest commercial streets in the United Kingdom, on par with Paris' Avenue des Champs-Elysées, New York's Fifth Avenue, and Tokyo's Ginza.
It welcomes more than ten million visitors each year.
After the explosion, the street was taken over by the police, with mounted police seen everywhere.
But on the noon of April 3rd.
The large TV screen hanging in the middle of the street was playing a song, it suddenly went black, and subsequently, a man wearing a Balaklava hat appeared, dressed in a suit and sporting a red tie, he looked...out of place!
This change naturally captured the attention of all the pedestrians on the street, who stopped, looked up, and some even took pictures of the scene.
The police started to panic.
They were at a loss.
"Good afternoon, everyone, I'm glad to see you. Perhaps you're curious about me, thinking I'm performing some kind of art, but I'm sorry, I'm here to tell you something."
"My name is Arthur, I belong to the Hydra Justice Organization! We declare responsibility for the explosions and shootings that occurred in London!"
Wow!
The crowd stirred upon hearing this, looking around, and speaking anxiously with their companions.
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"We will also not cease our actions from here on!"
"Of course, please be assured, we do not target any civilians or righteous people, but those involved in drug trafficking, smuggling, organ trafficking, and human trafficking. So, when you hear we've assassinated someone, do not be surprised, that person might have been involved in evil deeds!"
"Turn off the TV! Turn off the TV!" the police commander said frantically.
"Next, we will assassinate…"
The man in the TV started to pull out a book, then showed one of the pages on camera, "Representative of Southern Mexico!"
"Stay tuned!"
"Hurry, pull the plug!" the police chief roared.
The police physically resolved the hacking issue by unplugging the TV.
But the civilians below had already heard everything, with many young people wearing looks of excitement and thrill.
Young folks...
Always think they're on the side of justice.
"I know where the representative of Southern Mexico lives, follow me," a local London lad stood on a traffic bollard, waving his hand and shouted, and people followed him.
A group of people ran towards a hotel.
Gradually, the crowd grew larger like a snowball.
Indeed, no matter where, people love a spectacle.
And what happened on Oxford Street was quickly broadcasted by the news media.
Many people had two questions.
Who the hell is Hydra!
Will the representative of Southern Mexico actually die?!
After the government was informed, they dispatched police and agents to provide close protection; they even evacuated the hotel.
There were a few minor conflicts; when mounted police were dispersing the crowd, they had a small clash with several youths who pulled them off their horses, but other officers subdued them.
"It's not working, move to the Intelligence Bureau's safe house!" the Royal Family felt this wasn't safe enough, the hotel was still too crowded; if anything else happened, it'd be a real scrape.
They would lose all face.
They directly ordered the police department to move to a safe house.
The British Royals, while lacking in power, still possess significant influence; despite not having much authority, the government still couldn't disregard the Royal Family.
They agreed to let the police take the representative of Southern Mexico away.
And, to avoid any incidents, they used an armored Mercedes-Benz, and even conducted a safety check to ensure the vehicle was without any issues.
Hundreds of police officers cleared the way, dispersing the crowd.
It was good that there was no live broadcast at that time; otherwise…
It would have become a blockbuster.
"Here they come, here they come," the onlookers shouted.
We then saw the delegation from Southern Mexico emerge, about twenty people, all looking grim.
The leader was a big drug trafficker, also the newly appointed Finance Minister of the Southern Government and the leader of the Medellin Cartel, Pablo Escobar's cousin, Pepe Lusa!
He was a significant figure indeed.
He had trafficked small appliances with his cousin and had even been a street thug, selling fruits on the roadside; the two were close since childhood.
This time, leading the delegation, he also hoped to garner some support, at least expand into the European market, as Victor's crackdown in the United States was too severe.
Business was tough, recently they had been on the verge of ruin.
It used to be they who made others jump off buildings!
Pepe Lusa, with a dark face, surrounded by his group, got into an armored Mercedes-Benz, watching the crowd outside showing him the middle finger, his expression even more sullen and irritable.
