Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 562 - 350: Hydra’s Righteous Cause!_3
"Don't worry, Mr. Pepe Lusa, with M16 protection, your safety is very reliable," said the MI6 intelligence officer seated next to him with a smile.
"I hope so."
"Drive!"
After everyone had gotten into the vehicles, the mounted police led the way, and officers on the sides cleared the crowd as the convoy left the hotel.
"They're gone, they're gone, no more show to watch."
"Ah, I don't know why the government bothers protecting these people!"
Someone grumbled discontentedly to the person next to them.
"Let's go have a couple of drinks, and later we can watch the London derby…" An old man hadn't finished speaking to his companion when
Boom!!!!
The distant convoy suddenly exploded violently.
The armored Mercedes-Benz in which Mr. Pepe Lusa was seated seemed to take off from the ground?!
Damn!
So much for bulletproof, but that doesn't stop bombs!
Shattered to pieces, and they weren't the only ones; three other vehicles before and after also exploded, leaving the drug traffickers' representatives with no remains, and nearby policemen were caught in the blast too.
The mounted police at the front were showing off, but the blast had spooked the horses, which, panicking and neighing, quickly threw the riders off, trampling a hoof forcefully onto one of their rib cages.
A clear, crisp sound of breaking bones could be heard.
The mounted police screamed and then passed out.
"It exploded...exploded!"
The nearby onlookers hadn't completely dispersed yet, and their pupils shrank at the horrific sight of the explosion, subconsciously stepping back.
Goosebumps crawled on their scalp.
The death list was now effective!
Pepe Lusa's delegation from Southern Mexico was annihilated!
Cries and shouts filled the air, and the on-watching police arrived quickly for support. Looking at what was left of Pepe Lusa... turned to ash on the ground, MI6's Dario Olivas was grinding his teeth.
"Hydra!"
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Meanwhile, in a high-rise rotating restaurant not far from the explosion,
Hydra's second in command, Reinhard Tristan Eugen, wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin and stretched out his hand, "Waiter, the bill, please!"
His gaze glanced at the distant explosion, a fleeting smile in his eyes.
The core maxim within Hydra: Loyalty to the leader!
Since there were those who wanted to oppose them, time to send this bunch of drug traffickers to their deaths.
Death is the Emperor's greatest mercy to his enemies.
"Amen." Reinhard Tristan Eugen crossed himself, "Praise Victor."
...
"Praise Victor!"
Morelia. Slums.
The Little Boy received a meal from Captain Paul Emile's hand and genuinely expressed his gratitude.
Ever since the captain had helped uncover Mossad, he had kept bringing food, a kind of thank you, perhaps.
Watching the boy eating heartily in front of him, Paul Emile fell silent for a moment, "Is it good?"
"Yes!" The other party didn't lift his head, just nodding vigorously.
"I may have to leave Morelia."
The Little Boy paused, then started eating again, "Hmm."
"Do you want to find a place where you can always have a full meal?" Paul Emile asked.
The Little Boy suddenly looked up, wary, "I don't want to be someone's son; I have only one set of parents!"
That comment confused the captain, but he immediately chuckled and shook his head, "I could recommend you for the Military Academy, but if you join the army, you will have to be forever loyal to Victor, loyal to the leader."
"Is there corn seafood soup?"
"Of course."
The Little Boy stood up abruptly, imitated the military salute, and shouted, "Loyalty!!"
Paul Emile laughed and patted the boy's head, "I hope your choice won't be wrong."
He didn't know whether leading the boy into the army was right or wrong.
"I still don't know your name, what is it? Kid."
"George..."
The boy paused, lifted his head, and those deep eyes looked at Paul Emile.
"George Catlett Marshall!"
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