Working as a police officer in Mexico

Stir up public opinion!

Everyone is outraged!

No choice but to send troops!

Isn't that how it always works?

He gritted his teeth, just about to take the responsibility upon himself when Victor spoke first, "Find a symbolic place to blow up, blame it on Colombian drug traffickers."

Casare breathed a sigh of relief; fortunately, the boss was willing to take the lead. If this got exposed, it would be a nightmare.

The methods are too dirty!

Just like when the Twin Towers were bombed, saying it was the CIA is absurd. It's possible the CIA knew and caught the evidence, only to say...

Let it happen.

Of course, this is just speculation. Who knows the specifics?

The military folks were a beat slower on this, exchanging blank stares.

Casare couldn't help but reflect; muscle-brained brutes should really steer clear of politics, it's too filthy.

Cuauhtémoc spoke up, "This needs to be done as soon as possible, while the representatives from Europe and America are still here, let them see it too."

"My personal suggestion is the location needs to be sensitive, ideally..."

Cuauhtémoc paused, "It should have a large number of casualties."

Kennedy lowered his head, sighed softly, closed his eyes, and seemed a bit reluctant.

"Then choose Grand Commercial Plaza!" Casare said.

It's one of the largest malls in Mexico City, with a daily footfall exceeding 17,000 people.

Victor's face also twitched slightly, sometimes he couldn't help but doubt himself.

Am I...

Becoming less and less human?

This self-directed farce, what's the difference from those American bastards?!

"Just do it as you suggested."

Victor nodded, he didn't back down, nor did he ask them to make the explosive yield smaller.

After discussing for a few minutes, they each left.

As Casare was leaving, he turned his head and saw the boss still sitting on the sofa, leaning back while smoking.

He slowly closed the door.

Didn't see the slowly forming sinister smile at the corner of Victor's mouth.

A single glance sent chills down one's spine.

...

November 17, 9 AM.

Basement level one of Grand Commercial Plaza.

The yawning security guard clocked in as usual, having stayed up all night, and could finally go home to sleep after clocking out.

People kept driving in, after all, it was rush hour.

The security guard shook his head, as he walked to a corner, at that moment, a voice came through the walkie-talkie from his colleague in the monitoring room, saying a camera was suddenly down and he was to check it out.

The security guard grumbled begrudgingly but went anyway; he cherished this job!

Humming an unnamed tune, he walked to the designated place, looked up at the camera, pressed the walkie-talkie, "No obstructions, it must be broken, send someone over for repairs."

The "Mexico City Safety Law" stipulates that if cameras or other safety equipment fail, they should be promptly repaired. In the event of a major issue, failure to provide video evidence would lead to severe punishment.

The colleague in the monitoring room acknowledged.

As the guard was about to head back, his eyes suddenly caught sight of a large black bag in the corner.

Looked like a garbage bag.

Are the cleaning personnel really this careless?

Confused, the guard walked over, used his baton to poke it, feeling it was quite solid.

He pulled it open with his hand.

His pupils instantly contracted sharply!

"Quickly..."

He turned around and shouted, but didn't finish before a huge explosion sounded behind him!

Boom!!!

The entire building shook...

Cars on the road outside set off alarms, every pedestrian was horrified at the scene unfolding, that deep-seated fear of drug traffickers surged up all at once.

Screaming, panic, and crying echoed to the sky.

Meanwhile, in the National Palace.

Victor was eating with Belsaria when the massive explosion was heard, causing him to pause.

"Boss!"

Casare ran in frantically, "Grand Commercial Plaza has been attacked, with heavy casualties!"

Victor's cutlery clattered to the floor.

Belsaria covered her mouth in disbelief.

...