Working as a police officer in Mexico

Crash!

The sky suddenly poured down rain, and in the mist, the end of the road was unseen.

Inside the bulletproof, specially modified Hummer stretch off-road vehicle, the Special Service driver dared not make a sound, his head too afraid to move, with only the wipers making a swish-swish sound.

Victor gazed out the window, while beside him, Casare, Defense Minister Kennedy, and Ministry of Internal Affairs Intelligence Bureau's George Smiley held their breaths, not daring to exhale too loudly.

"Who did it."

The hoarse voice came from Victor's throat, tinged with a bit of calm.

Casare's brow twitched wildly, bitterly, "Don't know."

Silence, the air went quiet again.

It was really too coincidental!

Actually, they had originally planned to "use means" to frame Medellin.

But minutes before the mission, Victor called Casare and directly asked him, "What's the difference between a political creature and a politician."

Casare couldn't answer.

And Victor then let out a light sigh on the other end, "Perhaps from a certain perspective, my thoughts are right, but…"

"I'm afraid that after my death, I wouldn't know how to face my sacrificed comrades."

Let them know that in order to fight the drug traffickers, they bombed their own people?

He couldn't stoop to the shamelessness of the Americans!

He still couldn't get over this mental hurdle; do you need some damn excuse to fight drug traffickers?

Just start directly!

He had fought his way up from the bottom, cutting through thorns, just so the people could have a better life, right?

Since that's the case, why would he harm his own people?

Victor canceled the operation.

But who would have thought, the Grand Commercial Plaza still exploded.

Casare could only attribute it to… such coincidence.

"I'm asking about the intelligence agencies!" Victor suddenly turned his head to look at George Smiley, seeing his gaze, the latter shivered, scalp tingling, "N-no idea."

"Do the country and people support you just for you to say those three words?"

"Tell Jeff Bennett and Augustine Przybylski, if the three of you intelligence agencies can't give me an explanation within five hours, I'll send you to Sonora State to be jail guards!"

"Get out!"

The car came to a stop, George Smiley got out in a mess, the pouring rain drenched his body immediately.

The Thirteen Protectors subordinates following hurriedly got out to shield him with an umbrella.

He pushed them away.

"Call everyone with stars on their shoulders to the unit, if not here in twenty minutes, go be undercover agents."

George Smiley pushed them away and shouted, feeling very vexed.

In Mexico City!

Their home was bombed, and they, as an intelligence agency, always prided themselves as elites; didn't they feel ashamed!

Hearing George Smiley's words, the subordinates around tensed.

"Yes!!!"

At the explosion site, the perimeter of the Grand Commercial Center was already cordoned off, the building clearly tilted, and amid the rain, there was still a heavy smell of gunpowder.

The atmosphere of sadness was everywhere.

The rescue team was searching through the rubble for survivors…

The people in raincoats stood by watching the tragedy, tears in their eyes, and some went to help. Shouts, screams, inquiry sounds were everywhere.

There were also journalists wandering around with cameras.

The leader's motorcade parked outside the cordon, Victor got out, Casare quickly came around with an umbrella for him.

Victor frowned and looked into the distance, the on-site commander, Mexican Police Deputy Chief, Capital Police Chief Friedrich Karl Eberstein, ran over, and seeing the motorcade, was startled, hurriedly saluting.

"What's the situation on the ground?"

Friedrich heard this and had a sorrowful face, "Too tragic, 77 bodies have already been found…"

Victor's expression darkened, "Let's go see."

"Supreme Leader, there is still the possibility of a secondary collapse, this…" someone advised.

"Then it would be my bad luck; the rescue personnel are all inside, how am I different?"

Saying this, he walked inside, Casare quickly following.

As the group just entered the cordon, Victor heard someone shouting, "Move aside, move aside, don't block."

Then saw medical personnel in white coats carrying injured people, running past, the rain making it impossible to see who was standing in front. Victor silently stood aside, watching them go past, glancing at the patient on the stretcher, not a good spot on him.

Judging by the age…

Still very young.

Victor clenched his teeth unwillingly, standing in front of the explosion site, hearing Police Deputy Chief Friedrich Karl Eberstein beside him saying, "The explosion site is the underground parking lot of the Grand Commercial Center, it was during the rush hour…"

"After the explosion, many people escaped on their own, but we estimate…"

"More than 200 people were affected by the shockwave."

"Buried persons found!"

Suddenly, someone from the rescue team shouted, and a group of people ran to start digging with tools, Victor darted up, scaring the people behind him, who quickly followed.

Seth Tek, a member of the Mexican National Rescue Team, arrived at the scene right after the explosion. While carefully clearing debris with his hands, a deep voice sounded behind him, "Let me."

He turned around, the rain was heavy, and he couldn't see clearly, but when the other squatted down, he exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. Leader."

Victor squatted down, soaking wet, digging with his hands.

Casare also squatted down silently to help.

Soon, a hand broke through the soil, and that hand was very, very small…