Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 878 - 466: False Consolation VS Rocket Launcher Consolation!_3

"You certainly have a bit of leisure and elegance, Heinrich."

A rough voice sounded from behind, and then the CIA Director Stanfield Turner walked over with his hands in his pockets, his face darkened.

He was wearing a mask on his face…

"You chose this place to meet, are you out of your mind? How many times do I have to tell you, do not contact me right now!"

Heinrich listened to the other's complaints and smiled, "Don't be so tense, Mr. Turner. The world is too busy; few people care about you."

"F***!"

"The internal situation is very tense right now, minimizing contact is better for everyone."

Old Bush and others were shot, Defense Minister Richard Bruce Cheney was blown up, Mossad's director was beheaded—these occurrences all point to…

There are spies within the United States!

Clinton covertly ordered the CIA to investigate internal moles.

Hmm… Stanfield Turner took the call.

But he's panicking now.

Hydra…

When they make a move, it's never small.

He was feeling some regret now, wondering why he got into this mess with these crooks!

Heinrich continued teasing the pigeons, "There's a worn-out basketball in the trash can three meters from your doorstep; inside it is the usage rights for a small island in the Pacific Ocean. It's a gift for you."

Upon hearing this, the other party's eyebrows twitched like a tap dancer's.

Shocked by Heinrich's boldness, but at the same time, he understood—a tricky job was coming his way.

He wanted to refuse, but the words got stuck in his throat… hard to say.

How could a corrupt official ever stop being corrupt?

You know, government salaries aren't high; even someone like him, the head of the CIA, with all his power, couldn't afford luxury cars or big mansions without resorting to bribes.

"What do you… want to do?"

Heinrich turned his head at the words, sizing the other up and down, making the CIA leader visibly nervous.

"I want the security layout plan for Reagan's memorial service."

"What!!"

Stanfield Turner's eyes widened instantly, and his loud voice startled the pigeons, sending them flapping into the air.

Nearby tourists glanced at him with visible disapproval.

"What are you planning to do? No no no, absolutely not, nothing can go wrong at that event; otherwise, I'll have to resign to take responsibility!"

Stanfield Turner appeared to have some sense left; he rejected the request outright.

What kind of joke was this?

Being targeted by Hydra? That would never end well.

The United States would descend into chaos!

Heinrich wasn't angry; he kept calling to the pigeons with a few tuts.

"You should know, Stanfield, Hydra's influence in the United States. If you don't cooperate, there are others who will. The reason I came to you isn't that you're particularly important to us right now, but because our private relationship is good—I don't want you to get hurt in the upcoming events."

The other party could feel the overwhelming pressure pouring down on him.

He looked at the thin figure standing before him, someone he could knock down with a single punch, yet he felt a chilling fear from deep within.

"I only need one layout plan."

For an event of this scale, the Special Service would definitely be in charge, but the CIA would play a coordinating role in the process.

The things even the President of the United States doesn't know, they do.

"You took ten seconds to think about this, a bit less cooperative than I'd hoped."

"Don't push me! Heinrich! You know I can't betray my country…"

Stanfield Turner lowered his voice, but his tone was trembling.

These words nearly made Heinrich burst out laughing.

After all you've betrayed, now you claim you want to reform.

Heinrich placed the corn he was holding all down on the ground, "No rush, you can consider it again. Next time we meet, I hope you won't refuse me."

He finished speaking and smiled politely at Turner…

Then left with his back facing him.

Watching him walk away, Turner couldn't shake the feeling of unease, as though something ominous was looming.

He rushed across the road toward his E34 BMW M5 parked on the other side.

He pulled out his phone while running.

"Hello, Anna, what are you up to?"

"I'm at a check-up, haha, you hear that? The baby's kicking me." His wife said with a touch of joy.

This was their second child.

Stanfield Turner exhaled deeply, opened the car door, and got in, inserting the key into the slot.

"Wait for me, let's have dinner together tonight."

He said as he turned the key slightly…

Click~

A small sound caught him off guard…

Boom!!!

The E34 BMW M5 instantaneously exploded, blowing into pieces.

The car's roof was flung far away, and the massive explosion startled everyone around, sending screams rippling through the area as they turned to see the flames consuming the vehicle.

"OMG!"

"Quick! Someone save them…"

"Call the police, it's a bomb!"

The crowd panicked, unsure of what to do. The national park was nearby, so the police quickly arrived to evacuate the people.

Meanwhile, not far away…

Heinrich, wearing sunglasses, quietly watched the scene unfold.

He held a phone in hand, talking to someone…

"Replace the CIA Deputy Director, take care of Stanfield Turner's wife, and also… do you think 10 million US dollars is enough to bribe the Special Service's director?"

Hydra…

US dollars pave the way.

As long as you're human, you have weaknesses.

Some might claim to be unwaveringly loyal…

But if you love women, imagine that the goddess you only fantasized about on TV calls you master in real life—what would you think?

If you love money…

Imagine lying inside the open vault of a bank, sleeping surrounded by its wealth—what would you think?

Che Guevara was indeed great because such warriors truly had no selfish motives…

Faith overcame humanity.

But faith like that is rare in the United States… very rare.

At least among officials here, Heinrich doubted any of them had a sense of bottom line left.

It's rumored that even the Victory Goddess Statue's backside is dirty.

Of course, that's just a rumor.

After hanging up the call.

Watching the car engulfed in raging flames.

He clasped his hands together and started praying for Turner.

"F*** you, Turner, sleep well, Ah Men."

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