Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 883 - 468: I Knew It, We Shouldn't Jinx It! (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)_2

Ridiculous...

Reagan himself had quite a few illegitimate children, and over 50 mistresses. Love story, my ass!

Finally, a few people came over and dragged Nancy away. James Baker III continued delivering the rest of the speech according to the script and gave a slight bow to the audience.

Then, soldiers carried his casket on a ceremonial route around the National Square. On one side stood the "Reagan Library," donated by him, showcasing the land he loved so dearly.

The United States national anthem began to play…

The "Eight Great Vajra" were at the front, followed by an orderly procession of people behind. Just then, toy planes placed on the surrounding lawns began to take off.

They formed Reagan's name and his famous sayings in the sky. Below, the choir of young boys sang songs of mourning and remembrance.

The entire atmosphere was profoundly solemn.

Diane Rodham was toward the front rows, representing Clinton, listening to the buzzing noise of the toy planes overhead, feeling deeply unsettled.

She raised her head, her brows furrowed, a vague sense of unease troubling her.

"Don't worry, Diane, the planes won't fall down." Luther Powell, standing beside her, lowered his voice and laughed.

Diane turned to look at his smiling face, and nausea hit her instantly!

She inherently disliked Black people but managed to suppress her dissatisfaction, forcing a polite smile while nodding at him.

Yet her gaze remained fixed on the toy planes in the sky.

Suddenly!

Her pupils constricted as she noticed the 500 toy planes forming a chilling message:

"SALUTE! HYDRA!!"

!!!!

Noise erupted from the crowd; clearly, many had also seen this.

The name Hydra was like a pile of dogshit in the United States...

Especially among the elite class, they loathed it and feared its contamination.

Those people had an "extreme mental purity obsession." They used various methods to kill drug traffickers, smugglers, bureaucrats, etc., and publicly announced their targets online. As a result, many trembled at the very mention of their name.

The United States had long classified them as a terrorist organization.

Wanted worldwide!

With Europe offering rewards, the total bounty had reached 50 million US dollars!

But until now…

No one could figure out who their leader was, though Pakistan's Military Intelligence Bureau uncovered some hints suggesting Hydra's members were mostly of Mexican descent.

"F***!"

An official standing toward the back suddenly yelled, "Why is it falling? No, it's coming right at us!"

Buzzzz~!!

The peculiar drone of the toy planes was followed by a sharp screech as one crashed into the crowd at the rear.

Boom!!

The plane hadn't even hit the ground before it exploded. Inside was a compact bomb—small but packed with power...

The blast instantly felled a number of people, seven or eight writhing and crying in pain on the ground. Blood quickly pooled across the grass.

Everyone was stunned by the scene.

Even the Special Service agents stood in disbelief.

In just a second, before people's brains could register what was happening, all 500 planes seemingly synchronized their descent, diving straight down...

The sight was enough to make those with trypophobia feel their scalp tingle and faint outright.

"RUN!!"

A piercing scream brought everyone back to their senses, triggering chaos as they ran like headless chickens. As it turns out...

The elite class in the United States... are quite good at running.

Not all 500 planes carried bombs, of course—only about 80 did. But that was more than enough; the continuous explosions left the funeral procession in tatters!

The air reeked of smoke and blood.

One plane flew straight toward the coffin and crashed into it...

Reducing it to ashes and dust!

Nancy and her daughter didn't have time to react as the blasts' shockwaves instantly engulfed them. The 71-year-old woman was thrown into the air, landing on the ground with her head split open in a bloody wound—off to meet her beloved Ronnie, it seemed.

I swear I'm about to cry—dying for love till the end. God? No… Hydra heard your prayers and ensured you'd always be together.

The hundreds-strong procession was reduced to carnage, limbs scattered everywhere, the Special Service agents tasked with protection were utterly helpless.

They only had handguns...

Rendered completely useless!

Some tried to shoot the toy planes, but... it looked downright laughable.

Diane Rodham felt pain all over, lying on the ground, struggling to breathe. Her heartbeat was deafening, loud and clear. She opened her eyes to find her vision blurred, soaked in blood, the strong stench of iron invading her nostrils.

Her ears felt slightly deafened, but the tremendous chaos of cries and screams quickly overwhelmed her mind...

Soon after, her vision went dark, and she lost consciousness.

This scene...

Was broadcast live on television without missing a single moment. Ninety million people watched!

No...

By now, the number must be even higher.

On a beach in Alaska, a TV sat playing as a dozen or so tourists sunbathed and casually watched...

But now, every single one of them stared at the screen, dumbfounded.

Seeing those politicians looking like dead dogs as they scrambled to flee, others lying motionless, the shrieks, pandemonium, and frantic breathing filled the TV...

"Help me! Help me! I don't want to die, save me!!" A young woman with her legs blown off lay on the ground, crawling forward. She had been wearing a black veil dress, but now... everything was exposed!

No one cared about that, though—they stared at her face, twisted with terror and despair...

She reached painfully toward the camera, screaming, "I... don't want to die!"

"Pfffft..."

The TV flickered and went black—the station cut the broadcast abruptly.

Even the most daring American media outlets understood this was not the time to air it.

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