Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 884 - 468: I Knew It, We Shouldn't Jinx It! (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)_3

"Blown...blown up?!" An Asian tourist stuttered, still blankly looking at his girlfriend.

The latter's face was as white as a sheet.

"F***! F***! Fake!" The boss shouted, trying to get up from the deck chair but tripped and fell flat on his face.

He got up shakily, with a tiger tattooed on his chest, but at this moment, the tiger seemed to widen its eyes too.

This was just a small glimpse; the whole United States was in an uproar, and not just there, many people in other countries were watching too, it spread across the globe in an instant.

Even the Polar Bear would curse if it could watch TV!

Meanwhile, in Mexico City, over a thousand kilometers from Washington.

At the top floor office in the National Palace.

It was full of people...

"Yeah!!"

Seeing the toy plane crash into the Soul Sending Team and blow them sky-high, Casare couldn't help but jump up and cheer!

He embraced Goebbels next to him and kissed him on the forehead.

Victor watched the scene on TV, exhaled the smoke from his mouth, as if relieved, holding back the tension in his heart.

"Boss, this time, even if we don't wipe out the entire U.S. leadership, at least we've crippled them, look, I even saw a vice president blown in half, hahaha!"

Half of the White House's civil servants are gone, good...they'll need to recruit another batch.

"Now, I order, along the entire border, except for the San Diego troops, advance 200 kilometers, then rapidly deploy defensive positions to prevent retaliatory attacks from the U.S. Military. The 5th Army and 3rd Army quickly move south, attack the southern drug trafficker regime, we need to seize our strategic demands during this power vacuum!"

Victor shouted loudly, "Order all anti-aircraft weapons to enter launch status, the Americans...are going mad, if they fire rockets at us, I authorize frontline troops to conduct indiscriminate bombardment!"

Though it's Hydra, they can't find the opponent, if Mexico crosses the border river at this time, it will definitely cause the enraged U.S. Military to lose their minds.

But...

Who's giving orders now?

The army folks seemed to be among the Soul Sending Team just now.

"If we're dying, we're all dying together!" Victor's eyes glared fiercely, even sitting in this position, he still seemed like a desperado.

"I want to see who loses more!"

"Yes!"

Defense Minister Kennedy stood up, saluted, and left with urgency.

Casare and Cuauhtémoc rushed to handle logistics...

While Goebbels went back to issue a statement, right away, Mexico's official website displayed a red background image, which read: "Bless Miss Nancy and her beloved Ronnie to be together forever."

Why does that sound so...weird?

Many people left comments below.

It instantly overwhelmed the platform.

The news was also continuously broadcast on TV and radio channels.

The two neighboring countries proved one phrase: the joys and sorrows between people are not identical.

At the first moment, South Korea and Japan immediately declared to issue a bounty on Hydra, and anyone embellishing this explosion behavior in their country would be arrested.

The Philippines and Thailand hurried to follow suit.

And the neighbor Rabbit...

"Huh? Huh?! Huh!!!"

...

Clinton vaguely heard someone calling him.

He was lying on the hospital bed, opening his eyes to find Chief of Staff Angel Urenia and several members of the campaign team anxiously standing by.

"What's wrong?"

His voice was a bit hoarse; having a fever was indeed uncomfortable.

It was okay until he asked, once he did, a young girl started crying, taking off her glasses and wiping hard.

This tightened Clinton's heart, looking toward Angel Urenia.

"Sir, there was an attack at Reagan's memorial service, Diane...Diane was blown to death!"

"What!!!" Clinton's brain immediately filled with blood, his eyes instantly bloodshot, his body wobbled, looking like he was about to die, scaring everyone as they rushed to support him.

"How could this happen?"

"How could this happen!"

He shouted loudly, then couldn't catch his breath, combined with the weakness from the severe cold, and instantly passed out.

"Doctor! Doctor!"

The Special Service security outside the door saw the chaos inside and quickly called for a doctor. A group of people rushed over and immediately started first aid on him.

Angel Urenia stood at the doorway, pounding his head hard, kicking a chair, this frantic state made the little nurse standing at a distance too scared to approach.

He just mentioned the key points...

Besides Diane, also blown to death on the spot was the first African American Secretary of State Powell, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Brown Weiss and the Navy Commander, Air Force Commander...

All went to hell!

While the remaining people were sent to the hospital, still in critical condition, but the death toll was definitely climbing, these were all genuine heavyweights.

Angel Urenia, the Chief of Staff, as still somewhat junior, wasn't in the guard team, hence, narrowly escaped.

Tap, tap, tap~

The rapid footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway, and two large men in suits came into view, led by none other than Clinton's bodyguard Richie Miller.

He was a former SEAL, hired by the Clinton family to serve as the security chief for the campaign team.

"Mr. Urenia, the suspect is dead."

"The other party had cyanide poison in their mouth, they came with a determination to die." Richie Miller looked both serious and tense.

He paused, his eyes deep, "Someone infiltrated, I think there's a big internal problem, or rather, there might be a lot of Hydra within the departments responsible for security and setting up the memorial, I think we should arrest and interrogate them!"

Angel Urenia bowed his head, pondered for a while, then quickly lifted his head, nodding fiercely, "Agreed!"

"Take the IRS and Criminal Investigation Division, I'll call them, right now, no one can be trusted!"

Goodness, that's the armed force of the U.S. tax department...

These guys, they can't possibly betray America!

Richie Miller looked at the somewhat haggard Chief of Staff, nodded forcefully, and waved his hand, leading the group away.

Watching his back, Angel Urenia was slightly distracted, his mouth slightly open, murmuring in a voice only he could hear, even shivering slightly.

"America...is it truly doomed?"

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