Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 972 - 505: Your grandfather is my grandfather, killing your grandfather is like killing my grandfather!_2

Fuck...

This driver's license is for flying a plane, right?

"Oh, oh, I'm Ethan Hunt, ordered to come and get you."

Belsaria's hands were still a bit shaky...

Upon hearing Ethan Hunt's words, her heart tightened, "What's wrong? Did something happen to my family?"

He hesitated, "Your grandfather, Mr. Donald had an incident, the details will be told by the General when you return to Mexico. Let's go to the airport now, we've already prepared a private jet."

"Okay, okay!"

Belsaria glanced at Leonard, who was unconscious in the Porsche...

"Don't worry, our people will handle it properly, it won't escalate." Ethan reassured, not knowing what kind of person the future mistress was?

Very kind, often goes to slums to help the homeless...

Also donates to organizations for stray cats.

She even goes to teach voluntarily.

If it weren't for their backing, she'd have been sold off long ago...

Since returning from the Southern drug traffickers, Ethan Hunt has been promoted, now serving as the military officer of Mexico in Germany and also the Deputy Director of the European Intelligence Division, definitely not that freeloader living off women anymore.

Of course, the Kennedy family mistress still transfers him 60,000 US dollars every month...

That's not important.

Belsaria nodded, running to her best friend's side, "Wedder, are you okay?"

Alice Wedder shook her head, glancing at the tall guy not far away, "They are...?"

"My fiancé's friends, there's something at home, I need to hurry back. I'll call you later."

"Alright, be careful on the way."

This White Sister is smart, her sister kept her fiancé so hidden, and his people are so wild, they don't seem easy to deal with.

Maybe...

Engaging in big business in Mexico isn't out of the question.

But since they say nothing, she doesn't ask.

Ethan Hunt had someone send Belsaria to the airport, while he stayed behind to take care of things.

"Boss, just take him out with one stab," whispered a subordinate.

"Brute, only knows how to fight and kill, this is Germany, not Mexico. What kind of violence do you have in your heads? We are the regular army, not a gang," Ethan cursed quietly, "Just a man who used a bit of violence after failing to woo, no big deal, who hasn't done something dumb in their youth."

Glancing at Leonard lying on the ground, suddenly he kicked him, stomping on his 'second brother,' a crack...

Saw him convulse all over, foam starting to come out of his mouth.

"Send him to the hospital, don't let him die, we'll cover the medical expenses, warn his dad not to mess with us, we're not nice guys!"

Subordinate: ????

Is he so ruthless he's even cursing himself?

Ethan Hunt turned to leave, noticing Alice Wedder from a distance, looked her up and down; she wasn't very pretty, but very determined!

That gaze... like a tomboy.

He walked over, wiped some non-existent dust off Alice Wedder's face, "Stand further away next time, be careful."

Wedder's eyes widened, watching his back, somehow, her heart started beating fast...

She'd seen tall guys at school, but Ethan Hunt always carried an imperceptible sense of pressure.

She liked the feeling of being conquered!

If you're looking for a man, find this kind of man, if he can't conquer you, why would you yield?

She vigorously rubbed her face...

"Men will only affect your journey, Wedder!"

Her eyes suddenly turned much calmer.

And at this time, at the international airport.

The Hummer drove straight in, and on the way, Belsaria learned the situation. When she heard her grandfather was shot dead, it was like a bolt from the blue, rendering her dazed, tears streamed down soon after.

Her mind was full of memories of Donald holding her when she was young.

Once on the private plane...

She couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears.

This made the crew on the plane a bit at a loss, looking at each other.

They could only lower their heads helplessly.

...

The U.S. and French embassies in Haiti were bombed!

This news is brewing over time... rather calm.

The top trending topic remains Donald and Clinton, with Victor saying a memorial service will be held for him in Mexico City...

Every word is recognizable, but when combined, you feel the world becomes unrecognizable.

Everyone thought it was a joke, but when the U.S. government didn't come forward and citizens called for Clinton to explain but found him missing, it finally felt off.

Could this really be true!!

Outside the White House, you could see quite a few "Redneck Flags" standing at the gates chanting slogans, but apart from the increasing number of guards, there wasn't even a fart.

This angered some extremists, and they clashed with the guards, the conflict escalating rapidly.

A bunch of people chanted "We need the truth" as they rushed towards the White House...

It was chaos, turning into a pot of porridge.

Although Donald was of German descent, his performance during the Ford administration was quite commendable, as his hawkish style satisfied many "conservatives," now he's dead, and killed by his own President, this is... unforgivable!

Hearing about the unrest at the White House, some mischief-makers joined in, taking weapons from home, all visible places, with some carrying rifles and even submachine guns.

At first glance... definitely not legitimate.

Causing Washington to instantly enter a state of alert...

"Angry citizens threw incendiary bombs and homemade grenades at the White House, we can see the scene engulfed in flames!"

On TV, a reporter in a bulletproof vest shouted into the camera, the scene of the gunfight could be seen behind them, and the White House indeed was on fire.

This scene...

Shocked the entire Rumsfeld family sitting at the table.

"Old Mr. Donald was a good man, purely good, he contributed a lifetime to the United States, maybe those backstage do not remember, but the people do, this is also the precious legacy he left for you."

Victor stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, squinting as he spoke.

"The more it is like this, the more you must bear the responsibility of saving the United States, in my view, the Kennedy family are all incompetents, the Bush family are a bunch of treacherous villains, the Adams family are all mediocres, only you can save America!"

These words didn't bother Donald's brother Philts because he is realistic, a mature politician needs interest, and he has been a congressman for over ten years, what words hasn't he heard before.

But not the young Bramo Rumsfeld, he is the eldest son and grandson, he has ambition and ideals, he felt Victor was right, and just look at the TV, the people's hearts are with him!

Just as he was about to speak, he noticed his uncle sighing, "Victor, with Belsaria marrying you, we are family, you are also a member of our family, just say what you want, what do you want to achieve."

His gaze fixed on him.

"I only wish for world peace!"

"You're lying."

Philts shook his head, "You're dishonest." He paused, "I saw ambition and arrogance in your eyes, you want to be the ruling figure of North America and even Latin America!"

Fuck...

Is it that obvious?

Did I not hide it well enough?

Victor raised his head, smiling, "Mutual help, you should also know, if I don't help you next, then the Rumsfeld family will also be labeled with the fate of 'untimely demise.'"

"Living is better than anything."

This was unarguable...

This Victor bastard, every step set up, when he mentioned holding a funeral in Mexico for Donald, those U.S. backstage hands would try to kill them.

Although they hadn't betrayed the United States, they had betrayed the hierarchy!

"I need to think about it." Philts took a deep breath.

"You should."

Victor didn't rush either, raising his glass, "Come, let's toast to Donald, God bless him!"

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