Working as a police officer in Mexico

What is the United Nations Drug Control Agency?

It's Victor's façade!

This morning, they announced a global manhunt for the members of the Red Shoes Club, and by the afternoon, Commissioner Joachim Ribbentrop was attacked.

Is there no hidden agenda here?

Victor was ruthless too, holding the phone, "Track down the killer's home and slaughter their entire family!"

"If he dares to risk his life for others, striking the sun on behalf of darkness, then light has every reason to purify his entire family."

"I won't allow anyone to challenge our authority!"

The voice on the other end quivered, "Yes, General!"

Bam!

Victor slammed down the phone, his expression terrifyingly grim. These bastards retaliated faster than he expected.

But the quicker they moved, the more it showed they were panicking!

He pressed the call button on his phone, "Get Jason Bourne over here."

Play this kind of trick?

All my men are tough as nails.

And indeed, as he suspected, the entire U.S. elite class had gone wild!

Could things like trafficking, captivity, and even live human sacrifices really be discussed out in the open?

After all, in a civilized society, once such things are reported, they're exposed directly under the sunlight. Any filthy and secretive organization would be decapitated internally.

The higher-ups wanted to distance themselves, while the lower levels were eager to draw lines of separation.

Gentlemen...

They wanted to play both the whore and the "civilized man."

How could that be possible?

When that list broke out, the U.S. Government immediately sprang into action and held an emergency press conference at around 9:00 PM.

Their position could be summarized in three words: Impossible, definitely not, fake news!

The White House Spokesman even arrogantly said, "Victor should check if his own ass is clean before making statements!"

The implication was clear: You're no better, so stop pretending to be holier-than-thou.

That slightly threatening tone, fueled by reporters, quickly made its way to Mexico City.

As expected, no argument broke out.

"Victor's that much of a coward? I thought he'd at least argue back." A journalist complained to his colleague while yawning inside the car.

Glancing at his watch, it was past 2:00 AM. He tapped on it, "Can we go home now, boss?"

The team leader in the back hesitated slightly. Would Victor swallow this insult?

His intuition told him no way.

If Mexicans were capable of enduring, he'd have been dead by now. It was precisely because they couldn't endure that the United States only dared to spew meaningless rhetoric or play petty games.

Buzzz—

Just as the car was overcome by drowsiness, the phone nearby suddenly buzzed and rang, jolting the team leader awake.

He scrambled to answer, his eyes widening instantly, "Yes! Yes! Oh, the lead fee will be sorted by the end of the month; no problem, I'll pay you more."

The team leader hung up, slapped the front seat, "Quick, head to 119 Gros Hand District!"

"Why does that address sound so familiar?" The journalist in the passenger seat furrowed his brow.

As journalists, they had a keen sense of memory, especially when it came to the residences of officials—they needed to secure first-hand news.

The job itself was tough; eating crap was even tougher.

"The White House Spokesman Zain Zorn's residence. Someone heard gunshots."

!!!

The journalist's eyes lit up. Something happened!

Finally—finally, something significant happened!

"Hold on tight!" The driver's eyes sparkled, as if the year-end bonus was calling to him. His hand pressed the gearshift, and with the clutch released, the car sped off.

By the time they arrived, the police were already there.

"Shit!"

The team leader cursed aloud, pounding the seat hard.

"Boss, should we activate Plan B?" the journalist in the passenger seat asked.

Plan B involved... sending someone inside to draw the cops' attention while others snuck in from the sides or other directions.

The plan was risky and sometimes led directly to arrests. Other times... U.S. cops didn't bother with warnings and emptied their magazines on sight.

Such measures were meant for major events. After all, bail money wasn't cheap.

Being a journalist wasn't easy either.

The team leader's expression darkened. He took a deep breath, "Forget it! Look outside—if we force our way in, how many bullets do you think you can dodge?"

The others looked out the window and saw an armed-to-the-teeth squad of soldiers stationed at the entrance.

They even mobilized the military...

There'd be no guts to try now.

"They're coming out." The passenger suddenly called out. Everyone's eyes turned to see the police rolling out bodies covered with white sheets.

"One, two, three..."

"Six bodies in total!" the driver exclaimed, wide-eyed.

The car fell silent all at once.

Gulp—

The sound of swallowing spread through the car.

That's the whole family gone...

"Words can kill!" someone in the car muttered, almost causing the group to break down.

Foul mouths, could they compare to those of journalists?

Even the White House Spokesman was taken out like this. How much heat would ordinary journalists face?

"Shut up!"

The team leader sensed the tense atmosphere and snapped. He grabbed a camera and took several shots of the bodies.

"Hurry, grab the story!"

…

The White House Spokesman's murder swept across Europe and America instantly.

Although there was no evidence, some newspapers subtly hinted at Victor as the culprit...

With the machinations of the truly shrewd, the situation became increasingly convoluted.

Calls for action against him had already begun...

But three hours later, the infamous "Justice League" Hydra released videos to over a dozen media outlets, demanding they be aired on television.

The recording also came with a letter.

It urged the TV executives to cooperate.

"Don't be complicit lapdogs of evil; be virtuous people who help good prevail."

Hydra's reputation was legendary. The London bombing had made them infamous, and under the guise of robbing the rich to aid the poor and seeking justice, they had garnered many supporters worldwide, especially in ideologically volatile South America.