Chapter 1119: Chapter 556: Victor Becomes the Most Wanted Bandit in History! (Part 2)

“You’re going to kill me!?!!”

He immediately understood, screaming, “I am Benjamin Netanyahu, I have status, I demand to be treated well, you can’t kill me!”

The personnel from the Internal Affairs Bureau went up and gave him a punch on both sides.

Two of his teeth were knocked out.

He was still shouting with a mouth full of blood, “You can’t kill me! I can pay to save my life, I can pay!”

At the front, the cavalry cleared the way, at the back, the Special Forces pressed on, and you could see the anti-aircraft machine guns on the armored vehicles, coming out from the foot of Tepeya Mountain.

A large number of people had already gathered at the entrance.

They were holding flags in their hands, shouting loudly to kill him!

As they entered the city, the crowd grew larger and larger…

To prevent stampedes and “prison breaks,” it was announced hastily via radio and television this morning.

The public was in an uproar when they heard it.

Mexico had done such a big thing!

What does capturing Benjamin Netanyahu alive equate to?

It’s like capturing a candidate for President of the United States—

“Kill him! Kill the Israelis!”

“From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free!!”

“You will eventually wander, eventually lose Jerusalem, and eventually die in trembling!”

Seeing the wild cries of the crowd on both sides of the road, Benjamin Netanyahu, who dared to pilot fighter jets to bomb enemies, was frightened.

His pupils were somewhat constricted and unfocused, and his legs were turning to jelly.

No one knows who made the first move…

Below, someone threw firecrackers onto the pickup truck, and more and more people threw their things onto it.

The police and army on both sides hurriedly rushed to block them, and if they didn’t listen… they would be dealt with by rubber batons.

Who knew if anyone inside was planning to take advantage of the chaos?

Best to act first and ask later.

When they reached the Grand Commercial Plaza, it was surrounded by layers of people, including many family members of victims who screamed as they tried to rush forward upon seeing Benjamin Netanyahu.

They loudly accused the Israelis of being so cruel.

As he was dragged off the pickup truck, the staff from the Internal Affairs Bureau smelled an awful stench, and when they looked down, their faces were filled with disdain.

Yellow liquid mixed with particulates was falling from his shorts.

He had shit himself!

“Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, don’t kill me…” was all Benjamin Netanyahu could mutter.

A rope looped around his neck.

Then with a strong yank, he was dragged like a dead dog towards the “monument,” where a podium was already set up at the center.

Below stood Casare, Cuauhtémoc, Goebbels, and others, all dressed in black clothing adorned with silver pins.

Mexican Military representative Defense Minister Kennedy stepped onto the podium, sweeping his gaze over everyone, his head slightly raised, “Ladies and gentlemen, Mexicans never break their promises, when we say revenge, we mean revenge!”

“This is the first Israeli to be publicly executed, but it certainly won’t be the last!”

“We lost 277 compatriots here, and we will make them pay with 2,770, 27,770 lives! Mexicans never speak of letting go of hatred; no matter how big the grudge, it must be avenged!”

A lot of young people below heard this and breathed heavily, raising their hands in celebration.

This theory akin to “A grudge lasting nine generations may still be avenged after a hundred generations” had been brought up more than once, resulting in a fierce public spirit and numerous violent incidents, all in the name of revenge.

But undeniably, the passion was ignited.

Coupled with guided public opinion, these were top-tier soldiers, bold in public battles but timid in personal fights. Mexicans have an average height of about 169 centimeters, and apart from some special forces units, the height requirement had reached over 172 centimeters now, which meant someone could operate a 12 kilogram machine gun and fire it steadily.

“Bring the person up!”

Kennedy waved his hand.

The people below dragged Benjamin Netanyahu up.

“In front of fellow citizens, execute by beheading and display in all states!”

Hiss—

So violent, so uncivilized!

The reporters below quickly pointed their cameras at Benjamin Netanyahu’s face; that terrified expression, filled with despair, spread to many countries around the world…

Of course, due to current communication limitations, many countries were still unaware.

“Brother Huan, he’s… being beheaded!” Captain Zhang Ziqiang was somewhat dumbfounded, bumping the Lieutenant Colonel Ye Jihuan next to him.

He was now a Major.

After the army restructuring, he and Zhang Ziqiang were recommended to attend the officer training school in Mexico City for a year. Originally, the approving officer wasn’t keen on allowing it, as they were of Asian descent, but Kennedy had permitted it, saying that once they took Mexican citizenship, they were Mexicans.

They were among the few foreigners at the military academy.

Now, they were called to take on security duties.

“What’s there to be so surprised about?”

Zhang Ziqiang chuckled, “I’ve never seen a beheading, you know? It’s nearly been a hundred years since the Man Qing era, even my grandfather probably hasn’t seen one.”

Although Ye Jihuan said this, he was just as wide-eyed.

He suddenly wondered whether he should get a bowl and collect some blood, as it was done when slaughtering pigs at home?

On the stage, Benjamin Netanyahu was already being pinned to the ground, still struggling desperately.

Kennedy squinted his eyes, “Break his bones.”

Two members of the Internal Affairs Bureau went up carrying axes, and brought one down on his knee!

Using the back of the axe—

Thump—

Crack!

“Ah!!!”

Benjamin Netanyahu let out a scream, then rolled on the ground as the executioner with a knife stepped on his back, calmly raised the blade, and brought it down forcefully.

The scream was abruptly cut off!

The dog’s head rolled a few meters, glaring at the high-ranking officials standing below.