Chapter 1225: Chapter 597

Mexico City, on the west side of the National Palace, is where the Mexico News Bureau offices are located.

Director Augustine Przybylski threw the summary report in his hand onto the table; it was all about “spy” cases reported from below.

And quite a few terrorist organizations were plotting, wanting to make a name for themselves by causing trouble here!

Isn’t Hydra famous for causing “London’s Fall”?

The police department and intelligence agencies are under tremendous pressure.

Half a month ago, foreign tourists were already banned from entering the capital, the entire city under lockdown, with over a hundred thousand troops, reserves, police, and other departments deployed, on the streets, your eyes flicker, and you have to show your ID.

In the office, he said to a few deputy directors of the News Bureau, “Be sure to ensure the safe conduct of the meeting, or if I get reprimanded by the Supreme Leader, you guys… won’t have it easy either.”

The deputy directors stiffened their expressions, glanced at each other, and nodded.

“Did you find out the identity of the person carrying guns and explosives into the subway a couple of days ago?”

“Confessed, that guy worked for the Iraqi Intelligence Bureau and even implicated a few people in Belize.”

???

Augustine Przybylski suddenly raised his head, furrowing his brows, slapping the table:

“What the hell is Saddam up to?? Damn it, after getting beaten by the Yanks, he chickens out, and now he wants to test us?”

The first deputy director Richard Solge lowered his voice, “Things are unstable in Iraq as well, the succession battle between Uday and Qusay is getting fierier, and ever since the Gulf War, Saddam has had health issues, resting continuously, and hasn’t appeared on the news for about 220 days.”

“Intelligence fed back from our insiders indicates Uday has already taken control of the intelligence department and has considerable influence in the military.”

Richard Solge paused, “He is reclaiming his power, and he’s privately expressed dissatisfaction with the Supreme Leader more than once.”

Augustine Przybylski went silent, pondering.

Uday embarrassed himself greatly in Mexico, if it weren’t for the US intervening, Victor would have killed him like a dead dog long ago, it’s not surprising to see him enjoying this.

Unexpectedly, Uday seems to be making a comeback, causing some anxiety, “Can we take him out?”

Deputy director Richard Solge also found this guy somewhat difficult to handle.

The deposed Crown Prince got up again! Damn it!

It is simply unimaginable.

Most importantly, with Saddam’s declining health and Uday’s ruthless tactics, once he’s in power, it might cause some ripples for Mexico in the Middle East.

“I’ll give it a try.”

Augustine Przybylski nodded and said, somewhat dry-throated, taking a sip of water from the table, “Send a message to the Belize side, requesting the rapid arrest of Iraqi Intelligence Bureau spies.”

“Let me reiterate, nothing should go wrong during the meeting! Nothing should go wrong! Nothing should go wrong!”

The three deputy directors nodded vigorously, “Understood!”

…

“Reuters reports, the first North America and Europe Defense Ministers meeting will be held in Mexico City, discussing global matters such as drug control, maritime security, and wartime human rights. According to the Mexican Supreme Leader’s office, Mexico is making efforts and contributions towards peace!”

In a suite in Belize.

Two bodies tangled together as the television played the news; with a muffled groan, the man lay like a lump of shit, taking a moment to ease before slowly turning over, looking at the blonde woman beside him, grabbed a stack of riyals from the table, tossed it over, and waved her off.

She glanced at it, eyes lighting up, quickly kissed the man, then swiftly dressed and left.

Seems like a cluck~

Judging by experience, this is definitely a pay-per-visit deal, not worth it to book for the night, what if she ran off?

The man lit a cigarette, his gaze somewhat unfriendly, looking at the photographs of Victor and others being shown on the TV; this person had a typical Middle Eastern face, with a beard, and a white horse tattoo on his arm.

He snorted twice, made a gun gesture with his fingers at the TV, mimicking a firing motion with a “bang” sound from his mouth.

Knock knock knock~

The knocking sound suddenly rang out.

The man’s expression tightened, “Who?”

“Sir, I forgot something.” The voice of the lady from earlier called from outside.

The man didn’t think much, glanced around, and as he went to open the door, a sense of unease hit him, his eyebrows twitching sharply, instinct causing his hackles to rise.

Run!

The word popped into his mind, turning to flee at once!

He had specifically chosen the second floor, jumping from this height wouldn’t kill him.

But after just a couple of steps, the door behind got smashed open with a battering ram, followed promptly by a smoke grenade thrown inside, and in the haze, he saw someone pushing in with a shield marked “SDU.”

Special Police Company!

Shit!

The man’s face changed drastically, opened the window, only to see police cars surrounding below as well, his expression panicked, taking a deep breath, letting out a strange shriek, and charged at the door.

Crash!

The police officer behind the shield raised a “peculiar” gun, a shot was fired, instantly ensnaring the man in a net, pinning him down.

“Let me go! Let me go! I’m innocent, innocent!” The man yelled frantically.

“An innocent man doesn’t run from police.” The lead policeman wearing a balaclava said, “Take him away.”

As the man was dragged away, he caught sight of the courtesan standing by the door, glaring fiercely at her, “Bitch! Just wait, wait for me to get out, I’ll kill you…”