Capítulo 1469: Chapter 693: New Factions!

“Ugh!”

The man didn’t expect this sudden attack, or rather “face wash.”

The mop head was covered in sticky, foul-smelling sewage that splattered all over his face, causing him to stagger backward, screaming in pain.

But it wasn’t over yet.

Ethan’s right hand shot out almost simultaneously, precisely grabbing one of the man’s suspenders and yanking it towards him, while his right knee followed with a fierce upward strike!

“Aaaahhhh!!!”

A more shrill, almost distorted scream filled the small bathroom as the man’s eyes bulged, his entire face contorted in extreme pain. He clasped his hands around his groin and curled up like a cooked shrimp, collapsing to the floor and convulsing.

Ethan let go of the suspender, as if he’d touched something dirty, and disdainfully wiped his hands on his trouser leg.

He looked down at the man writhing in pain on the floor, placing a foot on his shoulder to keep him from collapsing, then leaned in.

“Listen, you scumbag.”

He applied a bit of pressure with his foot, snapping the man back to his senses from the pain, “I like women who are curvy and fiery, got it? Not a horny pig like you running around in suspenders.”

“Next time you can’t keep that thing in check and go around messing with people, I’ll make sure you can’t use it anymore, and you’ll have to pee sitting down. Remember my words.”

With that, Ethan Hunt gracefully withdrew his foot, adjusted the slightly messed-up collar of his shirt, as if he had just disposed of a piece of garbage.

Without another glance at the curled-up man on the floor, he unlocked the door and walked out, leaving behind chaos and suppressed wails.

Outside the bathroom, two young men who were about to enter were startled by Ethan’s presence and the faint sounds of suffering behind him, paralyzed with fear.

Ethan ignored them, striding confidently through the noisy internet cafe, pushing open the glass door, and merged into the still-bustling Toronto night.

…

September 16, 1995, Mexican Independence Day.

Mexico City’s Constitution Plaza was ablaze with sunlight and ringing with voices. The plaza was already a sea of green, white, and red, with thousands of people waving flags, their faces brimming with festive joy and pride.

The temporary viewing platform was filled with Mexican Government officials, various representatives, and foreign envoys.

In the journalist district, the reporters from major media worldwide were also swept up by the grandeur of the occasion.

The celebration proceeded in an orderly fashion.

President Lunacharsky delivered a passionate speech, recounting the history of independence, praising the national spirit, and lauding Mexico’s unprecedented unity and strength under Mr. Victor’s leadership.

The plaza echoed with thunderous cries of “¡Viva México!” and “¡Viva Víctor!”.

Just as Lunacharsky concluded his speech and the host announced the upcoming release of peace doves and float parade, when the reporters started to organize their notes and think about how to cover this event highlighting Mexico’s new era—

A subtle commotion stirred at the side and rear of the viewing platform.

Several Mexican security personnel quickly opened up a path.

Immediately, two figures, flanked by security personnel, walked side by side to the front row of the viewing platform.

As the reporters instinctively focused their cameras on the pair, it was as if a silent bomb had gone off in the journalist district!

Click! Click! Click!

After a brief dead silence, the frenzied sound of shutter clicks almost tore through the film!

Countless cameras desperately locked onto the scene that left everyone jaw-dropped:

Standing next to Victor was none other than George Walker Bush!

“Oh my God! It’s President Bush!” an AP reporter exclaimed in shock.

“When did he arrive in Mexico?!”

“How are they appearing together?!”

“Quick! Publish! Dispatch emergency news immediately!”

The journalist district erupted into chaos! Phone lines were quickly occupied, with reporters shouting themselves hoarse as they described this earth-shattering scene to their editors. All long-focus lenses were locked tightly on the front row of the viewing platform and its two main figures.

The whole world was watching them through those lenses.

Victor seemed to completely ignore the commotion below and the almost blinding flashbulbs, turning his head to casually chat with Little Bush, even pointing to the grand procession below as if enthusiastically explaining the festival’s splendor.

Little Bush wore a carefully rehearsed politician’s smile, nodding in response.

Every now and then he’d say a word or two, though he seemed somewhat distracted.

The scene was too impactful, too surreal!

Less than 48 hours ago, the two countries were on the brink of war over the Texas issue, with the whole world fearing a large-scale conflict on the North American Continent.

And now here they were, the two key figures standing side by side at a Mexican Independence Day celebration, chatting amicably?

The deal and compromise behind this would drive every political analyst crazy!

The experts were dumbfounded.

The military band struck up a melodious and peaceful tune.

On one side of the plaza, workers opened a massive cage door.

In an instant, thousands of white peace doves took flight, like billowing white clouds, soaring over Constitution Plaza, past the sunlit flags and cheering crowds, finally scattering into the azure sky, a scene spectacular and filled with hope.

After the doves, the grand float parade began.

“Buddy, Latin America is big enough to accommodate both the United States and Mexico,” Victor suddenly said.

Little Bush looked at him and said nothing.

You temperamental, daring, and bold talker.

If you now say Washington belongs to Mexicans, I wouldn’t argue.

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