Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1328: 643: Mexico Is My Good Friend

Chapter 1328: Chapter 643: xico Is My Good Friend

President of Colombia, Armando Benedetto, returned to Bogota with a high-profile escort of xican armored convoys, like a scorching iron branding the hearts of the opposition.

Panic swiftly spread among the opposition mbers; they were understandably fearful of being purged.

In a certain secret location.

“He’s back! With the xican tanks!”

A parliantarian’s face was grim, his voice trembling, “Armando will surely exploit this to label us as traitors colluding with foreign forces, and completely wash us clean!”

“We cannot sit and wait for death!”

Another seasoned opposition leader slamd the table fiercely, a reckless gleam in his eyes, “That fool thinks he’s invincible with xican backing? Don’t forget, General Carlos of the Bogota City Defense forces is our man! He still commands forces loyal to the nation!”

Nation?

Coming out of their mouths, that word felt ironic.

“Exactly! Strike while Parliant is in session and Armando is most guarded but also most fixed!” a third voice urgently echoed.

“As long as we move fast enough and take out Armando and his key lackeys, seize the Parliant Building, declare a state of ergency! Would the xicans dare to wage war in downtown Bogota? International opinion would crush them!”

“What does General Carlos say?” soone asked.

“He agreed! His people will take over the periter of the Parliant Building tomorrow, during the key mont of the Parliant session, under the guise of preventing unrest, and then elite squads will directly storm the hall.”

The initiator lowered his voice with a hint of fanaticism, “The plan is simple: the action group enters, controls the situation, eliminates the targets. General Carlos will then announce that Armando was removed by patriotic forces for colluding with foreign powers and selling out the country, and a Provisional National Rescue Committee will be established! We’ll imdiately take over the governnt!”

In the secret room, the opposition leaders were ignited by this mad plan.

They had no options left—if they didn’t go all out at this mont, they would truly have no chance.

This world doesn’t lack people who fight hard for “ambition”.

They quickly reached consensus—to launch a thunderous coup tomorrow at the Parliant, when Armando complacently believes he’s holding all the cards, using blood and fire to turn the tide!

They imdiately passed the final decisions and operation details through the most secretive channels to General Carlos, demanding he make all preparations. Every word was filled with resolute determination, failing would an martyrdom.

However, their conspiracy was like hurling stones inside a glass house.

The powerful listening network of the xican Intelligence Bureau had already infiltrated the core areas of Bogota.

Communications between the opposition and General Carlos, which they believed were top secret, were as clear as a live broadcast at the xican Intelligence Bureau’s listening station.

The news quickly reached Manstein.

“The targets have taken the bait, plan confird, action ti: tomorrow during the Parliant session, target location: Capitol Hill, primary targets: President Armando Benedetto and core Cabinet mbers.”

He received the ssage faster than Armando Benedetto; for him, Colombia held no secrets.

“Ti is pressing,” Manstein was increasingly composed and reliable, “Cut off all external communications in Bogota.”

“The opponents are professional soldiers, highly alert; ensure ergency mobilization gets close to the core area to catch them off guard, prioritize disarming, resistors to be executed on the spot!”

“Yes!!”

Orders were issued, and the entire xican force was set in motion.

At 2 a.m. in Bogota, everything was silent.

General Carlos’s command and his legitimate troops stationed in the barracks had only sporadic sentries and patrolling soldiers.

Most soldiers were deep in slumber, with a sense of nightti chill and an indistinct tension hanging in the air.

You couldn’t quite tell why, but there was a tense feeling!

Suddenly, the low, dense rumble of engines sounded, tearing through the night’s silence.

Not one or two, but dozens of armored personnel carriers and tactical assault vehicles, headlights cutting through the darkness with blinding beams, rapidly closed in on the camp gates and several key entrances.

“Drill! Ergency assembly! Everyone stand by!” ca the authoritative command from vehicle-mounted loudspeakers, using the Colombian Military’s standard channel and terminology.

The sentry soldiers were a bit bewildered, but seeing the familiar military paint and hearing the “drill” order, their tense nerves subconsciously relaxed slightly.

It was this slight relaxation that sealed their fate.

When the convoy drove close without hindrance, the mask of “drill” instantly tore off!

“Action! Action! Action!”

The shrill alarm and sharp gunfire erupted simultaneously!

The car doors slamd open, and commandos dressed in black combat gear, well-equipped and moving like phantoms, spilled out.

Their actions were swift, precise, seamlessly coordinated, and the soldiers at several key outposts didn’t even have ti to raise their weapons before being shot dead.

“Enemy attack! It’s an enemy attack!!”

“It’s not a drill! Open fire! Fire back quickly!”

Confused shouts echoed throughout the camp, but it was already too late.

The attackers cut through the camp’s core like a surgical blade.

The command center’s communications hub was imdiately disabled with EMP interference, followed by physical occupation. Routes to the armory and heavy equipnt storage area were heavily blocked.

General Carlos was awakened by the crude sound of gunfire in his own bedroom.

Just as he grabbed the pistol by his pillow, shock grenades rolled in.

The deafening explosion and blinding light instantly stripped him of senses and mobility. As he was violently pinned to the ground, cold handcuffs locking around his wrists, he finally saw the insignia on the intruders’ uniforms—marks not belonging to the Colombian forces. It was the emblem of xico’s elite special ops, alongside the insignia of the Colombian Ministry of Internal Affairs assault team collaborating in operations.