Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1381 - Capítulo 1381: 665: "What a Beautiful Sight

Capítulo 1381: Chapter 665: “What a Beautiful Sight

Casare’s remark “What a beautiful scenery,” instantly ignited the already boiling public opinion scene.

The next day, this sentence almost took over the front pages of major European newspapers.

The Figaro Newspaper questioned in a bold headline: “What ‘scenery’ is xico admiring?”

The Tis placed it alongside the blue and yellow flag of Catalonia and the explosion fire of the Basque, with a subtitle reading “The geopolitical battle behind a sarcastic remark.”

Even the usually neutral World Newspaper couldn’t help but comnt, “This is not diplomatic rhetoric, it’s blatant provocation, as if xico is standing in the stands, applauding Spain’s internal turmoil.”

In the Madrid Pri Minister’s Mansion, Gonzalez tore the newspaper containing this sentence into pieces. “Scenery? Let show him what Hell looks like!” he roared at the head of the intelligence departnt, “Investigate! Dig deep! The money from Catalonia, ETA’s weapons, and those suddenly erging propaganda teams, it must be the xicans!”

The main thing about Casare’s words was they were too targeted.

This investigation was madly desperate from the start.

The agents of the Spanish National Intelligence Center (CNI), like keen-scented hounds, dived into the maze of global finance following the traces of money flows.

They discovered that a huge anonymous fund, which surged in before the Catalan independence referendum, seemingly ca from an offshore company in the Caribbean Sea, but the ultimate source of the funds pointed to a Guatemala-based NGO nad Arica’s Cooperation and Developnt Fund.

More suspiciously, there was no information about this fund’s chairman, and the biggest donor to the fund was the xican state-owned oil company.

“Not enough.” Gonzalez slamd the investigation report on the table, “NGO? Donations? Is this damn thing called evidence? I want solid proof!”

The head of intelligence wiped his sweat, handing over another docunt: “We intercepted encrypted communications between ETA senior officials and a military officer from the xican consulate in France just before the explosion. Although the content was destroyed, the timing coincided with the inflow of new weapons to the Basque. Also, so key mbers of those professional propaganda teams in Catalonia Square were recognized; they participated in left-wing party training in xico last year.”

Gonzalez’s eyes lit up as he paced in his office, “No matter, spread the word, the xicans are too vile.”

xico did not directly enter the fray but acted like a hidden director behind the scenes, providing the stage and props for Spain’s internal chaos using funds, technology, and connections. After the news spread in small circles, the reactions from European countries beca subtle. The French President privately called Gonzalez, expressing a complex tone, “Need to handle cautiously to prevent the situation from escalating into a confrontation between Latin Arica and Europe.” The German Chancellor publicly called for “resolving the differences through diplomatic ans,” but refused to comnt on whether xico interfered in the internal affairs of other nations.

Only the United Kingdom, taking advantage of the Irish region’s turmoil, proposed a condemnation at the United Nations Security Council against “external forces interfering in the internal affairs of sovereign nations.” Although not nad, it was obvious to whom it was directed.

In the National Palace of xico, Victor was looking at a copy of this proposal, “Churchill’s heirs have inherited the troublemaker’s knack.”

He pushed the docunt to Casare, “Have the Ministry of Foreign Affairs respond, saying ‘The United Kingdom should first manage the gunfire in Northern Ireland before discussing sovereignty issues.’

Casare nodded in agreent but said worriedly, “The Spaniards are tightening their investigation, and that Arica Cooperation and Developnt Fund has been targeted, should we…”

“No need.” Victor interrupted him, picking up his coffee cup, “Things that are too clean tend to attract suspicion, leaving so flaws actually makes it seem real.”

A touch of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he spread his hands, “Besides, even if they get solid proof, what could they do? Now all of Europe is watching Spain’s joke. Would they dare risk becoming enemies with all of Latin Arica by declaring war on us?”

“Co on, could they co across the Atlantic? Unless they have engines stuck on their butts.”

Despite this, xico still quietly tightened its lines. The fund suddenly announced a “suspension of operations due to a funding chain issue,” the military officer stationed in France returned ho early due to “health reasons,” and several key mbers of the Catalonia propaganda team vanished into Barcelona’s crowds.

But the backlash still ca.

Spain’s far-right parties united with Italy and Hungary’s xenophobic forces to hold a “Defend European Civilization” rally in Brussels, where they not only insulted Latin Arican immigrants as “civilization parasites” but also displayed a forged photo of Victor wearing NC military uniform in front of the Catalan independence flag.

Although the photo was quickly proven to be synthesized, it caused a huge stir on social dia. Protests burning Spanish flags started appearing in the streets of Argentina and Colombia, and the Latin Arican Countries Alliance announced an indefinite suspension of free trade negotiations with the European Union.

Everyone was shouting at each other, but ti kept moving forward.

Soon it was ti to vote.

That day, the streets in Barcelona were unusually calm. There were no demonstrations, no slogans, only people in various colored clothes lining up to enter the polling stations. The blue and yellow flags were still flying, but more windows displayed the Spanish flag, which was distributed overnight by volunteers who had hurried over from Madrid the previous night.