Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1799: 794: Bandits Are Bandits! (Part 2)

Capítulo 1799: Chapter 794: Bandits Are Bandits! (Part 2)

The scene is BBC’s “Newsnight” special, with the host sitting opposite three guests: a forr Royal Prosecutor, a Human Rights Organization leader, and the most troubleso Labour Shadow Cabinet Foreign Minister, Robin Cook.

“The Pri Minister’s Mansion’s statent lacks the basic persuasiveness.”

Cook faced the cara, his tone calm yet sharp, “‘We will establish an independent investigation committee’ appointed by whom? Reporting to whom? Does the investigative scope include all activities of the intelligence departnt in North Arica? These questions remain unanswered.”

The Human Rights Organization leader picked up the thread: “The international community does not expect the United Kingdom to investigate itself. The United Nations High Commissioner for Human Rights Office has expressed willingness to assist; why does the governnt refuse?”

The forr prosecutor adjusted his glasses: “From a legal perspective, if potential war cris are involved, they should be tried by the International Court or at least a special court involving multiple countries. The results of a unilateral investigation are unlikely to gain international recognition.”

The host interjected tily: “But the governnt insists this is Britain’s internal affairs…”

“Then was Princess Diana’s death also an internal affair?”

Cook retorted, “Why were those photos leaked? Why are there so many doubts about the scene of death? Why did an ‘accident’ happen precisely when she possibly held sensitive information? These questions remain unresolved, and public skepticism will persist.”

The scene cut to street interviews.

A young woman, speaking into the microphone, her voice agitated: “Do they think we’re fools? Investigating themselves? Over three hundred people died in Stone Bridge Town! Princess Diana also died! We need the truth, not another White Paper!”

A middle-aged man shook his head: “It’s so embarrassing. The whole world is laughing at us. Over in the EU, they’re surely saying, ‘See, that’s the British for you.'”

Even an old lady, carrying shopping bags, sighed into the cara: “Let the xicans co investigate, anyway no one believes a word we say now.”

The Pri Minister turned off the TV.

He rubbed his temples, the migraine flaring up again.

The office door was knocked on, and Sir Robin Butler, the Cabinet Secretary, entered, holding newly received diplomatic telegrams.

“Pri Minister, the French Foreign Ministry has issued a formal notice,” Butler’s voice was low, “recomnding an EU special eting to ‘discuss the consistency of mber states’ human rights standards in diplomatic actions.’ Although not explicitly stated, it’s clearly aid at us.”

The Pri Minister smiled wryly: “Hasn’t Alain Juppe had enough showti in Brussels?”

“What’s more troubleso is this.” Butler handed over another docunt, “The Dutch Foreign Minister said in an interview, ‘if the UK fails to properly handle the current crisis, reconsidering certain privileged status within the EU cannot be ruled out.'”

“They’re kicking us while we’re down,” the Pri Minister said.

“Pri Minister, our European allies have run out of patience. The Diana incident is rely the catalyst, the real issue is that many believe the UK is still dealing with 21st-century problems using 19th-century thods. The North Arica ‘trusteeship,’ secretive actions, refusal of international supervision… these practices have been outdated since the end of the Cold War.”

The Pri Minister stood up and walked to the window.

He took a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

“Has the Queen’s speech for tomorrow afternoon been revised?” he asked.

“It’s the third draft.” Butler pulled a few sheets of paper from a folder, “The wording is tougher than before, emphasizing royal dignity and national unity, condemning external forces for using the tragedy for political manipulation, calling on the public to trust the governnt’s investigation.”

“The public won’t buy it.”

The Pri Minister shook his head, “Those people love watching a spectacle, they like to make things big, whether they’re our enemies or ours.”

He turned around: “Get in touch with xico.”

Butler was montarily stunned: “You an…”

“I’m going to speak to Pri Minister Casare personally,” the Pri Minister said, “So things need to be clarified through informal channels.”

xico City, 2 a.m.

Casare was woken up by an ergency call, having just lain down less than three hours ago. He had been busy coordinating the infrastructure approvals and talent allocation for “Silicon Valley xico,” receiving no more than four hours of sleep each day.

“Pri Minister, the encrypted line from London, the Pri Minister personally.”

Casare instantly beca alert.

He put on his robe, walked to the study, and activated the secure communication device. The red indicator light flickered a few tis, then stabilized to green.

“Pri Minister Casare.”

The Pri Minister’s voice ca from the receiver, slightly distorted from encryption, but the weariness was unmistakable, “Sorry to disturb you at this hour.”

“Likewise, Pri Minister.” Casare sat down, lighting a cigarette, “It should be 8 a.m. in London now? You’re up early.”

A brief silence. Casare could imagine the Pri Minister on the other side rubbing his temples.

“Let’s get straight to the point.” The Pri Minister abandoned pleasantries, “Mr. Victor’s speech is powerful. But it also makes the situation extrely dangerous. Accusations of war cris, demands for an international court—is this a complete break?”

Casare exhaled smoke: “Pri Minister, the face was first torn by you. When you sent assassins to kill our scientist’s family, didn’t you think of ripping the face? When massacring civilians in Stone Bridge Town, didn’t you think of it?”

“Those accusations need evidence—”

“We have evidence,” Casare interrupted him, “and have already shown it to the world. Now the question is, what do you intend to do? Continue denial? Continue investigating yourselves?”

The Pri Minister took a deep breath: “The United Kingdom is willing to concede. We can issue a public apology, compensate the families of victims in Stone Bridge Town, replace the head of the ‘Trustee Committee,’ and even allow international observers into the North Arican control zone. But Princess Diana’s death must be an accident, it must be the end point. Mr. Victor must stop using this incident for political propaganda.”