Capítulo 1845: Chapter 802: England’s Spring Is Beautiful! (Part 3)
“So we are not pursuing a quick victory.”
Victor leaned forward, “What we want is sustained pressure, to keep London in a constant state of crisis. Scotland, England itself, plus our engagent in North Arica… three lines of attrition, let’s see how much blood this old Empire can spill.”
He looked at Bennett: “What do you need?”
“First is the dia network.”
Bennett answered imdiately, “We have twelve collaborating journalists in the United Kingdom, but it’s not enough. We need to acquire or invest in at least three local newspapers, five community radio stations, and also cultivate more ‘sources’ within the BBC. Estimated cost: initial five million US Dollars, subsequent annual fee of two million.”
“Approved.”
“Secondly, manpower. We need at least twenty infiltrators proficient in English and familiar with British society, to be embedded long-term as journalists, scholars, NGO workers. Training and organizing this will take ti.”
“Pull elites from Hydra and SI(xican Intelligence Bureau), prioritize support.”
“Third is technical support. We need to enhance our ability to monitor dostic communications within the United Kingdom, especially police, local governnt, and union internal communications. London is upgrading its encryption systems, we need to keep up with decoding.”
Victor looked at Bramo.
Bramo nodded: “‘Deep Blue Shield’ project team can assign a group specifically for the United Kingdom. But we need more satellite communication interception rights.”
“Granted,” Victor didn’t hesitate, “Anything else?”
Bennett took a deep breath: “Finally, the authorization for this plan itself. Leader, once launched, there is no turning back. Our actions in Scotland can be explained as ‘supporting national self-determination,’ but if inciting action in England’s holand gets exposed, the United Kingdom will retaliate by any ans necessary, and European countries will collectively condemn.”
“Bennett, do you know what the United Kingdom did to xico in 1840?”
“The Opium War?”
“No, that was the East University.”
Victor walked back to the table, “In 1846, the United States invaded xico, seized California, New xico, Texas… half the national territory. What was the United Kingdom doing at that ti? They maintained ‘neutrality,’ actually providing loans and diplomatic support to the United States because they wanted to weaken a potential competitor.”
He took a sip of his drink:
“In 1861, France, the United Kingdom, and Spain jointly invaded xico under the pretext of ‘debt collection.’ Our President Juarez was forced to hide in the mountains and wage guerrilla warfare. British soldiers landed in Veracruz, looted the port, and were driven away only after the Arican Civil War.”
“During the 1910 revolution, the British Petroleum Company supported Diaz’s dictatorial regi to suppress the peasant uprising. In 1938, when we nationalized oil, the United Kingdom allied with the United States to impose an embargo, nearly choking our economy.”
Victor set down the glass, his voice was soft but every word was like a nail:
“One hundred and fifty years, Bennett. In one hundred and fifty years, the United Kingdom used naval guns, capital, and conspiracy to repeatedly interfere with our internal affairs, plunder our resources, support their agents. Did they ever hesitate for a mont? Did they ever consider ‘international law’? ‘Sovereign dignity’?”
He picked up the black folder:
“Now, it’s our turn.”
Victor opened the last page, took a pen from his suit pocket. The tip hovered over the blank page, paused for a second, and then wrote:
[Approved for execution]
[Highest priority]
[All departnts to coordinate]
[Victor January 7, 1997]
After he finished writing, he pushed the folder back to Bennett.
“Good na, ‘Springti for England.’ Although England’s spring is cold and wet, let’s hope this one burns a little warr.”
Bennett took the folder, his fingers slightly trembling. He stood upright, raised his right hand in a salute:
“Yes, Leader! The old European power lacks reverence for the world… it’s ti to make them feel it.”
“Go ahead.” Victor waved his hand, “Report progress directly to each week. Rember, burn slowly, let the fire start from within. We want not an explosion, but a slow suffocation.”
Bennett turned and left, the sound of his footsteps gradually fading in the corridor.
The remaining people in the eting room remained silent. Casare stubbed out his cigar and spoke softly:
“Boss, isn’t this step too far? If the United Kingdom really gets chaotic, the whole of Europe could panic. France, Germany won’t stand by.”
“Of course, they won’t.”
Victor went to the window, looking at the lights outside in xico City, “But Europe is not a monolith. The French are happy to see the United Kingdom suffer, the Germans are more concerned about economic stability. And… by the ti they react, the fire will already be burning.”
He turned around, a certain cold determination on his face:
“Casare, the old world’s order is like an old house, appearing solid from the outside, but the beams have been hollowed out by termites. We don’t need to demolish it, just kick hard at key spots, and wait for it to collapse.”
“Scotland is the first kick, England is the second kick. Next…”
He didn’t finish, but everyone understood.
Bramo said softly, “I wonder how history books will write about today a hundred years from now.”
“History is written by the victors.”
Victor walked back to the table, picked up the unfinished glass of tequila, “And we must ensure to beco the victors.”
London, MI6 headquarters, January 15, 1997.
Graham stared at the map on the wall, the Scotland section already covered with red pins, each pin representing an attack or ard sighting report.
Fourteen new ones added in the past week.
“Mike’s core group is estimated to be around thirty people, well-equipped.”
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