Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1847: 802: England's Spring Is Beautiful!5

Capítulo 1847: Chapter 802: England’s Spring Is Beautiful!_5

A stone flew over and hit the front windshield of the police car, the cracks spreading like a spider web.

A mont of silence.

Then, more stones, empty cans, and even a shoe flew toward the police. Soone knocked over a roadside trash can and set the newspapers inside on fire. Flas struggled to rise amidst the rain and snow, black smoke billowing.

“Move back! Move back!” The police raised their shields, but the crowd was already out of control.

The man giving the speech was stunned for a mont, clearly not expecting things to escalate to this point. He wanted to shout sothing, but his voice was drowned out by the roars and sirens.

On a distant building rooftop, a man in a trench coat captured the entire scene with a telephoto cara. He shot the burning trash can, the crowd charging against the police line, the shattered Rolls-Royce car window, and the speaker standing on a wooden box with a complex expression.

Half an hour later, the photos were sent to xico City through encrypted transmission.

London, 10 Downing Street, nine o’clock at night.

Graham stood in front of the fireplace in the Pri Minister’s office, holding freshly developed photos—conflicts in Birmingham, unemployed workers’ sit-in in Leeds, student protests demanding “tuition-free” in Manchester.

“Isolated incidents.” The Pri Minister tossed the photos onto the desk after viewing them, “Normal social friction during economic downturn. The police can handle it.”

“If they are isolated incidents, indeed.”

Graham pulled out another docunt, “But in the past two weeks, seventeen demonstrations have occurred in England’s major industrial towns, five of which evolved into violent conflicts. The triggers vary—factory closures, welfare cuts, housing price hikes, subway fare increases—but the slogans and chants are becoming similar.”

He played an audio recording, a segnt from a speaker at yesterday’s protest in Liverpool:

“… This isn’t Birmingham’s problem, nor Liverpool’s problem, it’s a systemic issue! The Royal Family spends eighty million British Pounds of taxpayer money annually, Charles’s hospital stay for a week costs an ordinary family’s yearly inco! Politicians argue in Parliant, yet they vote to increase their own salaries! And us? We lose jobs, can’t pay bills, and even send our sons to Scotland to die! Why?”

The Pri Minister frowned: “Left-wing agitators, always around.”

“But previously they only said ‘capitalism is bad,’ now they say ‘the system is broken.'”

Graham switched the screen, showing a set of scanned social dia (though still rudintary in 1997) and underground flyers, “Look at these newly appearing symbols: a white rose bound by chains (symbolizing England), a broken crown, and this crossed-out Parliant Building logo, with ‘They don’t represent us’ written below.”

He paused, looking at the Pri Minister:

“These symbols are professionally designed, the dissemination channels are organized. The timing of the demonstrations is regular—always starting during local news broadcast tis to ensure capture. The timing of conflict escalation is also clever, always suddenly breaking out in violence when the police attempt to disperse, creating scenes of ‘state machinery suppressing the people.’

The Pri Minister stood up, walked to the window: “Are you saying… soone is coordinating behind the scenes?”

“I suspect so.”

Graham opened the last docunt, “This is the latest discovery from our technical analysis departnt. In the past month, at least six new shortwave radio signals have appeared within the United Kingdom, broadcasting content ranging from Scottish independence propaganda to social criticism in England, and even… tutorials on organizing non-violent protests.”

“Tutorials?”

“Yes. How to make slogans, how to deal with police questioning, how to contact the dia, and even how to identify plainclothes police officers. Very detailed, very professional.”

The Pri Minister turned around, his complexion changed: “Source?”

“The signals hop frequencies, emission locations are mobile, unable to precisely locate. But technical feature analysis…” Graham took a deep breath, “is highly similar to certain ‘educational broadcasts’ we intercepted at the xican border.”

The room was eerily quiet.

The logs in the fireplace crackled.

“xico.” The Pri Minister slowly uttered the word, “Causing trouble in Scotland wasn’t enough, now they want to bring the fire to England’s soil?”

“From a tactical logic standpoint, it makes sense.”

Graham walked to the map, “The chaos in Scotland has tied up our military and attention. If social unrest is simultaneously created on England’s soil, we face two-front pressure. If the turmoil escalates to demands for political system reform, even abolishing the Royal Family…”

He didn’t finish.

The Pri Minister sank into a chair, pressing his fingers against his temple: “They want to overthrow the United Kingdom.”

“They want to weaken the UK, rendering us incapable of intervening in the Aricas and world affairs. As for overthrowing … it might be a ans, not the ultimate goal. A chaotic, internally consuming UK aligns with xico’s strategic interests.”

“Evidence?” The Pri Minister looked up, “I need conclusive evidence to persuade the Cabinet, persuade our Allies.”

Graham gave a wry smile: “That’s exactly the toughest part. xicans have beco savvy, they no longer directly send assassins or ship weapons—at least not in England. They use softer ans: funding, training, public opinion manipulation, organizational techniques. All these can be operated through middlen, non-governntal organizations, cultural institutions, making it difficult to trace.”

He paused: “But we’ve intercepted internal communications from Hydra, ntioning a code-nad ‘Spring Planting’ operation. The tiline matches the onset of the protests in England.”

“Spring Planting…” The Pri Minister chewed on the words, “Spring sowing… ‘England Spring’?”

“Possibly just an operation code.”