Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1848: 802: England's Spring Is Beautiful! (6)

Capítulo 1848: Chapter 802: England’s Spring Is Beautiful! (6)

Graham nodded, “If we assu such a systemic subversion plan exists, it may still be in the early stages—inciting discontent, training key mbers, creating trigger events. The real explosion might be in a few months.”

The Pri Minister was silent for a long ti. In the London night outside the window, Big Ben’s silhouette lood faintly through the mist.

“We need to do four things.” He finally spoke, his voice weary but resolute, “First, strengthen dostic surveillance, identify and eradicate these ‘seeds’. Second, economically, announce so appeasent asures—raise the minimum wage, temporarily halt welfare cuts, increase public investnt. Third, in Scotland… initiate secret negotiations, make substantive concessions, stabilize one side first. Fourth…”

He looked at Graham: “Contact European allies. France, Germany, Italy. Tell them that xico’s hand has reached European soil. If the United Kingdom falls, who will be next?”

Graham nodded: “I will arrange diplomatic channels. But the French might…”

“I know the French and we have historical grievances.”

The Pri Minister interrupted him, “But in the face of an external force trying to subvert European national regis, they should understand the stakes. Moreover, the Germans have just unified and fear internal turmoil the most. Italy facing Northern Alliance separatists is also vulnerable.”

He stood up, walked to the world map, pointed his finger at xico’s location:

“Tell the Europeans, this is not a British problem, it’s a European problem. Victor Reyes of xico, he doesn’t want a few colonies, he wants to rewrite the international order. Today he’s replacing the United States in North Arica, creating division in Scotland, inciting revolution in England… tomorrow, his target might be Catalonia, might be Corsica, might be South Tyrol.”

Graham noted the key points: “We need to convene an urgent European Security Council eting.”

“As soon as possible.”

The Pri Minister took one last look at the conflict photos, “Also, contact the United States—if there’s anyone who can manage over there. Tell them the Western world is under systemic attack, and the attacker cos from the South.”

xico City, January 20.

Bennett stood on the balcony of Victor’s office, reporting progress.

“England’s ‘Spring Planting’ has entered the second phase. Over the past week, we’ve trained seven community organizers in Birmingham, Liverpool, Leeds, providing basic funding and communication equipnt. The news of the Birmingham steel plant conflict was reprinted by twelve local newspapers, and BBC’s ‘Panorama’ did a special report.”

Victor looked at the distant outline of the volcano: “And the reaction?”

“The British governnt announced economic appeasent asures, raised the minimum wage, and suspended so welfare cuts. Police have increased monitoring of protests and arrested several radical leader figures—but all are peripheral, our core network has not been exposed.”

“They’ve detected it.”

“Yes, but there is still no conclusive evidence. Graham flew to Paris yesterday, supposedly to convene a European security eting. The calls we intercepted show he is trying to convince France and Germany that xico is Europe’s stability threat.”

Victor smiled: “Europeans’ reaction?”

“Contradictory. The French External Security General Bureau (DGSE) privately expressed ‘understanding of the British situation’, but remained silent in public. The German Federal Intelligence Agency (BND) demanded ‘more evidence’. The Italians were most nervous, as they themselves have separatist problems in the north.”

“They won’t unite.” Victor turned and walked back indoors, “Europe has never been a whole, but a heap of mutually suspicious nations. The British are unfortunate, the French are glad; the Germans are afraid of drawing fire, and will be cautious; the Italians are preoccupied. As for the United States…”

He shook his head: “The Clinton administration is now embroiled in dostic scandals, isolationism is rising in Congress. They won’t go to war with xico for the United Kingdom.”

“But aren’t we advancing too fast?” Bennett cautiously asked, “Three-line combat: North Arica, Scotland, England. Resource consumption is high, risks are accumulating.”

“Risk is always present.”

Victor sat down, opened a report, “But the opportunity window won’t always be open. The United Kingdom is now at its weakest: economic downturn, royal prestige damaged, army bogged down, social unrest boiling. If we don’t bet all our chips now, once they recover, they will fight back.”

“Bennett.”

“Leader?”

“Have you read British history? Especially the 17th century when Cromwell executed Charles I and established the Commonwealth of X.”

“I’ve read so.”

“At that ti, the British also overthrew the royal family and established a republic. Although it lasted only eleven years, it proved one thing: nothing is eternal, nothing is unchangeable.”

Victor went to the bookshelf, pulled out an old book, the cover was an oil painting of ‘The Trial of Charles I’:

“The British themselves were once revolutionaries, a subversion of the old order. Just later they won, beca the vested interests, and forgot why they revolutionized.”

He handed the book to Bennett:

“We’re just helping them rember.”

Scottish Highlands, January 25, late night.

McTavish looked at the young man in front of him. His na was Rory, 19 years old, a history student at the University of Glasgow, who joined three months ago and is now responsible for online propaganda.

“The script for the trial is written.”

Rory handed over a few sheets of paper, “We accuse captured Lieutenant Jas Crawford of ‘illegally invading Scottish territory’, ‘participating in suppressing civilians’, ‘war cris’. Evidence includes testimonies of him shooting wounded victims post-ambush on the A9 Road—though fabricated, it sounds real.”