These people all had interests tied up with him since before Victor’s era and later, they fully supported Victor’s propositions, which is why their promotions ca swiftly.
Even the least significant police inspector was the leader of the operational group for the Tijuana City police or the person in charge of the anti-gang unit.
The majority of the others were capable hands within the Anti-Drug Force.
Detrius’s current position was that of a forr high-ranking commander in the Anti-Drug Force and, with a bit of luck, he might be selected as a brigadier general in this upheaval.
"Very well, you have all arrived in good order." He nodded in satisfaction as he looked at those who had arrived and glanced at his watch, "Let’s cut the chatter."
"The Spanish intelligence service has given us a task, if we can accomplish it, we will beco the new masters of this country, they will help us take xico City!" Detrius spoke with excitent.
"According to the information, Victor is going to the United States tomorrow to attend a morial service; he’ll be taking Kennedy and others with him. It’s during this ti that we’ll seize power!"
Rebellion!
This thought surfaced in everyone’s minds, their eyes revealing fear.
They had only thought about selling so classified information for money, not about rebelling!
This was a capital offense punishable by death!
Detrius saw all their movents and expressions and imdiately his tone beca sinister, and he chuckled coldly, "Gentlen, you don’t think there’s still a way out, do you?"
"Working with the Spanish intelligence service, we have already touched Victor’s bottom line. He’s a maniacal murderer, the number of people he’s killed could circle xico from here, don’t you know that? Have you forgotten what happened this morning?"
"Perhaps you still harbor so hope, thinking that if you turn yourselves in, the other side will let you go? Stop joking, even if they don’t kill you, they’ll surely throw you into the dungeons of the xico intelligence service. You’re not even 40 yet, are you really ready to retire?"
It must be said, Detrius had a way with words, and he was quite a character, having the guts during Victor’s era to throw himself into the front lines just to catch the big boss’s attention.
Luckily, he didn’t die but instead got promoted directly!
He understood very clearly that fortune favors the bold.
"We have a 90% chance of success. We just need to control the airport, prevent any planes from landing! We’ll lead n to storm the City Hall, take Victor’s place!"
Everyone looked at each other.
"Have you considered that aside from Tijuana, Victor could land sowhere else?" soone spoke up, "If he returns to xico, do you think his troops will support him or us?"
Detrius wasn’t afraid of questions, just that no one would ask any. He smiled, "Do you think the Spanish intelligence service only has us?"
"They also have people in xico City who will respond to us, they’ll storm into Cuauhtémoc’s official residence and kill him, isn’t that a simple matter of one bullet?"
Why does Spain have to kill him?
Because Victor has disrupted their interests here!
The only ones he didn’t touch were the Aricans, not the other Europeans, like the Italians, Spaniards, and French. All of your factories have to let the "Baja California Finance Departnt" get involved; no complete foreign ownership allowed.
Agree or get out.
The only ones left untouched were the Aricans, no choice there, they’re too close, their military is right at the doorstep.
Especially the Spanish factories here, they’ve nearly faced ruin, and have wanted to deal with him for a long ti, but lacked the power. During World War II, they were famously inept. Now... could they really fly over the Danish Strait to do their own dirty work?
No choice but to resort to dirty tricks.
"In the United States, soone will present Victor with a big gift. If he could die out there, even better. Rest assured, even if we fail, the Spaniards have promised us that they will allow us and our families to live in Europe, and protect us, they won’t let us down!"
Detrius raised his hand, lowering his voice, "Gentlen, riches and honor are before us, our future is before us. Who agrees? Who opposes?"
Those present looked at each other, hoping soone would stand up.
"I won’t participate in this activity, I’m out!" Police inspector Smith Lyle, who was initially against the operation, shook his head and said, "You can rest assured, I won’t disclose our plan, I swear to God!"
Detrius was taken aback, nodded, "I respect your choice. Anyone else?"
No one else made a sound.
"Then you may go, Smith. Rember, don’t talk carelessly."
"I hope you succeed."
Mr. Inspector wished them well and headed for the door. He just wanted to make money, not to get involved in a rebellion that might damn well kill him.
Smith Lyle had just touched the doorknob when he felt a painful blow to the head and a ringing in his ears. With great effort, he turned around, only to see Detrius’s twisted expression, "Dead n don’t tell tales!"
He held an ashtray in his hand, smashing it fiercely against Smith.
In just a few strikes, Smith’s head burst open and blood flowed. He barely breathed on the ground. Detrius was ruthless, to himself and even more to others.
Tossing the bloodied ashtray on the ground, he turned and glared at the others, none of whom dared to breathe out loud.
"Anybody else want to leave?"
Seeing everyone shaking their heads in terror, Detrius nodded in satisfaction, "Very good, gentlen. Only the like-minded can survive on the sa path; those who oppose must die."
"This operation will be called Operation Troy!"
Win, and xico is ours!
We lost, but our presence is in the air of xico!
...
anwhile, at the Tijuana City Hall, inside an office.
Victor was holding a painting in his hands.
A very lifelike portrait of Bush’s upper body.
It was a gift he had prepared, already frad.
"A very good artist," Victor was pleased and decided he would get the sa artist to paint his own portrait later on.
Jason Bourne nodded from the side, "We’ve added a small secret compartnt here, just the right size for a special bug. Do you want it installed?"
The Victor admiring the portrait abruptly looked up, staring straight at him.
Sly dog.
You’re thinking of starting a "Golden Lips" project?
The Russians have done it before, Aricans definitely won’t be fooled that easily.
But once this thought reached Victor’s lips, it turned into, "What’s the likelihood it could be detected?"
"Unless they physically tear it open, it’s not very likely. But if it does get hit with external force, it’ll self-destruct automatically," Jason Bourne explained.
Victor thought it over and still felt there was a significant risk.
I’m pretending to be a godfather now, can’t be ssing around like that.
However, Jason Bourne’s plan did stir up a lot of ideas in Victor, "Let’s forget about Bush, but we can get sothing into the DEA and FBI."
Even if the relationships are close now, who knows what they’re keeping from behind my back?
"Have you found the one who tried to seduce FBI Director Floyd I. Clarke’s wife?"
Jason Bourne nodded, "Yes, we have."
"Who is it?"
"Jeff Bennett."
Victor’s prodigious mory imdiately recalled the guy, and his brows furrowed at once—it was that "Clown" character.
"He recomnded himself," Bourne clarified, seeing the boss’s expression, "He said he wanted to try out a new assignnt."
So, he wants to be the Ethan Hunt of gigolos?
Quite the challenge!
"How is he doing?" Victor asked, still frowning.
"The guy’s not bad in bed."
"...Did I ask you that? I’m asking about his eloquence!"
With an awkward smile, Bourne cleared his throat, "His IQ tested well internally, but he’s at the bottom for EQ in the whole outfit, a bit misanthropic and particularly shady, plus he has a tendency towards violence."
"But I think we should give him a shot."
Victor looked at him, indicating for him to continue.
"Our target, a woman of 43, has a strong BDSM inclination, and our investigations revealed that she suffered trauma in her childhood; doctors have diagnosed her with Stockholm syndro!"
"Jeff Bennett totally fits the bad boy image. He just has that look of a villain."
Jeff Bennett: Thanks a bunch, on behalf of your entire family!
After a mont of thought, Victor agreed.
"It would be even better if we could bug Richard Jas Curl from the CIA, but it’s a pity he doesn’t have a wife. Sigh."
Bourne’s brows knitted slightly, "Boss!"
"What’s up?"
"Richard Jas Curl has a mother, only 71, a very fashionable old lady. Should we send Jeff Bennett to handle her too? One or two, it’s all the sa."
"..."
You...
After all, you’re in intelligence; you’ve abandoned moral and aesthetic standards!
Aren’t you afraid of Bennett coming after you?
This is Victor’s expression: awkward!
But being a "godfather" to the head of the CIA, just the thought is thrilling.
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