Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 720 - 408: Playing Tactics with Me?

"Damn it!"

"Seven days! I've been in Tijuana for seven days, is this how you treat your foreign guests?!!!"

The Iraqi Minister of Intelligence, Barzan, finally unleashed his built-up wrath, pointing at Goebbels and cursing vehently, "I want to see Victor! Have him co to et !!!"

"I want to ask him, does he even understand diplomatic etiquette!!"

Slap!

Goebbels, raising his hand, directly stunned Barzan who was shorter than 1.7 ters, his half of the face swelling up instantly.

Awkward...

Just resorting to violence without agreent?

"Calm down, Mr. Barzan, Mr. Victor is quite busy right now," Goebbels said, twitching his eyelid with a semblance of a grin.

The anger in the eyes of the Iraqi turned clear in an instant.

The pain on his face brought him back to his senses imdiately.

Actually, he had been here for seven days, and every day he was taken shopping, to museums, to watch Victor's propaganda plays. He barely saw Cuauhtémoc twice, mostly dealt with "small fries"…

This made Barzan feel disregarded, and he finally exploded today.

However…

The fury arrived like a tornado, but also dissipated just as quickly.

Barzan, seeing the disgruntled xican next to him, understood he had offended their "Emperor" with his "words," similar to how he would react if soone demanded Saddam to et him in Iraq.

Let's see…

If your slap is firm, they'll automatically justify it for you.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the rage in his heart, his face twitching, "Sorry, I lost control."

Goebbels patted his shoulder, "No worries, you are forgiven."

...

The Iraqis following behind Barzan all felt disgraced, heads bowed.

"How about I take you to a drug prevention education today?" Goebbels asked with a forced smile.

"Thank you, these few days have been troubling, really appreciate the hospitality, there's so work back in Iraq, I need to return…"

Barzan didn't want to stay here anymore, it was sheer humiliation!

Goebbels didn't insist on him staying, smacking his lips regretfully.

However, he considerately arranged a driver to take them to the airport.

Walking on the gangway, Barzan looked back at the desolate airport with a fierce and briefly dissatisfied expression, murmuring in Kurdish, "Disgrace! Disgrace! Disgrace!!!"

"Upon returning ho, use our intelligence networks in the United States and Europe to declare outwardly that xico and Iraq have ford a strategic alliance, offering to provide the latter with Intercontinental Missiles!"

"I will make xico notoriously infamous among the Jewish collectives!"

The relationship between Iraq and those people was not good, and the reason behind Saddam's downfall later was due to "millennial grievances" with behind-the-scenes encouragent advised by think tanks.

Keep in mind, Iraq stood with Germany during World War II.

Of course, its role was even lesser than Italy's.

Barzan intended to make Victor "completely disgraced" in the North Arican ecological circle!

If xico dared trade Intercontinental Missiles, even if the news weren't entirely true, Victor would still manage to offend quite a few.

But if Victor knew of his "Three Axes" strategy, he might not help but laugh.

Offend others?

I, Victor, have no good reputation in North Arica or Europe anyway.

Who doesn't know I'm capricious?

I didn't et with Barzan mainly because I think Saddam is just incredibly stupid, I don't want to speak with a junkie, I'll eventually dispose of you.

The plane soared to the skies, flying over 10 hours from xico to Iraq with a stopover in Istanbul, Turkey.

Taking advantage of the layover, Barzan disembarked to breathe so fresh air.

Then, refreshed from washing up in the restroom and flanked by two bodyguards, he headed to the lounge to rest. However, just then, he saw two sensually dressed young won quickly approaching, smiling at him.

Barzan was startled, the two Asian-descent won in front of him sprayed an unknown liquid onto his face with a laugh before walking away, leaving the bodyguards dumbfounded.

It all happened in less than two to three seconds.

No one could have anticipated such an incident.

Barzan panicked, feeling ominous, his instinct telling him sothing was terribly wrong!

"Quick! Get the airport staff to take to the dical room to wash my face..." he shouted sharply to the bodyguards.

They hurried off to find the airport staff.

Nearby passengers stepped aside, unsure of his outburst.

Soon, a bodyguard arrived with a female airport worker as Barzan recounted what happened, and they took him to the dical room.

But just as he was stepping in with his left leg...

Barzan's face suddenly flushed red, feeling like sothing was stuck in his throat, he painfully fell to the ground rolling, the bodyguard panicked and cried out, "Sir! Sir!"

His eyes bulged, hand trembling, and a foul-slling unknown substance ca spurting out of his mouth.

The next second…

Barzan with wide eyes, breathed his last.

He's dead!!!

The airport staff, witnessing this scene, were frozen in fear, trembling as they called for help with the radio.

anwhile, the two bodyguards knelt down weeping, tears flying everywhere.

They could already envision the terrible fates of themselves and their families.

Saddam would surely kill them!

This scene of "master dead, servant mourning" deeply shocked the airport staff, and after learning the deceased's background, they too were stunned.

Saddam... his half-brother?!!!

This incident was quickly reported to the Turkish governnt.