Working as a police officer in Mexico

Suriname had been under Dutch rule for over four hundred years, so most people still spoke Dutch, and even foreigners would know a few phrases.

In the largest farmers' market in the capital, Paramaribo.

A group of Chinese descendants in their forties, carrying messenger bags, were vigorously shouting, using dialect or Dutch to attract customers.

Two white men entered a shop that bore the sign, "Chen Family's Grain and Oil Shop." The boss inside, wearing glasses, was busy with an abacus. Seeing the newcomers, he promptly stood up, a smile on his face, holding a book with some orders written in Chinese, and with a twist of his foot, he began to read out, "Hi, Chino-Spanish."

"Mr. Santos, good morning."

These two were in charge of procuring for the Spanish Fleet. They didn't wear military uniforms for fear of being beaten, as their relations with the local Chinese weren't the best, but as to why they insisted on buying from the Chinese...

It was because they controlled the farmers' market in Paramaribo. There were many Indians too, but do you think they looked like they could farm?

They preferred breeding...

Preferably with the most holes.

The Spaniard named Santos handed over a piece of paper, chatting away, and the boss nodded vigorously, gestured, patted his own chest, and then didn't forget to take an envelope from the drawer to pass it over.

This was called a kickback!

The Spaniards were very satisfied to receive it, which is why, among so many stalls, they insisted on shopping here.

The Chinese were flexible in business!

After sending away the Spaniards, the boss's smile gradually faded, and he waved at a market administrator in the distance, who hurried over, "Uncle Chen."

"The Spaniards want these."

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"Understood!"

The younger brother who looked after the market nodded, mounted the bicycle with the order, and rushed to meet Chen Zhen, who glanced at it and then passed it to Benito opposite him, who smiled and nodded, "You just need to prepare the vegetables, we'll provide the other 'medications.'"

Chen Zhen nodded and let his little brother go to prepare.

He looked at Benito and was actually curious.

What normal person would freaking mess with the Spanish military?

Chen Zhen wasn't a fool, and he also watched the news, okay. Recently, who was having a bitter feud with the Spaniards?

It was Victor, the tyrant of Mexico!

Both sides were fiercely fighting over the islands.

It was highly likely that Benito was serving Mexico.

Don't be too curious; everyone has secrets. Maintain basic "politeness." Knowing too much is bad for everyone.

"OK, come, have some tea," Chen Zhen said with a smile as he poured tea for the other party.

Elsewhere in a factory, dozens of laborers sorted goods onto a truck and left with their pay, then two people in protective suits, carrying disinfectant tanks, climbed onto the truck and began spraying the vegetables inside with a diluted ricin toxin.

This stuff...

Colorless and tasteless!

But just a little bit could knock down a bunch of people!

Later on, Da Mao's agents became especially fond of it, killing invisibly.

"Brother Guang, what are they spraying?" Chen Zhen's trusted henchmen, sneaking a look from a distance.

"How should I know? Don't ask too many questions if it's nothing," said Brother Guang, rubbing his bald head, "Damn it, it's definitely not anything good."

"I'm telling you, these foreigners have very dark hearts."

About fifteen minutes later, the two men got off the truck, waved to them, and then left.

"Let's go, it's our turn to deliver." Guang put on a mask, although it wasn't very effective, but he felt more at ease.

A few men drove two large trucks towards the port.

...

In the command center of the Asturias Prince.

Osman de Léso, over sixty years old, was listening to the plan seated, his beard and hair white, but with an air of authority, sitting around were other escort ship captains.

He was no simple character.

He was a remnant of the Franco era, born in 1927 and graduated from the Zaragoza Military Academy, a school founded and presided over by Franco.

He joined the Long Gun Party in 1947!

After that, he served a long time in the Navy; at 32, he was promoted to Brigadier General, and at 34, he became Vice Admiral. During this time, he always maintained a good relationship with the current King, and during Franco's illness, he even dispatched soldiers to protect the King to prevent a coup.

With this connection, after Carlos took power later, he wasn't purged but became Marshal, in charge of the Navy, on this expedition the old General personally presided over the Asturias Prince!

Only he could have kept these men in check.

Indeed, his ancestor was Blas de Lezo, one of the greatest commanders and strategists in the history of the Spanish Navy. He is most remembered for his decisive victory against the British Fleet commanded by Admiral Vernon in the 1741 battle of Cartagena.

The man was a nobleman.

"The British have confirmed the arrival of the Invincible-class aircraft carrier in Brazil, and they plan to meet with us at the end of February in the northern part of the Mexico Islands."

Osman de Léso nodded, "Have the transport ships arrived at the assigned islands?"

The staff officer shook his head, "Not yet."

Bang!

The old General slammed the table, startling the officers, who were dozing off and suddenly wide-eyed.

"How long has it been? What's the time I stipulated?"

The staff members hesitated and looked at each other.

"Don't tell me they got lost in the Pacific. If they are lost, they might as well commit suicide instead of letting me execute them!" Osman de Léso's character was still so fiery.