Working as a police officer in Mexico

By the time they made it up to the deck, the aircraft carrier's tilt had suddenly increased, causing both men to lose their footing and slide straight into the water— they were swallowed up by a wave. Osman de Léso finally surfaced, his face etched with horror.

He had just swallowed a mouthful of water.

He looked up to see the massive bulk of the aircraft carrier bearing down on him.

"F***ing hell!"

Before that gigantic steel mass, Marshal Osman de Léso was crushed beneath it.

There was barely a splash.

The sudden attack naturally also startled Suriname's police, who blew their whistles and rushed to the port.

Inside the "Spicy Hot Pot" restaurant.

Benito took out his pocket watch to check the time—it was nearing one in the afternoon.

He picked up his hat from the table and nodded to Chen Zhen, "Thanks for the hospitality."

Chen Zhen's expression at the moment was... bewildered!

Holy shit!

You just let me poison them, and I thought you would kill just a few people, but looking at that commotion, did you just blow up a friggin' warship?

The rising plumes of thick smoke were clear as day even from this stand-point.

Chen Zhen shivered and stared, wide-eyed.

He grabbed Benito, who looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"You… you blew up the aircraft carrier?"

Benito just smiled.

"F***! Shit, why didn't you say so earlier? You blew up a warship; what am I supposed to do now? The Suriname government is definitely going to investigate this!"

"It's fine, not important. Spain is in Europe, their fleet is gone, they can't project power overseas anymore, and their air force can't reach here, so there's no need to worry."

Chen Zhen didn't let go.

"I paid you, Mr. Chen, the rules shouldn't be broken, right?" Benito asked, furrowing his brows.

"You f***in' nuts, playing this big!" Chen Zhen cursed in his regional dialect.

Although Benito didn't understand, he could tell from Chen Zhen's expression that there was a grudge, "Actually, there's no need to worry. I have a plan."

Saying this, he pulled out a business card from his pocket and handed it over, "I work for South America Defense Corporation. Interested?"

...

Spain also received news of the Asturias Prince aircraft carrier fleet's attack as soon as it happened.

The entire Cabinet immediately went into a panic.

"How is it? Is it serious?" His Majesty the King had been pulled out from under his mistress's sheets, and he was anxious after hearing that his invincible fleet had come under attack.

Staff officer Alfonso Davies had an expression like someone's father had died.

Oh, his father was already dead.

"There are no survivors found from the aircraft carrier so far," said the head of the military department, standing up.

King Juan Carlos slumped back into his chair.

Impossible!

No matter what, the Asturias Prince aircraft carrier had thousands of people aboard, right? Just like that, gone?

"This..."

"During the autopsy in Suriname, they said that most of them died from poisoning, clear symptoms."

"It's definitely the Mexicans, it must be Victor! They must have used despicable tactics!" Staff officer Alfonso Davies shouted loudly.

Of course, he was frantic. As part of the Royal Army, he was an instigator of the war. They hadn't even seen the Mexicans yet, and already they'd suffered heavy losses—he would have to face the consequences!

"Mexico... the Mexicans..."

The King's Military Officer, in other words, the Attendant, a noble son, burst in, "Your Majesty, the Northern Mexican Alliance has claimed responsibility for the aircraft carrier incident!"

"And they say..."

"Welcome to visit Spain."

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Everything suddenly went quiet.

Everyone's eyes turned toward His Majesty the King.

"Sir! Sir!"

While King Juan Carlos was still alright, Staff Officer Alfonso Davies had already collapsed onto the floor.

"Quick, call a doctor!"

The Spanish Palace was in turmoil, while in Mexico, Victor was overjoyed.

"If you do something big and don't admit it, then no one knows you did it, right? We have to let the Spaniards know, it was me who did it. If they have the guts, let them come at me."

"When you do something, make it high-profile. If you don't, people treat you like a nobody."

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