Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1794 - 793: You’re Old, Gentlemen!
Capítulo 1794: Chapter 793: You’re Old, Gentlemen!
The rain in London fell as if the sky were collapsing.
Outside the iron gates of Buckingham Palace, flowers piled up like mountains. Cards soaked by rain, ink smudged, the words “People’s Princess,” “Forever Remembering Diana” blurred into a sea of sorrowful blue.
Inside the palace, the atmosphere was even gloomier than the weather outside.
The Queen finally appeared.
She sat in a high-backed chair in the study, an elderly woman in her seventies, with deep eye bags.
Looking at the five men standing by the long table, her shoulders tightened, “Forty-eight hours, we’ve lost the last bit of dignity of the Royal Family. The newspapers worldwide are publishing my daughter-in-law’s… those kinds of photos.”
The Prime Minister’s face turned pale.
Standing behind him were the Minister of Internal Affairs, the heads of Military Intelligence Five and Sixth Department, along with the Duke of Windsor, the Queen’s cousin, the actual handler of the Royal Family’s crisis management.
“Your Majesty, we have blocked all known channels of dissemination,” the Prime Minister’s voice was dry, “The editors of The Sun and World News Report have been ‘put on leave,’ BBC is undergoing internal reorganization, and the Communications Authority is cooperating with major service providers to delete content from online forums…”
“Delete?” The Queen interrupted him, “My dear Prime Minister, you and I both know those photos have spread worldwide. My Foreign Minister tells me even a small village newspaper in Tanzania is reprinting them. Delete? We are deceiving ourselves.”
The Duke of Windsor cleared his throat, “More importantly, we must trace the culprit. Site technical analysis shows this was a professional operation. There are signs of dismantling at the bathroom vent, the distribution box was modified, the time of death completely coincides with the time the photos were taken, the killer was there watching them die.”
MI6 Acting Director Graham felt his back shirt was already soaked. He braced himself and spoke, “Technical characteristics indicate that the methods resemble some operational patterns we’ve observed in North America; we suspect it was Mexico.”
“Do you have evidence?” The Queen asked, her eyes fixed on him.
Graham opened his mouth, “Temporarily… no direct evidence. But the timing is too coincidental. We’ve just lost two intelligence networks in Mexico, their seven scientists were attacked, and then Diana…”
“I do not want speculation.” The Queen’s voice cut in, “I want names, locations, concrete evidence. Otherwise, we become a laughing stock at the International Court, accusing a sovereign nation’s Supreme Leader of assassinating a British Princess? With only a few technical analysis diagrams?”
Silence in the study was terrifying.
Outside, the rain hitting the glass made a dense, unsettling sound.
Finally, it was the Prime Minister who broke the silence, “Your Majesty, no matter who the murderer is, our immediate priority is controlling the domestic situation. Polls show trust in the Royal Family has dropped thirty percentage points within twenty-four hours. Over sixty percent of the populace find the official statement ‘unbelievable.’ Worse still, secessionists in Scotland and Northern Ireland are leveraging this issue.”
He paused, struggling to utter the word, “They demand a ‘reassessment of the relationship with the Royal Family.'”
The Queen closed her eyes.
“Inform the Cabinet, I wish to address the nation on television tomorrow afternoon.” She stood, not tall in stature, but her presence made everyone bow their heads, “I will decide the content personally, as for you—”
Her gaze swept over Graham and the head of Military Intelligence Five, “If in seventy-two hours you can still only give me ‘technical analysis’ and ‘possibilities,’ then perhaps it’s time to get people who can get the job done.”
The Royal Family has no power, but the Royal Family also has power!
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Five men bowed and exited the study.
After the door closed, the Queen walked to the window, looking at the gray, hazy London outside. Her finger stroked the window ledge where a small “V.R.” was carved — a mark from the Queen Victoria era.
“Grandmother,” she murmured to herself, “if it were you, what would you do?”
At the same time, Mexico City, the National Palace.
Victor was also watching television.
But not British news, rather a special report on Mexican National Television: “The Path to a Technology Powerhouse — Demonstration of the First Stage Achievements of ‘Silicon Valley Mexico.'”
On screen, Dr. Turing stood in a spacious, bright laboratory, with rows of server racks neatly aligned behind him.
His gaunt face carried a rare smile, glasses reflecting the blue light of the cabinet indicators.
“Based on the autonomously designed ‘New Continent-1’ chip architecture, we’ve successfully increased personal computer computing efficiency by forty percent, while reducing power consumption by twenty-five percent.”
Turing’s voice came through the microphone, possessing a tech enthusiast’s unique excitement, “More importantly, we’ve rewritten our operating system kernel from scratch, with no external code remnants, which means…”
“It means we don’t have to worry about backdoors and viruses.” Victor chimed in from the sofa.
Sitting opposite him, Bramo chuckled, “Dr. Turing insisted on demonstrating personally, he hasn’t slept much for three days, just for today’s release.”
Victor sipped his wine, his tone full of admiration, “But we need talents like this!”.
The TV screen switched to Von Braun.
Standing in an assembly line for drones, surrounded by over a dozen already assembled ‘Bee Swarm-1’ drones.
The body was backpack-sized, quadrotor design, modular mounting points capable of carrying cameras or micro munitions.
“Maximum air time is fifty-five minutes, operational radius is twenty-five kilometers, theoretical upper limit on swarm control is 256 drones.” Von Braun pointed at the diagram on the wall with a teaching pointer, “The key breakthrough is in our autonomously developed flight control chip and encrypted data chain. Even in environments with strong electromagnetic interference, the swarm can still maintain eighty percent communication stability.”
