Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1796 - 793: You’re Old, Gentlemen! (Part 3)
Capítulo 1796: Chapter 793: You’re Old, Gentlemen! (Part 3)
“The international public opinion is shifting.”
Graham pulled up the latest public sentiment analysis, “The world is sympathizing with the United Kingdom, condemning the killer. But now, some media outlets have begun to discuss whether the United Kingdom’s role in North America is justified. Especially the editorial from France’s ‘World Newspaper’ this morning titled ‘An Empire’s Last Gasp: Why the United Kingdom is Creating a Humanitarian Disaster in North America?'”
The Duke of Windsor closed his eyes, took a deep breath, “The Queen’s speech this afternoon needs to be rewritten. We can no longer just talk about morality and privacy; we must proactively explain North American policy, otherwise…”
Before he finished speaking, a sudden alarm sounded.
“Officer!” A technician turned his head, face full of terror, “Just intercepted communications, Mexico City has issued a global media announcement, Victor will make an ‘important international statement’ in three hours, themed ‘The Collapse of North American Human Rights and International Order.'”
Graham and the Duke of Windsor exchanged a glance and saw the same words in each other’s eyes: Too late!
Mexico City time at 8 PM, London time at 2 PM.
At least five hundred million people worldwide simultaneously turned on the TV or radio.
In the studio of Mexican National Television, Victor sat behind a simple wooden podium, with a giant Mexican flag in the background and a newly designed flag beside it, a green backdrop with a golden hummingbird holding an olive branch and lightning.
“Good evening.” Victor started in Spanish, then switched to English, “I know at this moment, many eyes around the world are watching here. Some expect me to say something, some fear what I’ll say, and some might not care what a Mexican has to say.”
He paused, stared into the camera, those eyes seemed to penetrate the heart of every viewer watching.
“But today, I stand here not for Mexico, not even for the suffering people of North America. I stand here for a simple word: truth.”
In the control room outside the studio, Casare watched the monitoring screen, palms sweating.
Sitting beside him were Bramo and Turing, Von Braun was in another room via video link.
“How much will he say?” Bramo asked quietly.
Casare said, “Boss said, since the British like to play low, we’ll play upfront. Flip the table, no one eats.”
Inside the studio, there was no manuscript in front of Victor on the podium. His hands were crossed, body leaning forward, like a teacher giving a lesson to students.
“Seven days ago, Lady Diana Spencer passed away in London. The British government said it was an accident, a tragedy caused by old circuitry. But curiously, just a few hours before her death, she received a gift from her friend, Mr. Dodi Fayed.”
Victor pressed a button on the podium, the large screen behind him lit up. It was an enlarged photo of the necklace box Dodi gave to Diana, the micro storage card under the lining marked with a red circle.
“What’s on this card? The British government says they don’t know. But coincidentally, we obtained some information from the battlefield in North America, from letters, diaries, copies of orders found in the pockets of soldiers supported, funded, and armed by the ‘Trustee Committee’.”
The screen switched, showing a series of document photos. Some were handwritten, some were printed, some even had bloodstains.
“These documents show that over the past eighteen months, the British intelligence department, via a third party, has delivered at least two hundred million US dollars’ worth of weapons and funds to North America’s so-called ‘Trust Zone.’ What were these weapons used for? Let’s take a look.”
The footage turned into video. Shaky camera, blurry image quality, but it was clear to see soldiers in British-style camouflage burning villages, with guns pointed at civilians.
“This is Stone Bridge Town, October 17, 1996. Three hundred twenty-four people died, including eighty-seven children. Why? Because local residents refused to hand over food to the ‘Trustee Committee.'”
“This is outside Kansas City, September 3, 1996. A troop under the command of a British advisor executed fifty ‘suspected rebels,’ afterward found that forty-three of them were just ordinary farm workers.”
“This is Missouri State, August, 1996…”
Video after video, photo after photo. Some images were so bloody that the television station had to urgently pixelate them, but even with mosaics, the outline of the atrocities remained clear.
Victor’s voice remained calm, but that calmness was more powerful than any roar.
“Lady Diana repeatedly criticized the United Kingdom’s foreign policy during her lifetime. She went to Angola, witnessed firsthand the harm land mines do to children; she went to Bosnia, embraced orphans of the war. We have reason to believe that when she saw these atrocities in North America, what would she say? What would she do?” 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
He paused, eyes sharp as knives.
“Then she died, died in an ‘old circuit’ accident. At the time of her death, there was also a piece of evidence that could reveal all this.”
The screen went black, leaving only Victor’s face under the light.
“The British government can deny, they can say those documents are forged, the videos synthesized, they can continue to use ‘national security’ or ‘official secrets’ as an excuse, but I cannot help but ask.”
“Firstly, if the United Kingdom has no unspeakable secrets in North America, why fear Lady Diana getting that storage card?”
