Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1797 - 793: You’re Old, Gentlemen! (4)
Capítulo 1797: Chapter 793: You’re Old, Gentlemen! (4)
“Second, if the ‘Trustee Committee’ is truly for the protection of civilians, why massacre civilians?”
“Third, if a nation can fund massacres from thousands of miles away and still portray itself as the beacon of civilization, then what is civilization? What is barbarism?”
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“I’m not a saint, and Mexico is no paradise. We have our own issues, but at least we dare to face them. At least we don’t hide behind ‘accidents’ and ‘confidentiality’.”
Victor walked up to the camera, close enough that the blood vessels in his pupils were almost visible.
“So today, I’m here to challenge the British government, the Queen, and the entire world: disclose everything, disclose all your operational records in North America, disclose all your interactions with the ‘Trustee Committee’, disclose the complete investigation report of Lady Diana’s death.”
“If your conscience is clear, there’s nothing to hide.”
“If you refuse…” Victor paused for a full five seconds, “then the whole world will know what you’re hiding.”
The frame froze on his direct gaze into the camera, then gradually darkened.
Speech concluded.
For a full twenty-eight minutes, without a script, without pauses, without any superfluous words.
London, Buckingham Palace.
The Queen sat motionless in front of the television. Standing behind her were the Prime Minister, the Duke of Windsor, and a few cabinet ministers.
Everyone looked grim.
MLGB, aren’t we the victims here?
Diana and her lover died in a fish tank, and those uncensored photos disgraced the Royal Family.
The Crown Prince is almost depressed!
The television was off, but Victor’s last words still echoed in the room: “then the whole world will know what you’re hiding.”
“Madman,” muttered the Prime Minister, “he’s a madman. He just declared open war on a family…”
“Your Majesty, we must respond,” the Foreign Minister said urgently, “he’s accusing us of war crimes! If we don’t refute this, the International Court might actually start an investigation…”
“How do we refute it?” The Duke of Windsor smiled bitterly, “Most of the videos and files he released are true. Our operations in North America… aren’t exactly noble.”
“But it was to maintain order! To prevent all of North America from descending into anarchy,” the Minister of Defense argued.
“Use massacres to maintain order?” The Queen turned around, her gaze sweeping across each person, “Use secret funds to support thugs? Use ‘accidents’ to cover up political murders?”
The room fell deathly silent.
The Queen closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she had made a decision.
She looked at the Duke of Windsor: “Contact our friends in Washington, Paris, and Berlin. Tell them that the United Kingdom is willing to reassess its policy in North America, willing to support a led peace process. But the prerequisite is that Mexico must stop the unilateral accusations, withdraw those ‘documentary evidence’, and promise not to use the Diana incident for political manipulation.”
“Victor won’t agree,” the Duke of Windsor said.
“Then negotiate.”
“Tell him we can disclose part of the archives, replace the head of the ‘Trustee Committee’, even offer compensation, but Diana’s death must be forever set as an ‘accident’.”
She paused, adding, “If he doesn’t accept, then let them know that although the United Kingdom is old, its teeth are still sharp.”
The Prime Minister hesitated, NMBD, can we even win a fight?
Are you still going to fight?
But finally nodded, “Yes, Your Majesty.”
After everyone left, the Queen remained alone in the study.
She walked to the bookshelf, took out a thick album, and opened it to the photos of Diana when she first joined the Royal Family, a twenty-one-year-old girl, with a radiant smile and eyes full of hope for the future.
“I’m sorry, child,” the Queen said softly, her fingers brushing over the photo, “but the kingdom must endure.”
The Queen looked out the window again.
The rain was still falling.
She recalled her vow at her coronation in 1952: “My whole life, whether it be long or short, shall be devoted to your service.”
Service to whom? The Royal Family? The Empire? Or to those waiting in the rain, holding photos of Diana?
Seventy-one years, and for the first time, the answer to that question was no longer clear.
Mexico City, late at night.
Victor sat in his office, with more than a dozen freshly delivered diplomatic telegrams spread out before him.
France was willing to mediate.
Germany suggested “restraint.”
Big Bear expressed “understanding of Mexico’s stance.”
Panda called for “calm among all parties.”
And Britain… Britain had laid out its conditions.
Casare stood on the side: “The Queen agreed to disclose some archives, replace the head of the Trustee Committee, and even offer compensation. But they demand we withdraw accusations, acknowledge Diana’s death as an accident, and promise not to mention it again.”
“What do you think?” Victor asked.
“From a practical standpoint, it could be acceptable,” Casare said cautiously, “we’ve gained face, forced Britain to publicly admit mistakes, and achieved substance—the Trustee Committee will be restructured, relieving some pressure on us in North America. Moreover, international opinion has begun to shift, and continued pressure might make other countries feel we are unreasonably demanding.”
Victor said nothing.
“If we accept the deal,”
“then the deaths of these people become ‘isolated incidents’. Diana’s death truly becomes an ‘accident’. The British can continue to play the role of civilization, only having made a ‘few errors’. And we got our compensation and shut up.”
He turned around, something burning in his eyes.
“But I don’t want to be a normal country.”
Casare and Bramo exchanged glances, awaiting further words.
“Tell those British hypocrites,” Victor said, “we don’t want compensation, we don’t want replacements, we don’t even need them to publicly admit mistakes.”
Victor spat out two words, “United Nations Special Court, to prosecute the war crimes committed by Britain in North America. Member nations to include Mexico, Canada, France, Germany, Big Bear—all countries with interests in North America. A public trial, globally broadcast, witnesses in court, evidence presented.”
“The world needs a fever to burn away those hypocritical masks. The British think they are still the Sun Never Sets Empire, the United States believes they can make a comeback, Europe thinks they can continue to pillage gracefully. No, the era has changed.”
He turned around, eyes like fire. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
“We are the bell ringers. Diana’s death is the bell toll, Stone Bridge Town’s blood is the bell toll, today’s speech is also the bell toll. We will keep ringing, until the death knell of the old order resounds across the world.”
“The world shouldn’t be this way!”
“The Old Empire that has been arrogant for centuries should be countered by someone!”
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