Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1808 - 796: So Overbearing!!
Capítulo 1808: Chapter 796: So Overbearing!!
Mexico City, National Security Council’s underground briefing room.
The air was filled with the bitter smell of coffee and lingering tobacco scent.
Bennett was trembling slightly, not from fear, but excitement; his eyes were red and somewhat swollen.
“The intelligence has been fully cross-verified and confirmed accurate.”
His voice was hoarse, “Guatemalan President Alfonso Portillo and his core family members, along with Defense Minister Herman Portillo, have effectively betrayed. They have reached a secret agreement with former British intelligence officer, now British Council representative Richard Salisbury.”
On the projection screen, pictures from clandestine meetings at San Jose Manor at night, encrypted financial flow charts, and a document copy marked as a “Border Defense Enhancement Plan” but actually filled with an offensive weapons procurement list, flashed by. The final freeze frame was an intercepted encrypted order from London dated yesterday.
“The British side demands that the Portillo regime, early next week, fabricate an incident near the 14th boundary marker on the Usumacinta River at the Chiapas border, where a ‘Guatemalan patrol is unprovokedly attacked by Mexican Border Guard.'”
“They provided a specific script: a team remotely controlled by British ‘advisors’, wearing Guatemalan military insignia but actually mercenaries, would cross the border to attack one of our outposts, then ‘retreat’ leaving behind bodies and ‘evidence’. Simultaneously, the British and their EU allies would launch a public relations campaign accusing us of ‘aggression’!”
Bennett took a deep breath and pointed a laser pen at several red circles around Guatemala City on the map:
“Alfonso and Herman’s current security is entirely managed by a special unit of the ‘Presidential Guard’ controlled by their family. This approximately 300-person force is fully loyal to the Portillo family, well-equipped, and their bases are dispersed among the Presidential Palace, Ministry of Defense Building, and three suburban safe houses.”
“According to the insider-provided schedule, 48 hours from now, the eve of their planned border incident, Alfonso and Herman will hold the final action meeting at the ‘El Mirador’ Manor located in the southwest of the city. Salisbury is likely to be present. It will be their most concentrated high-level meeting, with relatively peripheral but internally high alert security.”
Casare sat to the left of Victor, saying nothing, just looking toward Victor at the head seat.
Boss Wei leaned back against the chair, eyes fixed on the satellite 3D rendering of the ‘El Mirador’ Manor on the projection.
It was a vast, modern manor featuring both defensive and concealing properties, backed by hills, with only one main road for access, surrounded by open views, and equipped with surveillance and sensors.
“The insider’s reliability?” Victor finally spoke, his voice calm.
“Highest level.”
Bennett said without hesitation, “‘Mole’ is one of Defense Minister Herman’s aides. He has been our man since the military government four years ago, helping us contact Alfonso, who was then an underground party leader. After Portillo came to power, he followed our instructions to lay low, rising to the core circle. This intelligence, including the schedule, guard deployment map, and the manor’s internal structure, was sent by him at great risk. Verification codes match.”
“Do the British know about this insider?”
“The activation and contact of ‘Mole’ is a one-on-one operation, entirely under my direct control, with no Mexican official records. Also, according to ‘Mole’s’ last secret report, the British seem overly confident. They believe the Portillo Brothers’ secrecy and military purges are thorough enough, not conducting deep counter-intelligence investigations within the Guatemalan high ranks. Their focus is mainly on guarding against our external infiltration and border developments.”
Victor nodded, his gaze sweeping across the other people in the conference room:
Bramo’s eyebrows were tightly knit, clearly weighing the possible international impact of military actions on the “Silicon Valley Mexico” project, Anatoly Lunacharsky was expressionless; Zolf Sherman’s eyes were sharp.
“Are the ‘bee swarm’ deployments at the border in place?” Victor asked Zolf Sherman.
“All 144 attack-type ‘Hive-1A’ have arrived at the secret assembly point on the Chiapas front line. The corresponding control station and logistics units are in position and on standby in silent status. Additionally, 48 reconnaissance/electronic warfare type ‘Hummingbirds’ have also been deployed, capable of full-spectrum monitoring and suppression of the designated airspace.” The air force admiral answered succinctly.
“Bennett, continue monitoring, any changes, report immediately. Zolf, keep your ‘bee swarm’ on high alert, but not a leaf is to cross the border without my orders.”
Victor stood up, “Casare and Zolf, come with me, notify Minister Kennedy and Admiral Kitchener, meeting in the operations conference room in half an hour.”
“Yes!” Casare responded immediately, a trace of fierceness flashing in his eyes.
Half an hour later, in the underground operations conference room.
There were no windows here, the walls made of thick sound-absorbing materials, the massive electronic sandbox almost occupied half the room, displaying real-time military dynamics of Mexico and Central America.
Defense Minister Kennedy and Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener were already waiting there.
Victor signaled Bennett to repeat the core intelligence in the most concise language.
After listening, Kennedy was the first to speak, frowning: “The British are playing an overt plot. They calculated that we would not want to be drawn into a border war right now that might trigger international sanctions and disrupt our ‘victim’ and ‘liberator’ image. They want to use Guatemala like a thorn, to sting us, distracting us from our operations in North America and potentially isolating us internationally.”
