Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1826 - 799: The World Has Suffered England For Too Long! (Part 3)

"What's the British reaction?"

"Anxious but powerless. They know there are external forces meddling in Scotland and suspect it's us, but they have no evidence. MI6's resources in Europe are heavily stretched: some are watching us, others are tracking the Phoenix Society, and still more are dealing with the fallout from the Diana incident. The Royal Family has demanded a thorough investigation into the photo leak's source, which is consuming a lot of manpower."

Victor smiled, "Good. Once the situation in Scotland escalates, I want you to contact MI6 through secret channels, stating that Mexico is willing to 'share intelligence on the Phoenix Society' to help them eliminate this 'common European threat.'

"As long as they make concessions in the North American Trust Zone. The Foreign Ministry will draft specific terms, but the core demands are: the United Kingdom should cease troop buildups in the Great Lakes Region, withdraw half of the existing 'advisors,' and allow Mexican 'humanitarian observers' into their controlled zones."

Reinhardt frowned, "Will they agree? Scottish separatism is a domestic issue, North America is their core interest."

"That's why you need to make the threat of the Phoenix Society look significant."

Victor said, "It's not 'a few madmen seeking independence,' but 'Habsburg remnants attempting to restore an empire in Europe and sponsoring terrorism to destabilize the British foundation.' Show them evidence: funding streams, weapon transaction records, even internal discussions from the Phoenix Society about 'dismantling the United Kingdom,' mixing real and fake to make them believe."

"Understood."

Reinhardt noted, "One more issue. Our recruitment of European scientists is facing resistance; the United Kingdom, France, and Germany are all increasing surveillance. For red-marked targets, we may need to use extreme measures, including faking deaths or kidnapping family members for leverage. We need your explicit authorization."

Victor was silent for a few seconds, "We are not bandits, and we can't treat all talents as war trophies."

"Understood."

"Additionally, prioritize safety."

"Europe is not our home front, every step requires caution. If things go wrong, protect personnel first; assets can be lost."

"Yes, Leader."

Reinhardt leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes in contemplation.

"Notify the Munich team to start preparing for 'Heisenberg Operation,' target: Doctor Wolfgang Schmidt, quantum computing expert, chief researcher at the Max Planck Institute in Germany. Requirement: complete the transfer within three weeks."

"Understood."

December 18, 1996, Scotland, Glasgow.

The National Tax Building sat in the old district of the city center, a five-story granite structure built in the Victorian Era.

At 4:10 PM, it was already dark, and the streetlights were gradually lighting up.

Duncan crouched at a third-floor window of the building opposite, observing through binoculars. He wore a postman's uniform, with an empty mail bag beside him, stolen, while the real postman was tied up in a warehouse on the city outskirts.

"The armored transport is here," he said into the microphone beneath his collar.

At the street corner, a black armored vehicle slowly approached and stopped at the back door of the National Tax Building. Two security guards got out, wearing bulletproof vests, with handguns at their waists. The driver stayed in the vehicle, the engine still running.

The building's back door opened, and three tax officials pushed out two carts piled with metal cash boxes.

Every Wednesday was cash tax day; small merchants around were used to paying taxes in cash, which would be transported to the central bank that evening. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Team A, get ready," Duncan whispered.

Across the street in a van, four masked men prepared themselves. They were McTavish's core members, tasked with launching an attack while the guards were moving the cash boxes.

The plan was simple: use smoke grenades to create chaos, subdue the guards, seize the cash boxes, and retreat via one of three routes, each with an escape vehicle arranged. The whole operation had to be completed in three minutes, as Glasgow Police Headquarters was just an eight-minute drive away.

But plans never keep up with changes.

Just as the guards lifted the second cash box, an unexpected twist occurred.

A window on the fourth floor of the National Tax Building suddenly opened. A man in a tax uniform leaned out, holding a loudspeaker: "Police! Drop your weapons! You are surrounded!"

Duncan's heart stopped.

Betrayed!

Almost simultaneously, three police cars rushed out from the street corner, lights flashing but sirens silent. More officers poured out from adjacent buildings' doors, at least twenty officers, all armed.

"Retreat!" Duncan shouted into the microphone, "Retreat! It's a trap!"

But it was already too late.

As the van door was barely half open, a stun grenade was thrown inside. The intense light and loud noise instantly incapacitated those inside the van. The police rushed forward, dragging them out and pinning them to the ground.

At the rear door, two guards suddenly pulled out submachine guns from behind the cash boxes—they weren't guards but undercover SWAT officers. The three "tax officials" also drew handguns, aiming at the attackers attempting to flee.

Gunfire erupted.

One attacker was shot in the chest and fell. Another fired two shots at the police, shattering a police car's windows but was quickly suppressed by crossfire, hit multiple times.

"Callum!" Duncan saw the fallen attacker—it was his nephew, only nineteen.

He grabbed the AK-74 at his feet, pushed open the window, and sprayed bullets downward.

Bullets struck the police car's hood, sparks flying. A policeman was hit in the shoulder, screaming as he fell.

"There's someone upstairs!" The police looked up, bullets whizzing towards Duncan.

Duncan ducked his head, as splinters and glass fragments sprayed across his face.

He heard heavy footsteps in the stairwell; the police were coming upstairs.

He kicked the door open and dashed towards the safety passage at the end of the corridor. According to the "Sean" provided blueprint, it should lead to a skybridge to the adjoining building.