Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1835 - 800: Who Did It Doesn’t Matter—Staying Nonstick Does
Capítulo 1835: Chapter 800: Who Did It Doesn’t Matter—Staying Nonstick Does 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
“This is the most insidious part.”
Graham tapped the table, “The assassination itself was already severe enough, and now it’s tied to Diana, this emotional explosive package. The public won’t analyze the authenticity of accents or organizations; they’ll only remember ‘Scottish rebels avenging Diana, almost killing Charles.’ Hatred will ignite quickly.”
The Minister of Internal Affairs rubbed his temples, “Royalist Party groups and right-wing newspapers have already begun to mobilize.”
“We must respond.”
The counter-terrorism chief said, “And we must do it firmly. A prince has been assassinated, an attendant has died in service, if the government continues to show weakness, a parliamentary vote of no confidence will be on the Prime Minister’s desk next week.”
Graham was silent for a long time, then asked the head of technical analysis, “Can the origins of the video and DVDs be traced?”
“The DVD is the most common Verbatim CD-R, available at any computer store. The packaging is supermarket quality. The marker used is a common brand. There are no fingerprints on it. The mailing envelope is a standard commercial envelope, the stamp is an ordinary first-class stamp, the postmark shows it was sent from Glasgow Central Post Office, and it was mailed yesterday afternoon, meaning it was already sent out before the attack happened; they were planning to claim responsibility.”
“A premeditated, well-planned conspiracy with a propaganda goal,” Graham closed his eyes, “Not like McTavish’s rough methods. These are professionals. Just like the Edinburgh bank heist, it’s too ‘clean.'”
“Who do you suspect?” the Minister of Internal Affairs looked directly at him.
Graham did not answer immediately. Flashes of Vienna’s attempted assassination, the Phoenix Society’s internal purges, Mexico’s actions in Guatemala, and those ‘accidents’ targeting UK tech talent… Behind these events, there seems to be an elusive hand skillfully manipulating violence, fear, and public opinion.
“Does it matter who?” he finally said, his voice weary, “What’s important is that we should come up with a plan as soon as possible, the old lady can’t wait.”
Everyone fell silent at this remark.
…
Scotland, thirty miles north of Inverness, a secluded lakeside cabin.
McTavish was staring at the small black-and-white TV, the screen showing the ITV host endlessly analyzing that piece of footage.
There were five other people in the room, all core members who had escaped after the Edinburgh bank robbery.
“True Scottish Freedom Army?” A young man named Robbie sneered, “Who came up with that stupid name? It sounds so tacky.”
“The key is they claimed responsibility for the assassination in Edinburgh!”
Duncan’s brother, Ian Macalock, said with red eyes, “They killed Major Ellis, nearly killed the prince! Now all of the UK will think it was us! The army is really coming!”
“It wasn’t us!”
McTavish growled, “We were hiding, counting money! Who had the time to go to Edinburgh for an assassination? And record it too?”
“Then who was it?” Robbie asked, “The ‘Highland Freedom Army’ is just these few teams, who doesn’t know who? Never heard of anyone pulling off such a big operation.”
“Unless…”
Ian hesitated, “Someone’s trying to frame us?”
“They want more chaos in the UK, maybe even start a war!”
This speculation made everyone in the room feel a chill.
If this is true, they are not just being used but also being turned into scapegoats and bait.
“We need to contact the ‘Alliance,'” McTavish decided, “Find out if it’s them or their ‘friends’ who did it. If it is…” a fierce glint shone in his eyes, “We’re not on the same boat anymore.”
…
Meanwhile, in a safe house somewhere in Glasgow.
Reinhardt turned off the TV. In the room with him was the agent impersonating “Shaun McCormack,” whose real name was Comac, the deputy leader of Hydra’s Europe operations group.
“The video has been broadcasted.”
Comac said, “Better results than expected. The greed of those at ITV helped a lot.”
“What’s the status of the cleanup in Edinburgh?” Reinhardt asked.
“The gunman has been taken to Northern Ireland by fishing boat, from there to fly to Poland. The white van and all clothing have been destroyed. The rifles are stock smuggled thirty years ago from Northern Ireland, untraceable. No trace leads back to us at the scene.”
“How’s Charles doing?”
“Scared out of his wits. Hospital reports say that even after the sedatives wore off, he’s still emotionally shattered, repeatedly having nightmares, unable to speak normally. He won’t be making any public appearances anytime soon. The Royal Family’s image has been severely damaged.”
“What’s the reaction from the Royalist Party and right-wing media?”
“As you predicted, people are outraged. Protests are growing, and calls to send troops to Scotland are getting louder. The Prime Minister is under immense pressure.”
Reinhardt turned around, “Scotland is a powder keg now; he needs to defuse it quickly. A royal assassination, suspicion of an inside job, public anger, military on standby… any step could lead to complete chaos.”
“And what about the Phoenix Society?”
“Friedrich is terrified, hiding in a French manor, afraid to come out. His conference collapsed, with internal suspicion following the Vienna incident. We’ll leak the news through channels that the UK is about to launch an ‘anti-terror strike’ against them. They’ll retreat, hide, but they’ll also hate the British more. The seeds of hatred have been sown, let them tear each other apart.”
Comac looked at Reinhardt with admiration, “All of this was in the plan, officer.”
“A plan?”
Reinhardt shook his head slightly, “Comac, there are no perfect plans. Only making the most of every chaos, turning the enemy’s disasters into our opportunities. The British have created so much trouble for us in North America, Guatemala, and Europe. Now, it’s their turn to feel the pain of having their own house on fire.”
