Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 478 - 320: It’s Truly a Beautiful Scenery!_2

On January 2, Detroit, where the black population is thickest, erupted in protest marches that clashed with local police. Furthermore, Molotov cocktails were used to attack government institutions, with participant numbers exceeding 250,000. For a time, they couldn’t be stopped. Michigan State National Guard intervened, but unexpectedly, there was substantial gunfire among the black population!

Including but not limited to AK47s, as well as some heavy machine guns!

The unrest gradually evolved into dissatisfaction with the U.S. Government.

On January 3, Miami, Washington, Los Angeles, Houston, and several other cities joined in response. Over 1 million black people took to the streets, shouting the name Martin Luther King.

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A group of American black people armed with Scorpion submachine guns rushed into Miami City Hall, holding up significant figures who were in a meeting there.

It was clear to all, this protest march had turned into a carnival of criminals!

This gang that hijacked the city hall, they were no good; they were a local gang of African descent, involved in drug trafficking, human trafficking, and even smuggling. They did it all.

They wanted to pull a big job this time, but they were completely… brain dead.

Do you even understand the mindset of black people?

Thinking this was an opportunity to make a name for themselves?

That night, heavily armed SWAT teams raided the city hall and killed 11 robbers inside. Miami then began full military management.

On January 5, a total collapse!

Though black Americans are a minority, there are still millions of them. What’s meant by an overwhelming force, this is it!

Meanwhile, at the CIA office in Langley.

The new Director Stanfield Turner, looking serious in a military uniform, appeared very strict, even his hair seemed like it was standing at attention.

He was taking residence in Langley for the second time!

Serving from March 9, 1977, to January 20, 1981, he was the successor to Old Bush, and he did quite well during his term. After all, those were the years the Soviet Union was challenging the world. Maintaining operations during that period without being eliminated by the KGB, he certainly was skilled.

After two consecutive CIA directors died, Old Bush couldn’t sit still any longer. He personally went to bring back Stanfield Turner to sit in control and suppress the rising dissatisfaction within the CIA.

He was also an admiral in the Navy and had quite good relationships within the military.

"As soon as I took office, they gave me a big gift," he muttered to himself, sitting opposite a few upper-level CIA members who glanced at each other and shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

"Who in the CIA killed that black devil? Did you find him? What about his intelligence?" he asked three questions in rapid succession, making the Personnel Deputy Director sweat profusely as he stood up, "Director, the man has run away. We found out it was a member named Augustus from Team Three and another employee named Kenya. Augustus has been with the CIA for six years. He’s always been diligent. We... we didn’t see this coming."

"Six years, huh..."

Director Stanfield Turner exhaled heavily, "Why would a six-year veteran want to kill a black man? Don’t tell me about political leanings. Did you investigate his intelligence?"

The deputy director shook his head awkwardly.

"Then what are you sitting there for? Do I need to assign tasks for you? You idiot, go and clear up his personal relationships!" Stanfield Turner snapped, grabbing an ashtray and throwing it, startling the other party who darted out in a panic.

"Three days, if you can’t figure out the problem, I’ll solve you as the problem, get out!"

The others hastily agreed and scurried out.

Standing at the door, they looked at each other and simultaneously sighed.

"This tyrant..." one deputy director couldn’t help but complain.

"Shh, you want to get killed? Stop the nonsense, or you’ll end up assigned to the reservoir, let’s go!"

Of course, Stanfield Turner could understand how his subordinates would curse at him, but he didn’t care. He was here to work, not to socialize. These waste, they need to understand who’s the boss.

He furrowed his brow, holding an analysis report in his hand. Black Americans across the country were being "dragged" into this, the most ideal economic losses could rise to hundreds of billions, and many lives could be lost!

With decades of experience in intelligence work, he could tell there definitely were forces behind pushing this riot!

The air was infused with the scent of adversaries.

Who could it be?

The KGB?

The very thought of this name gave him a headache.

The Soviet Union seemed like it was dying, but the CIA still dared not provoke the KGB too much. Why? Those people are madmen.

The Soviets didn’t understand how to wage war, but they... they weren’t afraid to die.

But he shook his head again. This shadowy kind of work was too meticulous, completely unlike the Soviet style. An idea suddenly flashed in Director Stanfield Turner’s mind.

Mexico!?

"Could it be them?"

...

Mexico, at a junkyard in Mexicali!

Guiding this massive black rebellion, Augustus and another person sat fearfully in an office.

They had barely escaped!

Who knew how much they had suffered.

Riding in that garbage truck to the border, they were nearly suffocated by the smell. Now, it was said they were both wanted back home!

Augustus had a bit of regret in his heart.

Squeak~

The door of the office was pushed open from the outside, startled, the two looked over only to see a man wearing sunglasses enter, followed by some very efficient-looking people.