Gustav Stresemann hurriedly left, and Victor had just sat down for a moment when the Director of the Mexico Counterintelligence General Bureau, Jeff Bennett, arrived.

"You guys just won't let me take a break."

Victor shook his head somewhat helplessly; in gaining power, he also lost his freedom.

"What is it? Is something wrong again?"

"Supreme Leader, Benjamin Netanyahu wants to see you."

"What is that thing?"

Victor blurted out before remembering that when the fleet was delivering weapons to Syria, they had shot down two fighter jets.

Among them, they captured Benjamin Netanyahu, who was a candidate for the head of the Likud Group.

In Syria, he suffered quite a lot of abuse.

He was tied naked to a pickup truck, paraded in Damascus, and this completely broke the face-loving Benjamin Netanyahu.

Israel sent people to rescue him, but all efforts failed, causing domestic outrage.

Some even called for Mossad to kill him to prevent further embarrassment.

But more people still hoped to bring him back.

After all, his family was a renowned noble family in Israel, with members making outstanding contributions and having significant influence in Israel's politics, military, and academic fields.

His grandfather, Nathan, was a Jewish man from Lithuania under Tsarist rule, who chose to emigrate to Poland and eventually moved to Tel Aviv to become a pioneer due to the discrimination and exclusion from the Tsarist regime.

It seems it's not just Little Mustache who discriminates against Jews; next time they should go swim in the ocean.

His brother Jonathan died in the Entebbe rescue operation, being the only casualty.

Israel and some Intent X enthusiasts call him "the strongest special forces soldier," which is ridiculous; how could the strongest die?

"Does he want to surrender?"

Jeff Bennett shook his head, "I don't think he has any such intention."

Victor lay back down again, "Then what's there to talk about? His dad even said on TV..."

"If it takes national interest to exchange for his child, he would rather his son be sacrificed."

"Look at what great parents they are. If he hadn't asked someone to plead for mercy, I would have thought he wanted to be a saint."

Sure enough, you can't believe a word politicians say on TV.

Victor took a deep breath, "Just kill him then, stab him to death above the Grand Commercial Plaza ruins, using his life to commemorate the 277 victims."

"Tomorrow, broadcast globally!"

"I require all available minister-level figures to be present!"

Jeff Bennett nodded slightly, and Casare beside him said, "I'll go make arrangements in a bit."

The Grand Commercial Plaza bombing is a scar that will never fade.

Domestic anti-Intent X sentiment is rising.

Mexico has already been labeled as "one of the most dangerous countries," according to Israeli evaluation.

Jeff Bennett didn't care, like a dog, he started talking about other matters.

"We got a piece of intelligence that Norman Schwartzkopf from the U.S. Pentagon is secretly implementing a new policy."

"What's the detailed content?"

"We're not sure yet; the secrecy level is very high, involving quite a few military generals, specific personnel we also don't know..."

Jeff Bennett spoke with some embarrassment, his old face blushing.

After all, reporting an unconfirmed "message" is pure asking for scolding, isn't it?

But Victor didn't see it that way, knowing the personalities of his three intelligence directors: Jeff Bennett was stable, George Smiley was sinister, and Augustine Przybylski liked to take risks.

To have a cautious person report uncertain information, there must be an issue.

"Do you think there's something fishy?" Мy Virtuаl Librаry Еmpirе (М|V|LЕ1МРYR) thаnks yоu fоr rеаding аt thе sоurсе.

Jeff Bennett nodded very seriously.

Sitting beside him, Casare's eyes lit up, "Could the United States be attempting a military coup?"

"A federal state attempting a military coup? It's like undoing your belt to fart, what's the point?" Victor rolled his eyes.

Fat Casare scratched his head with a grin, indeed, that's exactly the case.

A military coup would lead the states below to rebel the very next day, waving the banner of respecting the king and expelling barbarians.

Places like Texas are just waiting for that.

Victor thought for a moment, looking at him, "I authorize you to temporarily mobilize the Mexico News Bureau and Internal Affairs Bureau. I want to understand what that big fat guy at the Pentagon is doing!"

Jeff Bennett's gaze was a bit nervous; in fact, what he wanted was exactly this, to overshadow the other two colleagues, and the Supreme Leader's glance seemed to see through his little scheme, standing upright, "Yes!"

"You may go now."

He swallowed nervously and slowly backed away; by the time he left Victor's sight, he felt drenched.

The Supreme Leader's gaze was growing deeper.

But thinking of being able to climb above the other two departments, Jeff Bennett couldn't help but grin.

"With more people, these little schemes multiply sometimes."

Victor sighed, stood up, and said to Casare next to him, "Let's go play some basketball."

...

February 28, 1993.

Benjamin Netanyahu, locked in the Internal Affairs Bureau's underground prison, was awakened by a beating.

Mm...

In a physical sense.

Beaten hard with a rubber stick.

After screaming in misery, they yanked him off the bed by his clothes.

"Mr. Benjamin, get ready to hit the road," George Smiley walked in, squinting at him.

Hit the road?

With a face swollen and bruised, Benjamin Netanyahu didn't understand before being dragged out on both sides, then tied without dignity onto a pickup truck, with another prisoner transport.