Chapter 1326: Chapter 644: No One Understands Drug Traffickers Better Than We Do!
The chaos in front of Buckingham Palace spread through London like a plague, accompanied by other cities.
The crowd assaulting the palace gates saw a glimmer of victory, that symbol of the Empire’s heart groaned and deformed under the violent impact, finally crashing open!
Surging tides of people flooded into the palace that once represented supreme authority, like a dam bursting. Passerby’s phone cameras faithfully recorded this scene, representing the “Sun Never Sets” fortress, breached by its own people.
This image was more devastating than any Drug Lord’s humiliation broadcast, instantly igniting a nuclear blast of global public opinion and grinding the face of the British Empire thoroughly into the muck.
Facing this unprecedented crisis, the remnants of the Royal Family and the Cabinet finally realized that silence equaled death.
After being urgently relocated to a safe but symbolically inferior place, Queen Elizabeth II, this old lady who had weathered countless storms, had to step in front of the cameras herself.
She appeared in a hastily arranged press room, the backdrop was solemn yet somewhat rushed, dark curtains.
Her voice was heavy, with tears still hanging in her cloudy eyes:
“My citizens.” Her voice, through the microphone, spread across the country and to the world, “At this moment, the images on the streets of London, and the suffering endured by our soldiers far away in Medellin, make my heart wrench.
“Violence is not the solution to problems, it will only bring deeper wounds and devastation. In the name of the Queen, I implore everyone to maintain calm and restraint.”
She paused slightly, as if piercing through the lens, staring at each angry citizen and each soldier struggling in despair in Medellin, speaking with a sympathetic tone, “To the brave soldiers trapped in Medellin, I assure you, your country has not forgotten you, we are using every possible means, at any cost, to bring you home safely! Hold on, rescue is on the way!”
Her tone was earnest, her posture lowered to its utmost, trying to use the dignity and promises of the Royal Family to soothe the boiling public resentment, gaining a precious time window for the rescue, before the camera, she was desperately portraying herself as the symbol of national unity and hope.
This woman…
Can really act.
However, beyond the camera, in the airtight room of the safe house, that facade of forced calm was gone, the Queen faced with the newly appointed acting Defense Minister shoved into the storm and the equally flustered Prime Minister, a hint of fatigue and anxiety could hardly be concealed in her voice:
“Gentlemen, the children in Medellin suffer every minute, and the situation in London is equally precarious. We must come up with effective actions immediately! Any method, I mean any, as long as it can rescue our soldiers and stop this disaster from spreading!”
The acting Defense Minister’s face was ashen, his lips trembled, unable to speak a complete sentence.
Damn it, why did he have to be the acting Defense Minister, truly unlucky!
The Prime Minister was like an ant on a hot pan, his mind a chaotic mess, conventional diplomatic mediations, military pressure had long been proven ineffective.
In desperation, an extremely absurd, immensely dangerous thought slithered into his mind like a Poison Snake — making a deal with the drug trafficker.
“Your Majesty perhaps… perhaps we should try… another… communication channel?” The Supreme Leader’s voice was dry, his eyes evasive, not daring to directly face the Queen, “A… more direct… perhaps a way to bypass the deadlock… private contact?”
The Queen tiredly closed her eyes, did not immediately object, which was almost equivalent to acquiescence.
On the edge of Royal dignity and national survival, she chose the latter, even if it was negotiating with drug traffickers—a poisoned cup antidote.
The Prime Minister felt as though pardoned, immediately used the most secretive, most shady “backdoor” channels of the intelligence department, bypassing all official diplomatic procedures, sending a signal almost pleading to the core layer of the Medellin Drug Lord group.
The content of the message was filled with raw despair and compromise:
“We understand your power and demands, for the safety of the trapped soldiers’ lives, we are willing to discuss, substantive compensation, including, but not limited to large cash payments, specific non-strategic weapon systems, even considering future ‘non-interference’ in certain domains. Please state your terms, everything is negotiable, just to ensure the safe release of our soldiers. Please keep confidentiality.”
To prevent being discovered, they still found an intermediary Facilitator to pass it on.
This secret message, brimming with humiliation and appeasement, sank like a stone into the sea, while London’s decision-makers counted seconds like years.
However, what they awaited was not a negotiation representative but another global resounding bolt of humiliation!
Right after the echoes of the Queen’s televised speech faded, while the tense atmosphere on the streets of London slightly eased, Medellin’s Drug Lord “media center” activated again.
This time, they broadcast not bloody images but crystal-clear recordings.
Recordings where the interaction between an intermediary and the drug trafficker was exposed.
The opposite represented the United Kingdom promised them as long as the captured British Army was let off.
“Large cash payments, specific weapon systems, future non-interference, everything is negotiable…”
Every word was like a red-hot branding iron, scorching the already bloodied faces of the British Royals and government!
When the recording ended, that familiar Drug Lord head once more occupied the center of the screen.
He held a player in his hand, his face was one of undisguised, like a cat playing with a Rat, cruel smile: