Working as a police officer in Mexico

Ali is currently 17 years old and belongs to the "Saddam Youth Group"!

This organization, also known as the "Saddam's Young Lions," was a paramilitary group established by Iraq's eldest son, Uday Hussein, in the 1990s, mostly from Saddam's hometown, Tikrit, and surrounding areas, directly loyal to the Saddam Family.

Equivalent to... hometown militia.

Uday once planned to send them to the United Kingdom, Iran, and the Kurdish Autonomous Region, targeting figures like the Iraqi opposition leader in exile in London, Ahmed Chalabi, uh... the visa didn't pass, couldn't move, plan canceled.

This time, 15 "young lions," including Ali, infiltrated Geneva twenty days ago with the help of the Iraqi representative, under the guise of "exchange and study."

Very smoothly!

After entering, they mixed into the United Nations' outsourced catering company, waiting for an opportunity inside.

Today!

The opportunity has arrived!

Following the order of the great Babylon Lion, Middle East Emperor, King of Kings' son, Uday Hussein, to give these people a taste!

Ali slung a bag across his shoulder, holding an MP3 player, rushed out of the restaurant with his "captain," seeing the surveillance overhead, a smile appeared on his cold face, with dimples, and he made a "yeah" gesture.

"Something's happened!!"

There were also employees in the surveillance, seeing a dozen armed personnel rushing out of the restaurant, terrified, they slapped the red button on the control panel.

Woo—

Woo woo woo—

The piercing sound of an air raid siren suddenly resounded through the United Nations Building in Geneva.

This also seemed like an order...

There are actually no troops in the Palais des Nations; daily security is the responsibility of the United Nations Security and Safety Service, whose members are all civilian police or professional security personnel, not military.

Their weapons are based on demilitarization, defensiveness, and minimal force principles!

Mainly equipped with 9mm Glock Sig Sauer pistols.

Upon hearing the alarm, these people came rushing over with guns.

"Take the elevator! Elevator!" A bald Swede shouted, called seven security personnel from his team to squeeze into the elevator, while the others ran up the stairs.

Ali, in the hallway, aimed his gun and fired at people he saw ahead.

Uday's order was:

Today, the Palais des Nations is hell!

As he was shooting at the bodies, he heard the sound of the elevator coming up, turned his head, and saw the floor display...

2...

3...

4...

Ali turned his head, pulled the gun's bolt, grinned viciously, and waited for the elevator to arrive.

Ding—

As soon as the door opened, the bald Swede inside had just prepared to rush out with his men, only to see a young man standing at the door, very dark, eyes fierce, and waved to him, "Bye-bye."

Ratatatatatatata—

A burst of bullets came over, turning the security personnel in the elevator into a sieve.

Blood splattered everywhere, covering the entire elevator.

Ali pulled out a hand grenade from his bag, pulled the pin, threw it inside the elevator, and covered his ears...

Boom!

Shattered limbs flew everywhere.

They didn't even say two words when they came up; they just went to the afterlife.

Suddenly, a phrase sprang up: The Iron Blood Youth Group welcomes the General Leader!

Came out and dropped dead.

Ali, eyes blood-red with killing frenzy, headed towards the central conference hall.

And at that moment, the heads and leaders inside the meeting also noticed something was wrong.

The British representative was eloquently speaking above when the emergency alarm echoed from north to south, leaving everyone baffled, wondering what was happening. Just feeling confused, the noise below gradually grew louder.

Mexican Commissioner Joachim Ribbentrop and his deputy Arthur Zimmerman exchanged glances.

"I feel something's wrong..."

"I feel it too!"

"Let's have everyone stay cautious," Joachim Ribbentrop frowned and said.

Bang!!!

The door of the central conference hall suddenly shook, and then they saw a tall White man in a suit rush in, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

"There are terrorists!!"

He screamed and just as he spoke, gunfire erupted from behind, a barrage of bullets shredded his body into a bloody mess.

Joachim Ribbentrop's pupils suddenly contracted!!

The door was pushed open; Ali grinned as he walked in, looked at these well-dressed representatives, then at his own attire, he had a moment of a morbid frenzy, "Good evening, gentlemen!"

"Run!"

Someone shouted, and everyone fled in panic, completely at a loss.

Remember this...

You can never outrun bullets, instead of running, it's better to find a place to hide, at least... you can live a little longer.

Joachim Ribbentrop, seeing the other side firing, felt something was wrong, and grabbed Arthur Zimmerman, telling the members of the Mexican delegation behind them, "Follow me!"

He wasn't lacking in courage, but there were a few in the team who hadn't seen battle, mainly women responsible for text work; their faces turned pale, but the survival instinct still made them tightly follow the team.

The group fled towards the side door.

While running, Joachim Ribbentrop pulled out his phone to call his friend, Barney Ross, the vice principal of the Mexico Special Forces School, currently on a business trip in Sweden.

"Hey, buddy, what's up? Why suddenly give me a call?" On the other end, there was the dynamic sound of music and girls' screams could be heard.

"Help! Help!"

Joachim Ribbentrop said in one breath, "There are terrorists in the United Nations Building, come save us!"

Barney Ross's pupils dilated, pushing away the naked woman dancing on him, walked to the door, "I'm coming right away, hang in there, find a good place to hide."