So many people died in that prison; Victor must have known about it, as George Smiley of the Thirteen Protectors had already reported it.
Internal assessment: Extremely cold-blooded with a touch of cleanliness obsession.
But Victor had a great appreciation for Joachim Ribbentrop's style.
He liked such people.
Jason Bourne responded, inwardly having to marvel at the guy's luck; catch the general's eye, and you're set for a rocket ride to the top!
On the other end, having hung up the phone, Casare quickly sprang into action.
He gathered a few theologians, priests, and nuns to form a secret society with a boldly chosen name.
To ensure their loyalty, they were all formally enlisted, enjoying the civil servant benefits of the Northern Governor's Office, and the salaries were substantial, with the least among them earning 80,000 US dollars a year.
Plus, their families were provided with jobs and school opportunities.
To put it nicely, it was support; to put it unpleasantly, weren't they just hostages?
"The Divine Plan!" If it got out, they would all be dead!
It must be said, with money in place, anything can be arranged.
Mexico City Metropolitan Cathedral!
Located on the north side of Zocalo Square in Mexico City, construction began in 1573, and it wasn't officially completed until after 1823, taking over 200 years, a record in the architectural history of the Americas.
It was choir day, and here people would sing praises all through the night.
And because of the events in the north, there were many who came to pray overnight, more than two hundred people.
A little girl with braided pigtails yawned, lying in her mother's arms, her eyes struggling to stay open. She looked around, hoping to distract herself.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up; pointing at the statue of the Holy Mother, she said in her baby voice, "Mommy, the Holy Mother's bleeding."
The woman who was singing paused, thinking her daughter was joking, but still lifted her head—and her pupils dilated in shock, "Ah!!!"
She screamed out loud.
Disrupting everyone's rhythm, they all looked at her with furrowed brows.
"The Holy Mother... The Holy Mother is crying blood tears!!"
She screamed, pointing at the massive sculpture, her words terrifying everyone; the priest standing below was also quick to look up.
They saw two streams of blood tears seeping from the Holy Mother's eyes.
The priest turned pale, holy shit!
I believe in you, but that doesn't mean you can manifest, I'm not scared you know?
The on-duty priest ran out in panic and disarray, shouting, "This is bad! This is bad!"
The believers were also trembling, rushing outside.
Who would dare stay here in the middle of the night?
About 20 minutes later, a group of religious personnel dressed in priestly robes walked in, led by a Cardinal holding a Bible.
Behind him, the believers and on-duty staff were trembling.
"OMG!" someone from behind exclaimed.
They all looked up, indeed seeing the two streams of blood tears. Several guilty monks fell to their knees on the spot.
In Mexico, religion itself is a place that harbors filth.
"Look, this... this seems to be forming words." It was unclear who shouted from behind.
The leading Cardinal looked up, and saw the blood tears slowly gathering together, seemingly forming a sentence.
His pupils constricted, his mouth half open, and all religious personnel wore a look of terror.
There, written in blood tears, were the words: Victor Carlos Vieri—Holy Spirit, Saint Heir, Holy Father.