Working as a police officer in Mexico

Casare took the first document from the "Mexican Special Joint Operations Department" and went out to burn it.

When I went out, I met a staff member running over in a hurry, "Sir, Officer Kennedy is looking for you."

Fatty Ka frowned and handed the document in his hand to the other party, "Take it and process it."

He just said something casually, and the staff member was a college student before, with little work experience. When he saw the document that the other person handed him casually, he thought it was an ordinary document and threw it into the trash can next to him without even looking at it. inside.

Such a sense of confidentiality!

Sooner or later something goes wrong.

You don't know when intelligence is leaked. If you take a photo, people will know where you are.

There have even been many famous intelligence leaks.

Especially the United States…

There was a first-class soldier who played games and sent more than 3,000 confidential documents to netizens who were also military enthusiasts, including specific data on main battle tanks.

Let’s put it that way at the time.

His gaming friends were also confused.

No brother, are you serious?

The staff just threw the documents in and ignored them.

The work at hand is still busy. There are still many things to do in Hermosillo. Post-war reconstruction and population registration are all busy.

hope…

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Victor, who was in the office, received a call from Tijuana.

"What?"

"31 FBI corpses?"

Victor heard Alejandro's words and was honestly shocked.

That's the FBI!

Let’s put it this way, the CIA is in the country and the FBI can arrest him at will!

In fact, the most legendary time should be said to be when Hoover was there, the CIA asked them to monitor two suspected Soviet spies operating in the United States. Hoover refused on the spot: We are not serving the CIA! You can do this yourself.

The dirty things between the two families revolve around power.

No one is willing to give in.

The CIA's overseas funding is not transparent, and it often does some "interrogation" work. This should be the responsibility of the FBI. Aren't you taking my cake?

I can't kill you at home, but abroad, the CIA can be ruthless.

"It is currently impossible to determine. We only found FBI dog tags in 6 of the corpses. The identities of the others are unknown. The forensic doctor initially determined that the time of death was at least more than a year, and some of them were abused during their lifetime, and even..."

Alejandro hesitated.

"Even what?"

Victor frowned and asked, "Some of their organs are even missing."

Killing people for their organs?

Was it from the FBI?

TMD, the locals shouldn’t be that aggressive, right?

this…

Victor didn't know what to say. His mood was very complicated, and his mind began to spin rapidly. It was a bit difficult to contain the news. For such a big case, he must tell the Americans.

Who knows the real murderer?

Maybe it had been swept away by Victor a long time ago.

He was wondering if he could embrace the FBI's lap inside. The DEA was too weak, so he wanted to go away by recruiting allies.

Make friends a lot and make enemies hard!

"Did you find any CIA signs at the scene?" Victor suddenly asked.

Alejandro was startled and frowned.

He didn't understand what the other person meant.

If it were Casare, he would definitely say, "Boss, the CIA's bodily fluids were discovered."

As for why it was discovered, the devil knows why.

Maybe the CIA's body fluids can be stored for a long time?

"Did you find anything about the CIA?" Victor raised his voice again. This guy probably didn't want to make progress. He really couldn't understand the meaning behind his words.

Just let him get something and get it to the CIA.

If there is no murderer, create a murderer.

It's all the CIA's fault anyway.

The FBI may care about who killed their employee, but they would definitely prefer the CIA to be defeated. You are their biological son, and so am I. Don't think that your "father" is now in charge, but I am still the prince.

Alejandro understood now, he was silent for a moment, "The CIA badge was found in a man's abdominal cavity."

Victor responded, "Find a reporter to spread the word. If someone comes to interview you, just say that this is only temporary evidence, and the specific murderer cannot be determined yet."

Answer the question with an ambiguous answer.

The more deliberately you act as a riddler, the "uncrowned king" will mark the answers for you. Reporters... only pursue the truth!

Whatever is exciting, pursue it.

The lives of 31 FBI employees were lost on the CIA's head. Let's see if Director William Webster, who was in trouble himself, will step down.

"Ming...understand."

"Well, let the bullets fly in the United States for a while. It would be more interesting if the CIA and FBI were fighting each other on the street." Victor said with a smile and hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy tone from the phone.

Alejandro leaned back on the boss's chair, sweating a little.

Victor is planning to screw the CIA to death!

His expression was slightly struggling.

He just wants to show off his power in Mexico, and Victor said he would keep climbing up there. Will Kwaukemot be the one from now on?

But Alejandro has very mixed emotions about America.

He also used to yearn for it.

Now...even more yearning!

It's not a good idea to offend the CIA.

But can it offend Victor?

If he doesn't do what the other party does, with Alejandro's understanding, he can take back what he can give to himself!

"Hoo~"

Take a deep breath, open your mouth and breathe out, hold down the phone, "Have James Ryan come to my office."

…

U.S. time, 9 p.m.

At the Hermosillo Airport.

A C-130 taxied on the runway with its lights flashing.

You should come with AC-130 attack aircraft, so you don't need to send people.

However, Yingjiang still wants face and reputation now. Why are they going to blow up their new judicial building when it comes to anti-drug control?

Should I still be the Latin American boss?

The most important thing is that Mao Xiong is not dead yet, and there is still pressure. After the millennium, all moral integrity will be lost.

I said 100,000 barrels of oil!

Yes, it will be shipped on board today.

You don't want to do it?

Then I'll do it by myself, Xiao Tiantian, I'm older, please bear with me.

After the C-130 stopped, the hatch opened, and Jonatan Panier walked out wearing a desert-colored body armor, followed by members of the High-Risk Target Apprehension Team (HEAT).

Victor smoked a cigarette and looked at the equipment.

Really rich as hell.

An RO727 rifle equipped with a tactical light and reflex sight, which is a type of CAR-15, and also equipped with an M733 silencer.

Several people carried M72 LAW anti-tank rocket launchers, and some were equipped with M203 grenade launchers.

Victor also saw three snipers, equipped with Barrett M82A1s, which are not currently equipped in Delta State.

Your DEA actually used it first.

Victor was startled when he saw Jonatan Panier's attire, "Are you leading the team?"

"I used to be a member of the High Risk Target Apprehension Team (HEAT). I came here because Mexico lacked a supervisor. But for this operation, I am responsible for the DEA."

No wonder he is tall and thick, he came from a military camp.

"Hear our plan first."

"certainly."

Victor then told him the plan. Jonathan Panier was startled. Use C-130 to confuse the CIA?

Then take a private jet?

What kind of play is this?

"This this…"

Jonathan Panier frowned subconsciously. As a traditional American, he was still very proud. All the plans of the DEA Operations Department were overturned, which made him feel uncomfortable.

"Man, I would rather hold a celebration party for you than a memorial service. You don't want to lie in the cold national cemetery, right?"

"Of course not! My wish is to stuff the ashes into a rocket and fly into the sky!"

MD, Americans all want to be Sky Monkeys.

"It will come true." Victor said casually and looked at his watch, "What do you think?"

It's about to take off, you ask me how it is.

Is it possible to go back home?

Like that "fishing fairy" Sasaki? The longest surviving kamikaze fighter.

Jonathan Panier could only agree, looking at him deeply, "I hope your plan will go smoothly."

Victor just nodded and walked towards the EDM team members not far away.

"stand at attention!"

Seeing him coming, Kennedy shouted, and all the police officers stood upright.

"Gentlemen, how about EDM?"

The police officers were startled, but someone immediately replied, "Cow!"

"Ready to go?"

"everything's ready!"

"The fists of Colombian drug traffickers are ambushed here. Believe me, this will be a fierce battle. We have rehearsed the entire plan countless times, but from the moment you land, the plan is worthless."

"You can be sure we're going to have brothers die in action, I can guarantee that for you. Don't let your emotions get the best of you, there are 8 million residents in that city, and there could be 10,000 enemies. When I go home, I don't want to be in shame." Go back. I don’t want to stay up all night worrying about whether I made the right decision or not.”

Victor looked at the familiar face in front of him and raised his hand.

"Twenty years from now, you'll be glad you fought in this war, and you'll be sitting by the fireplace with your grandson sitting on your knee and asking you, 'Grandpa, what were you doing in Operation Gothic Snake?'" "You don't have to cough awkwardly, move your grandson to the other knee, and say hesitantly: "Ah... Grandpa, I was shoveling manure." "Brothers, you can look him straight in the eyes and say confidently: 'Grandson, grandpa, I fought side by side with that son of a bitch Victor Carlos Vieri in EDM, the Mexican anti-drug force!"

"For the ideal of mankind!"

"For a blue and clear world!"

"For there to be no more drugs in this world, for everyone to have a smiling face, and for children not to have to panic."

Victor paused, with tears in his eyes, "For the greatest cause of mankind!"

"charge!"

Kennedy and other EDM police officers heard this pre-war mobilization and raised their hands excitedly, "Charge! Charge! Charge!"

Jonatan Panier and the members of the High Risk Target Apprehension Team (HEAT) watched this scene, and they were quiet.

That was a night.

That's a man talking about his dreams to his warriors. Don't laugh at their unrealism. Listen, there is too much noise in this world, but there are always people who are giving silently.

Jonatan Panier looked at Victor's back, and he also felt the charm of the other person, which was extremely provocative, and his heart surged when he heard it.

A beam of moonlight shone down, but it seemed to be particularly partial to him, illuminating the majesty of his body.

Jonathan Panier smiled and murmured something lowly.

"Son of a bitch Victor Carlos Vieri!"

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