Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 209 Loyalty is not absolute, which means absolute disloyalty!

In fact, when entertaining American guests, there are many pairs of eyes watching.

Victor is so famous.

As a person in power, everything you poop has great research value. Take the CIA for example. It is said that it has a department of agents that collects the feces, saliva and sex fluid of bosses in various countries, because from these things, you can see to his physical condition.

Some eyes found that in this atmosphere, there was a missing person.

Alejandro!

The number three figure in the "Victor Military Group" who is generally considered by the outside world has not been heard from for a while.

A bunch of people with evil intentions smelled something from this.

Could it be...

Victor has a problem with Alejandro? Was he excluded from the core group?

! ! !

Then you have to think carefully about it.

A luxury neighborhood in Tijuana.

Most of the top executives of the "Victor Military Group" live here. It used to be a real estate run by the Tijuana drug cartel. After they were wiped out, it was naturally returned to the public.

The smallest ones are about 700 square meters, including a small swimming pool. The Benjamin brothers used to build the properties to bribe some high-ranking officials, so there are even very private places inside.

Victor adheres to the policy of high salary and integrity, and does not exclude his subordinates from living in luxury houses. As long as you are good, the boss will take you to eat and drink.

In Villa No. 3, this is Alejandro’s house. His wife and children are in the United States. In his mind, the education, medical care and environment there must be better than here. Perhaps, even if Victor works hard for a hundred years, Mexico is just Mexico.

The United States is number one in the world!

In the study.

He was immersed in writing in his diary, turning on the desk lamp, and could vaguely see scattered words, but he could also occasionally see one or two complete sentences.

"Victor is becoming more and more authoritarian. I am not very satisfied with his style. He leaves no room for action and wants to eradicate everything he does. Privately, many people say that he is more like a tyrant. Perhaps, Mexico cannot do so under his guidance. Bringing true peace.”

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Is Alejandro rebellious?

His brows were furrowed, and his dissatisfaction with Victor was actually written between the lines, especially when the other party asked him to falsify "31 FBI" corpses, which made him even more unhappy as a "spiritual American".

He is the governor of Baja California, why does it feel like the power belongs to Victor?

Not everyone wants to be Casare.

But he did not dare to express some opinions publicly, and could only write some complaints in his diary privately.

Dong Dong Dong~

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who!" Alejandro raised his head suddenly and quickly closed the diary. His heart was beating fast, as if he had been caught in an affair.

"First...Sir, the guard contacted us. There was a man outside the gate who said he was your friend." The servant outside the door was startled by the other person's tone and said tremblingly. The Filipino servant was quite fluent in Spanish.

friend?

Alejandro pondered for a moment, "Ask him to wait for me in the living room."

The servant responded and ran downstairs.

He closed the notebook. This diary had a lock and could be locked. It required a three-digit password, and then he put the notebook in the safe.

It seems that he also knows that the things inside are important.

After putting on my clothes and going downstairs, I happened to see a servant walking in with a white man. The man was very well-proportioned, wearing a hat and a white suit. When he saw Alejandro, he bowed slightly.

But he didn't know this person at all, and his heart tightened.

"Don't be nervous, sir, I'm here with good intentions." The other party may have noticed Alejandro's nervousness and said with a smile.

"Can you bring me a cup of coffee? No sugar, please put some milk. Thank you." The white man glanced at the servant's gentle mouth. The latter looked at the master. Alejandro hesitated and nodded, and the servant walked quickly. Go into the next door kitchen.

"Who are you?"

"My name is West, and I serve the CIA. Mr. Alejandro, do you want to overthrow Victor's brutal rule?"

…

Wow!

It suddenly started raining heavily in Tijuana.

Outside the villa area.

A van, with the windshield wipers on and the sound a bit harsh, but without the lights on, looked weird.

In the car, there are a lot of... listening devices!

These people are apparently from the Mexican Ministry of Information.

"Head! There's a situation." A monitoring officer with headphones suddenly said. Sitting next to him, a senior intelligence officer with long hair who looked like a rock singer: George Smiley was smoking a cigarette when he heard this. He raised his head like a sloth.

The expression is a bit lifeless.

Who really likes working overtime at night?

That damn Jason Bourne, CNMD.

Sure enough, it is routine practice at the grassroots level to scold leaders.

Whenever you scold your boss at work and your colleague is embarrassed and doesn't say anything, you have to wonder if the two of them are related.

"Let it out," said George Smiley, taking a drag on his cigarette.

The monitor quickly pressed the button.

Then it was played from inside, "I serve the CIA, Mr. Alejandro, do you want to overthrow Victor's brutal rule?"

"Cough cough cough!!"

George Smiley took a puff of cigarette directly from his ears, coughed violently, and finally panic appeared on his face.

Hold!

Can you say this?

In fact, their Mexican news department has been eyeing a lot of foreign spies for a long time. They are not freeloaders. If Victor throws money away, the whole of Tijuana is like shit. I know what you ate yesterday.

The reason why I didn't catch him was because I wanted to take a long shot and catch the big fish.

But who knew that this British guy would come directly to Alejandro? !

Want to instigate rebellion against him? !

George Smiley looked at the monitor nervously, and he could even hear heavy breathing inside. These houses were all bugged when they were distributed.

The Mexican Ministry of Information, chartered by the royal power, is very powerful.

They are not controlled by anyone. If they are in other places, they can even apply for cooperation with the anti-drug forces, but they can only mobilize a maximum of 50 people. More people require higher authority.

Except for Victor, all the top officials of the anti-drug force are under surveillance.

Including Casare.

After about ten seconds, Alejandro's voice came, "Please get out! OUT! You are not welcome here, Mr. West!"

George Smiley's heart sank. As an agent, he knew that Alejandro should actually have some fluctuations in his heart.

Loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal!

This sentence suddenly rang in his mind.

Could it be that Alejandro really has this idea?

No way…

He is the third person in the anti-drug force!

George Smiley's eyes twitched and he continued to listen carefully.

"You should know what Victor is doing. He has destroyed a lot of balance. The most important thing is that he lacks respect and fear for the CIA. This is very irrational behavior. We are happy to support a pro-American person. We can help You overthrow him, even Cuauquemot, and Mexico should call your name."

"Your children can go to the best schools in the United States, your wife will fulfill her ideals in the United States, and you will become a friend of the CIA and a brother of the United States. We can even award you a medal for your efforts in promoting the United States and Mexico. Relationship efforts.”

"And Victor? He can only lead Mexico astray and pull him down. If you sit in his position, you will do better than him. We at the CIA are also willing to help you fight drugs across the country. I swear in the name of God."

The CIA bastard made the offer in a very seductive tone.

These people actually spoke in the name of God?

Don’t be ashamed either!

But in Latin America, they have this ability, so I can do whatever I want!

George Smiley rubbed his sweaty palms and was so nervous that he couldn't breathe. He knew that he might be witnessing the first internal conflict in the anti-drug force? ? ? ?

When an organization develops to this point, there will always be people who want to drift away.

Without Victor, would he be the governor of California?

No!

He is still the shabby director who cowers in the National Prison Bureau. Ordinary criminals can slap him. Who gave him his current dignity and status?

"What do you need me to do?" Alejandro murmured softly, his voice was very soft, as if he couldn't get over the moral criticism in his heart, but he couldn't help it.

Everyone in the van was breathing heavily.

George Smiley raised his head, closed his eyes, sighed, and when he opened them again, "Report this matter and let Mr. Victor know as soon as possible."

"Head, this... this..." Someone next to him hesitated and spoke.

"What? Do you also want to betray?" George Smiley narrowed his eyes, "If you want to die, tell me and I will help you find a place to rest."

The subordinate's scalp was numb and he did not dare to speak immediately.

Someone nearby quickly called the person on duty at the headquarters.

And in the monitor, the sound of conversations was heard one after another.

"Your choice is correct, sir. In Latin America, if we at the CIA want to help you sit in the position of speaker, you don't have to worry. You should think about how you should sit up!"

"But now is not the time to overthrow him. We need to prepare. Now we just want to know where his weapons come from? How many soldiers does he have? Is there anyone behind him?"

"I don't know." Alejandro said directly.

This immediately confused the other party. He frowned and asked, "You don't know? You are the third person."

"Victor never lets me manage military affairs, nor does he allow me to inspect any troops without permission. I am only responsible for civil affairs, but... he also completely delegates power to me!"

Alejandro became more and more excited as he talked, "I am only 40 years old, and I still want to work hard, so he treats me like a mascot. I go to work and get off work every day, and I am so idle!"

George Smiley, who was monitoring the situation, half-opened his mouth when he heard this.

Isn't it... bad to go to work and do nothing, live in a luxury house, and get paid on time every month?

But people are different.

Some people are eager to get off work, others want to showcase their talents.

The pursuit is different.

The choices are also different.

In the Mexican News Department, the colleague on duty quickly recorded the incident and found the boss Jason Bourne. When the other party saw it, his buttocks felt like they were on fire, and he rushed to Victor's office in a hurry.

The staff on the road looked surprised when they saw him like this. When had Jason been so panicked?

He knocked on the door of Victor's office, where he was chatting privately with Forrest Gan. Jason Bourne ran up to him and whispered something in his ear.

Victor's facial expression was stiff, but he quickly restrained himself and forced out a smile, but Forrest Gan could still see the reluctance in his smile.

"please wait for a moment."

Finally, Victor couldn't help it. After speaking to the other party, he stood up and walked out of the office. His expression suddenly looked like he could swallow people!

"Seize that CIA!! Take him to the water prison and I will make him suffer terribly!"

"What about Mr. Alejandro?"

Victor was quiet for a moment, standing blankly.

"It turns out that this is what it means to be alone!" He suddenly sighed.

No matter how good your friend is, in the end when he encounters power, money, and women, he will fall apart if his views on greatness are different.

Thomas Sankara, Compaore and Lingani were all good friends, and the three of them even slept in the same bed. What was the result?

The macho man from the land of gentlemen was betrayed by his two best brothers!

He was only 38 years old when he died!

And Allende and Pinochet in Chile, their relationship was also very good at the beginning.

The world is fucked!

The higher you climb, the less friends you have. Everywhere you look, you see interests and hypocrisy!

Victor just didn't expect that it would be his turn so soon.