Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 358 Ethan Hunt: Exposed!

Find ten black dogs, but not ten black people.

Wouldn't that make her happy?

This is a criminal law of the "Internal Affairs Bureau". Apply a little "liquid" that can be bitten by dogs on several important parts of the body.

What do you think it is?

Are they looking for someone to expand?

How is that possible!

Victor sat outside with a gloomy face, and the howling in the house seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Spear of God!

Many people who read European history have seen this thing in some "wild history". Some people say that it is the prototype of "The Silence of the Lambs". They are also the modeling characters of "Assassin's Biography".

According to rumors, it mostly only recruits young children and orphans. They are trained from childhood. Moreover, this organization has its own killer school.

In addition, the Spear of God also has an extremely accurate and huge intelligence network. The German police and the British police have repeatedly dispatched a large number of police forces to find its footholds all over Europe, but in the end they only found a few manors and venues used by them.

For example, the murder of Senator Green in London, England in 1966, the murder of Collins, secretary of German Chancellor Kohl, in 1984, and the threatening letter in the official residence of the Italian Prime Minister all have the figure of the Spear of God behind them.

The earth is so big that it can accommodate too much filth.

The earth is so small that it can accommodate all filth!

All kinds of demons and monsters have come out.

When the screams in the room gradually subsided, the "Taibao" next to it rushed in, and the inside was horrible!

The female nurse was hung on the roof, and she just let down one leg, but at this time the leg was all bones!

The dog below, which had bitten people, had red eyes. After hearing the sound of the door opening, it turned its head suddenly, baring its teeth, and you could still see the meat on it.

"Woof woof woof!"

It shouted very loudly.

Like an American.

It barked at the door and rushed over.

The two Taibaos shot at the dead dog with submachine guns.

Even the black dog couldn't stand it, let alone you, a real dog?

Lying on the ground, still howling.

Victor threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, thought for a moment, picked it up, held it in his hand, walked into the room, and saw the female nurse being put down, she had passed out from the pain.

"Push three adrenal glands." George Smiley said beside him.

Death?

Let you live a life worse than death!

After the push, a basin of water was poured over.

The female nurse opened her eyes trembling all over. It was the pain fighting with her own adrenal glands, to see who could beat who.

Victor walked over and stuffed the cigarette butt in his hand into the other's mouth.

Hospitals cannot litter.

He pinched the female nurse's face, looked down at him, and said in a gentle tone, "It seems that Mossad has given you a lot of money."

The woman's eyelids twitched.

Her underwear was seen by Victor.

Mossad arranged her!

It seems that the Spear of God also has Judas capital behind him. Tsk tsk tsk, there are indeed troublemakers everywhere.

"Don't you like talking?"

"Cut off her tongue, and dig out her eyes, clean them, I want to keep them, I like to collect beautiful things the most."

The nurse's pupils flashed with fear, watching George Smiley walk towards her with a grin, fear suddenly occupied her heart.

She can face death.

But who can face torture calmly?

"Kill me! Kill me!!! You devil, devil!"

The nurse screamed, like a struggle before death.

Victor slapped her, grabbed her hair and pulled her up, "Stinky bitch! Want to die? You offended me, I will let you die? I will give you an adrenaline shot, let you watch your own body being cut into pieces, I want to see how hard you are."

Do you really think Victor is a philanthropist?

"I'll count to three, tell me everything you know, I can't hide any secrets under my eyes, don't lie to me."

"One!"

Victor looked at her, and she was trembling all over.

"Two!"

The voice was like a soul-sucking voice.

"Three..."

"I say, I say!!" The nurse finally couldn't stand it anymore and cried out.

It really hurts!

Pain can make people lose their minds.

"Be good, eat a candy." Victor smiled and patted her face, took out a candy from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.

It was printed with his head, produced by the Tijuana Candy Factory.

Really, I cried to death, Victor was too gentle.

"Ask nicely." He said to George Smiley, who nodded hurriedly.

After Victor walked out, he stood by the window and looked into the distance, "Bring the phone, I want to call Casare."

The chief guard Joseph Joffre dialed the number and handed it to him.

Beep beep~

The sound was short, but also very long, Victor didn't even know how to say it to the other party.

"Hello~"

"Casare."

"Boss!" Fatty Ka on the other end was happy when he heard his voice and shouted with a smile.

Victor listened to the tone of this close comrade and was silent.

Casare was indeed the worm in his stomach. He felt that the boss was in a bad mood and raised his eyebrows. "What's wrong, boss?"

"Come back as soon as possible, I'll have someone pick you up at the airport."

"Okay!" Casare also felt Victor's solemnity and nodded. After hanging up the phone, he found Erich Manstein and asked him to take full responsibility. He took Jason Bourne back on a transport aircraft.

It's more than 2,300 kilometers from Morelia to Tijuana, and helicopters can't reach it.

On the plane, Casare couldn't help but wonder what happened and he had to go back by himself?

Was it work?

Or...

Life?

He frowned and waited until Tijuana. It was already past seven in the evening. The people in the Governor's Palace were waiting and picked him up directly.

"Christie, what's going on?" After getting in the car, he hurriedly asked the secretary in front.

The latter hesitated, but still told him the story.

Casare was like hearing a bolt from the blue!

His eyes were dull, and he couldn't even shed a tear, but his hands were shaking.

After arriving at the mental hospital, his legs were weak when he got out of the car, and he almost fell to the ground. Jason Bourne and his secretary beside him supported him.

They took him inside.

At the door, Victor stood.

"Boss!" Casare trembled.

"Go in."

Victor sighed and patted his shoulder, and helped him into the ward. His sister was slumped in a chair. He saw Camilla Sodi lying on the bed, pale, and he knelt on the ground out of control, "Mom!"

Finally, he couldn't help crying.

His father died early when he was young, and he was raised by his mother. He knew the hardships. He worried about two meals a day, and three meals? Who in a poor family could afford three meals.

He tried to supplement his nutrition every week. He was nearly 1.7 meters tall, but weighed less than 90 kilograms!

A big man cried like this.

Everyone standing outside felt depressed.

Victor was not feeling well either. He walked over, patted his shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter."

"Set up a funeral committee, and I will be the person in charge. Your mother is also my mother, and I will definitely handle this matter well."

In the ward, there were constant cries.

…

The next day.

Tijuana Radio announced the news.

And portrayed Camila Sodi as a great woman who fought for the liberation of Mexico all her life and fought against drugs all her life.

It was basically a final conclusion. Regardless of whether she was directly wrong or hooked up with someone, Victor gave her a decent face.

And it was also very grand.

More than 20,000 people came to see her off.

At the Mexican funeral, some people danced to express their thoughts and respect for Camila Sodi.

And at the funeral, Victor also gave a speech.

"Ms. Camilla Sodi sacrificed her life for the cause of drug control, and her achievements will live forever!"

"We also express our sighs and indignation for her death. People headed by Mossad oppose drug control. They are destroying our hard-earned peace. We will retaliate against the relevant personnel indefinitely!"

"Anyone who dares to hinder our great cause is a paper tiger!"

Victor still had a silk scarf tied only by family members on his arm. His eyes were red, and he raised his hands and shouted loudly.

The people below also raised their hands high.

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"

The Venezuelan representative who came to attend the funeral, Nicolas Maro Moro, was also cheering below.

He was the only one who came from the entire delegation.

Victor did not force it.

Others did not want to get involved with Mossad. Although they were officials of the United Nations, they still represented their own countries to a certain extent.

Nicholas Maro Moro did not care.

He is my idol!

Looking at Victor shouting revenge above.

A surge of ambition suddenly rose in his heart.

A real man should be like this!

I will also kill drug dealers, capitalist lackeys, and Americans in Venezuela!

Victory always belongs to light.

His cheers below became louder.

In the atmosphere, Victor, Casare, Jason Bourne, and Zolf Sherman, the head of the air police colonel, carried the coffin into the car and will circle Tijuana.

This is simply a state funeral.

In addition to giving Casare face, Victor also wanted to use this funeral to stir up domestic dissatisfaction with "Mossad"!

And this grand funeral, of course, will not lack some peeping mice, they stand in the distance and look down.

On a tower far away from the square, a gunman was holding a sniper rifle and aiming at it.

The straight-line distance is more than 1 kilometer!

From the scope, you can see the crowds of people.

Bang!

The iron door behind was knocked open, and seven or eight policemen rushed up.

"It's him, it's him. I saw him come up from my restaurant after lunch and never went down. There must be something wrong!" A short dwarf stood behind and shouted with a spatula.

The sniper was shocked. Bang, bang, he fell into a pool of blood after being shot twice and was pinned to the ground by the police.

The dwarf went up and hit him in the face with a spatula.

"Damn it, you are planning to assassinate His Majesty Victor. I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" He gritted his teeth and cursed.

The original Mexican government also subsidized dwarfs like him, but where did the money go? It must have gone into Commissioner Smith's pocket.

After Victor came to power, he did not ignore this kind of disability. The monthly subsidy of 2,000 pesos is equivalent to 105 US dollars. This money may not seem much, but for many disabled families, it is a lifeline.

Therefore, Victor's roots in the north cannot be broken at all.

Let them fall into the people's ocean war.

Mexicans are not all criminals. Many people are very satisfied with their current lives.

So much so that some cities in the south now call Tijuana: Victor's running dog!

The Governor's Office also deliberately guides, and those who discover and report espionage can get at least 200,000 pesos. This has also spawned an industry in the streets and alleys.

Spy hunter.

Camila Sodi's ashes were buried in the National Cemetery outside Tijuana, facing the river and looking at the United States.

After the funeral.

Victor issued a revenge order!

"Let Mossad go back!"

A large-scale assassination operation began.

May 3.

A special plane was flying over Afghanistan's airspace from the United States.

A S200 anti-aircraft missile whizzed over from the ground!

Amid the captain's terrified screams, it hit directly!

It turned into a fireball in mid-air and fell straight into the Panjshir Valley in Afghanistan, where guerrillas often appear, scaring many people below.

At this time, Ahmed Shah Massoud, who was having a meal in the valley, was shocked when he heard the words, and rushed over with his hands, and they were all burned through.

Someone next to him waved his hands excitedly, chattering, meaning that I saw him being shot down by a missile!

"Who fired it?" Massoud frowned, "It must be those crazy people!"

"Tell the Americans this news."

Looking at the burning fireball below, for some reason, Massoud was a little uneasy, his right eyebrow was jumping hard, and he subconsciously pressed it to stop him from moving.

That afternoon, the Afghan radio station reported a plane crash.

It also made a lot of headlines. After all, the plane crash itself attracts attention.

But on the second day, that is, on the 4th, the "Mexico Times" suddenly reported that the person sitting on the plane that crashed in Afghanistan was an extraordinary person.

The director of the Shin Bet intelligence department, the director of Mossad, and more than a dozen officials will go to the United States for an important secret meeting.

This missile directly killed the heads of two of the three major intelligence giants!

This news immediately caused an uproar.

Mossad is called one of the four major intelligence agencies by people with good intentions, and Shin Bet may not be known by many people. Let's put it this way, many of Mossad's deeds are actually the latter.

They also led the famous "Green Prince Operation".

And not long after this media broke out.

More than 10 terrorist organizations including the Middle East, Africa, and Asia claimed responsibility.

NMD, it crashed in Afghanistan, and many brainless people in Africa also came to join in the fun.

Is this thing so easy to put together?

Didn't you see that the Jewish people are crazy!

But some people thought of Victor, because he announced revenge at the funeral.

Not long after, the agents' plane was attacked, which...

You said it was a coincidence, who the hell believed it?

Mossad's revenge is imminent.

In fact, Victor is kind.

The Mexican intelligence department and the Ministry of the Interior's Intelligence Bureau jointly acted. They originally planned to expand the revenge action, such as...blowing up the Wailing Wall so that they had no place to cry!

But this behavior, even a person as bold as Victor felt a little shocking.

The main fear is that they will fight desperately, and the nation that has wandered for thousands of years finally got the relics in their hands. In a few decades, oh, you blow it up, what will happen?

It can only be said that Victor still has some "kindness".

The plan was shelved.

However, let them make preparations first.

And at this time, the spy who sneaked into Mossad brought the news that the director and others were going to take a special plane to the United States, so they just did it.

Afghanistan is in chaos anyway.

Who is fighting?

You go find someone.

Anyway, it wasn't me who shot it.

I don't shoot planes.

At this moment, a message from the Southern Alliance made the intelligence department in northern Mexico nervous instantly.

It was a string of numbers sent by Ethan Hunt.

And according to the number decoding, three words appeared.

"Exposed!"

Victor soon got the news.

He frowned.

"At any cost, we must bring him back."