Working as a police officer in Mexico

Georgia slowly opened her eyes.

The smell of disinfectant hit my nose.

After his pupils shrank and adjusted, he saw people standing beside the bed.

"Boss is awake, Boss is awake." A bald man shouted excitedly, leaned over and asked nervously, "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

Georgia stretched out her hand and pushed his face away, "Has a bad mouth..."

The bald man was embarrassed for a while, but then he quickly shouted, "Where is the doctor? Where did the doctor die?"

The doctor rushed in after a while. After looking at the instrument carefully, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mr. Giorgia is fine."

The Gulf Group cadres present breathed a sigh of relief.

Georgia can't die. Their wealth and lives are tied together, and they will both prosper and suffer.

"Boss, who did this? I'm going to kill them right away!" Baldhead asked angrily.

He was the steward of the Gulf Group's Asia side, and he was also Abrego's adopted son. He grew up together with Giorgia and had a close relationship. This is why when the latter fainted, he did not call the police but the designated personnel.

"I don't know, but those people were well-trained. The Burmese guy and I and a dozen bodyguards were all killed in a hurry."

Giorgia covered his head, "It's not like a temporary resolution, but a premeditated assassination."

The bald man and the others looked at each other, and a sudden name popped into their heads.

"Boss, could it be Arturo Desena's son of a bitch who did this!"

"If you die...what good will it do, that guy will be able to take over all the power, and no one will be able to compete with him in the southern government anymore."

"Furthermore, when we come to Thailand, this matter is very confidential. Not many people know about it. This is definitely an internal problem within us."

The bald man slammed his hammer on the table next to him and said with great certainty, "It was him who did it. He has long been unhappy with our Gulf Group. Last time he asked us to give 10% of our share to other organizations. He is just afraid of our family." Duda, play against him."

"Boss, give me the order. I will take my brothers and fight with him!"

Georgia frowned tightly. He was an arrogant person, but he was not a fool. His eyes were as cold as poisonous snakes. "Say hello to all the brothers in the country, please calm down. I'm not dead yet. Don't be used by people with malicious intentions." ”

"When I go back, this matter won't be over!"

"Whoever wants to kill me, I will kill him and kill him!"

As the eldest son of Abrego, he is much older than his two younger brothers. When he was born, the Gulf Group was still making a fortune from smuggling electrical appliances, and he started to make a fortune at a very young age.

There are still gunshot marks on the buttocks, but things got better when the two younger brothers came out.

His "prince" was made with a real sword and a real gun, and all the elders from top to bottom obeyed him.

Arturo Desena, if you didn't kill me, you can only say that God and the Goddess of Victory are on my side!

"Okay." Baldhead responded.

"Where are the brothers and sisters who saved my life?" Georgia suddenly asked.

"Just outside."

"Call them in."

The younger brother hurriedly ran out and said in a low voice with his bald head, "Boss, those two brothers and sisters are the vegetable sellers. Let's just give them some money to help them."

Georgia glanced at him, and the other person was startled, then slapped him with such force that his lips were smashed, "I talk a lot, I'm a bitch."

"Stop it. We are brothers and have grown up together. There is no need for this, but Norris, my life is not that cheap."

Soon, the two brothers and sisters were brought in by the younger brother, still wearing the same clothes. The girl grabbed her brother's clothes nervously. Georgia saw that her pants were still stained with blood from her own injury, and her eyes softened, " Thank you."

"What do you want? Money? Or power? As long as I can do it, I can promise you!"

"No, no, no, no need... none of us want it. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. That's right." The elder brother waved his hand and tried his best to smile.

My sister also nodded beside me.

"Do you know who I am?" Georgia stared at them, and the bald Norris Fitzgerald also squinted at them.

A group of big and powerful people watched, and the younger sister was so frightened that her tears fell down.

"You...what are you going to do? We don't want anything. Just let...let us go. Sir, we are just vegetable sellers." The brother stood in front of his sister and said tremblingly.

Giorgia lay back and said, "Then follow me back to Mexico. In Thailand you are just the bottom class, but come with me and I will make you the superiors. How much money can you make selling vegetables? You are useless!"

"Do you want your sister to be a vegetable seller all the time? It's not an easy life."

"What about you? Do you just want to grovel in this ungrateful place for the rest of your life? Follow me, and you will have everything you want."

The elder brother had a look of confusion on his face.

"I want to study, is that okay?" my sister asked boldly.

"read?"

The drug dealers in the room were stunned, we took you to commit crimes, you want to study? !

Jane, are you kidding me?

But Georgia caught the woman's eyes and smiled, "No problem, I'll let the best teacher in the world be your tutor. What do you want to do in the future?"

"I want... to be a writer."

"Then I'll buy you a Nobel Prize for Literature."

? ?

"You...why did you agree to us like this? We just saved you." My brother couldn't help but ask.

"smoothly?"

Georgia crossed her hands and raised her eyelids, "My life is not that cheap."

"What's your name?"

"Basong Chalumphong."

"Mother Songxi."

"Follow me, you won't regret it."

Golf course in the National Palace, Mexico City.

Victor was wearing a hat, his body was a little stiff, and he was wearing sunglasses. He was holding his breath and holding a pole in his hand. He gently pushed the ball and slowly rolled it into the hole.

Bang bang bang…

Casare, who was wearing a hat next to him, clapped his hands and said, "Boss, your skills have improved rapidly. It won't be long before you can play in the professional league."

Victor handed the cue to the caddy, "My skills? That's the work of drug dealers and sugar dealers. I don't know how I scored the goal. It was all about luck."

The two laughed and walked back to the rest area.

The waiter prepared drinks and warm long-sleeved clothes.

"But I still like fishing. I am a country boy and a poor guy from the countryside. I am not used to fishing like this."

Playing golf is actually about integrating into this circle.

But I don’t know when this sport was dubbed “gentleman” and “high-end”. So masturbation is still an ancestral craft.

However, Victor doesn't need to look at other people's eyes. At his status, what he likes is called high-end. I heard that he likes fishing, and many people learn to fish.

This is called up and down.

Therefore, it is very difficult for someone in his position to have a hobby.

Casare smiled and nodded, "Boss, when we were in prison, we liked to play football, but we are much happier than now."

"When I open my eyes now, it's work. Today this state is asking for financial support, and tomorrow that state is asking for subsidies. Every day my head gets bigger."

While talking, Jeff Bennett ran over from a distance.

Victor joked, "I'm not much better. When I retire in the future, I have to find a more stable place."

"General, intelligence information from Thailand."

The Director of Mexico's Counterintelligence Agency gasped, "Our personnel have already made contact with Giorgia and successfully penetrated him. They will lurk around him as planned."

"Well done, seal their files. No one is allowed to access their information without your and my orders."

"yes!"

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"Boss, why don't you kill Giorgia? By killing him, we can boost the morale of the military. The Gulf Group will also be leaderless, which will also be a blow to the southern regime."

"Jeff, tell Casare," Victor said with a smile.

Jeff Bennett nodded, "Two days before the operation, we instigated a cousin of Endrik Vinicius, the "Deputy Defense Minister" and "Foreign Minister" of the southern government, who was a kind of confidant. "

"He told us that his cousin once asked him to write a letter to the United Nations Anti-Drug Agency, and that contained the whereabouts of Giorgia. According to his report, Endrick and Arturo planned to use our hands to fight against Get rid of Giorgia and completely rule the country."

"But he also said that his cousin actually looked down on Arturo and wanted to make himself king. If Giorgia died in Thailand, there would be rumors in the Yucatan Peninsula that Arturo killed Giorgia. , let them fight with each other, and they will benefit from it."

Casare frowned and smiled bitterly, "Wait a minute, my head doesn't work very well. I'm going to faint from going around here and there."

"They are not monolithic. After some internal discussion within the General Counterintelligence Bureau, they felt that it would be best to let Giorgia go back alive. By then, he and Arturo will definitely not be able to coexist. If internal strife can be launched on a large scale, it will be very important for us to regain the south. , it’s just around the corner.”

"Then inserting someone inside him means..."

Victor interrupted at this time, "When you have time, you can read the book "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". I have to say that China is a very great country with rich historical heritage. You can see many strategies in it. applied to the present.”

"Although those two people saved Giorgia, it is completely impossible for them to get into the top management. Because of Ethan Hunter, the Cali Group is now very strict on the background checks of their top management."

"But if you find his shortcomings, it's very simple."

Victor looked at Jeff Bennett, and Mr. Director hurriedly took over the words, "The psychological working team in the Intelligence Agency has followed and studied him for more than 7 months and found that he is very smart, but this person is extremely conceited and lacks family care since he was a child. ”

"His father Abrego only cared about smuggling and making money. His mother and sister who were born at the same time as him were shot to death by enemies. This resulted in him living in a lonely and helpless environment since he was a child. This kind of person , is called "maternal love-deficient personality" in psychology. "

"What would you do if there was a woman who cared about you every day, cooked for you, even cared about your daily life, and even took care of your daily life?"

Casare frowned, "Dependent?"

"Maybe he will be very dissatisfied or uncomfortable at first, but if you open up his heart, he will be very dependent on you."

Oh~

Fishing Kaizi!

All that said, I just want to win over Georgia.

"Then how to ensure that our people can...enter his heart?"

Jeff Bennett shrugged, "Then we need professionals to do the work. We have set up a "love department" in the Counterintelligence Bureau and found more than 20 people to assist, including love experts, men who have dated more than 20 times, and women who keep changing boyfriends. We also plan to transfer Ethan Hunt to be a special consultant."

Oh, with that scumbag, there will be basically no problem.

The intelligence department is simply a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.

Ethan Hunt is simply a gun god. It is said that he is still traveling around the world with his widow of the Kennedy family. They are going to meet the parents...

There is no way, who can say that he is eloquent, handsome, and good at kung fu?

But on second thought, when I think about it, when I think about someone around me who is calculating me, and there are a group of people behind him who are giving him advice, I feel creepy when I think about it.

Is this like the later socialites?

In order to marry into a wealthy family, a group of people lie for you.

People are the most terrifying thing.

"After the people we sent over have completely won over Giorgia, what would you do if someone snatched her away, or even made her a fait accompli?"

"A honey trap?" Casare raised his eyebrows.

Jeff Bennett nodded, "Men's desire to control women, especially those they have slept with, is simply outrageous. There are many cases of murder for love..."

"What if Arturo Desena doesn't buy it?"

"His father is still alive. His father is a sex-hungry ghost. He raped many people under the name of Arturo, and also forced decent women. He sent people to beat the husbands of married women to death. He would snatch any good-looking woman he saw on the street."

"His father is just an ordinary drug dealer who rose to fame overnight, but he doesn't have his patience."

Casare suddenly realized...

Good man, this is not a honey trap for himself, but for his father?

Ask yourself, don't you know whether your father is a sex-hungry person?

If this really happens, will Arturo hand his father over to Giorgia for disposal?

Absolutely impossible!

Add to that the fuse of this "assassination", can you still bear it?

Then how do your brothers view you?

They will definitely kill you.

Casare's face was a little stiff, MD, intelligence workers are really idiots, such dirty means, but he didn't reject it, anyway, just don't do it to me.

"If we can do it without bloodshed, of course it would be best. By increasing the success rate of going south, we can reduce some unnecessary casualties. I hope my soldiers can be brought out by me and can go back safely."

Victor stood up and said.

Casare and others were silent.

"Let's go, it's time for lunch break, go back to work."

A group of people followed him, and Casare suddenly approached Jeff Bennett and asked, "How did you bribe Endrick's cousin? He shouldn't care about money, right?"

The clown smiled slyly.

"Endrick's mother had an affair with this cousin, and we got the photo."

Casare: ??? Crows flew over his head.

"How old is his mother?"

"67 years old."

"What about the cousin?"

"23 years old."

This really made Casare silent. Even a well-read person couldn't say anything at this time, let alone him?

In the end, he could only say with a smile.

"Young man, probably hungry."

After a pause, he emphasized: "Starving."

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