Chapter 142 The love-hate relationship between CIA and DEA!
It was drizzling at night in Mexico City.
The solitude and loneliness of the slums are like a dead city hidden in the darkness. The child huddled in the corner holds his arms and sits on the moss-covered steps in front of his home, looking at the bright lights and greenery in the distance.
There is yearning in the eyes.
There was a woman standing at the entrance of the alley behind her, wearing cheap black stockings, leaning against the wall, lighting a cigarette for herself, taking a puff to relieve her fatigue, looking at the noisy neighborhood with a hint of joy in her eyes. With helpless sadness.
"Miss."
A gentle voice interrupted their thoughts. The daughter turned around and saw a man in a suit with a smile on his face, "Excuse me, do you know Genesis? ?”
“Genesis Daniel!” Ethan Hunt emphasized the last name.
He's looking for the "whore" in Quintero's mouth!
The woman looked at him, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and said directly, "Money, I want money."
Ethan Hunt took out a hundred-dollar bill from the lining of his suit and handed it to her. The woman's eyes lit up and she reached out to grab it. She pointed not far away in a professional manner, "Genesis." It's over there."
"Thank you!" Ethan Hunter thanked him very gentlemanly, took two steps, turned back, and reached out to press down the woman in her surprised eyes. of cigarettes, "Smoking is bad for your health, madam."
"Mexico City does not welcome civilians, go to Baja California, Mexico hopes to be there."
Ethan Hunter took out another He handed him three US dollars and looked at the child sitting on the steps who was looking over curiously.
"Mr. Victor doesn't like to divide people into three, six or nine grades. He wants those who love him to have food, children to learn knowledge for free, and the elderly to be taken care of. Everyone should be treated well."
"Victor bless you."
Ethan Hunter held the woman's face, kissed her forehead, and turned around to leave.
Looking at the figure disappearing into the night, the woman stared blankly.
"Mom..." The child raised his head and shouted timidly.
The woman looked down at the child, her face covered with dirt, but her eyes were shining like stars in the sky. When she was a child...she might have been so clear, right?
Since when did you start standing here?
When I was young...what did I dream of being?
Teacher, scientist, or athlete?
"Do you want to study?" The woman asked suddenly for some reason, her voice trembling a little.
All men liked the way they smoked, but only that man put out his cigarette and told himself the dangers of smoking.
The child's eyes lit up when he heard the reading, but soon dimmed, and he shook his head, "I want to grow up early, and then I can go to the dock to carry big bags. Then my mother won't be so tired."
This sentence was like a knife piercing the woman's heart, and she burst into tears while holding her child.
When has the world ever been kind to the poor?
She didn’t want her child to become the bottom of society, so she grabbed his hand and said, “Let’s go to Baja California and study!”
Ethan Hunter (part-time policy advocate), according to Women When I arrived at my destination, I happened to see four strong men pulling a woman out of the house.
Very rude!
There was even a man who slapped him in the face.
"Smelly woman! If you keep arguing, I will send you to the maritime brothel on the US-Mexico border!"
"Gentlemen..." Ethan Hunt walked out of the darkness and cracked open Smiling, "Please be gentle to the lady."
The men were startled, recovered and quickly drew their guns, but Ethan Hunt was faster, taking out the military version of Pistol88B and pointing it at several people Just sweep.
Tutu tutu…
But he didn’t bring 31 bullets, only 10. His marksmanship was accurate. After killing three people, he threw the gun to the side, rushed forward, grabbed the opponent’s wrist, and wanted to hit him. Don't.
beng!
Bullets penetrate the sky.
Ethan Hunter took out a butterfly knife from his pocket, stabbed the man in the stomach more than a dozen times, and with the last blow, he inserted it directly into the neck, pulled out the knife, and stabbed the corpse on the face. After wiping it clean, he turned around with a smile on his face again.
Looking at the woman sitting on the ground in shock.
Ethan Hunter asked very gentlemanly, "Ma'am, can I see your butt?"
......
"No! No! No!" "Female reporter Leanna LSero Carters screamed loudly, and her voice was heard in the office building of the Mexican International News Department.
Her voice was filled with tears, "I don't want to see Quintero."
"This is just a kind of... huh? Hospice care." The staff held back for a long time before uttering these words and forcefully opened her fingers.
Drag her into the interrogation room.
B2 is rubbing the scalpel. Today he plans to use a drill to drill into Quintero's bones. Camarena suffered it before.
Hearing the noise, he turned around and saw Lyanna. He raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Do you want to give her a few more blows?"
"The director said to let her see Jint. Luo, after all, they have a good relationship.”
B2 nodded, moved half of his body, revealing Quintero on the chair, "Miss Leanna, take a look."
Quintero, who was sitting there with his head lowered, heard this familiar voice. The voice with a familiar name raised his head with great effort and opened his eyes with great effort. When he saw Lyanna, his eyes widened instantly. He didn't know where he got the strength, and his throat roared like a wild beast.
"Kill you! Kill you!"
B2 pulled her forward, "Come closer. Look, drug dealers are like this, but they have to be the leader. Exit One of our bosses planned to bring Gallardo over to see if he could carry it for a few days. "
Lyanna had obviously taken too much drugs and couldn't control her urine, and it was dripping on the ground.
At this moment, the door was pushed open and Jason Bourne walked in. He frowned when he saw this scene, "Gentlemen, stop it and take Quintero away. The DEA and CIA are here."
After hearing this, several agents hurriedly untied the handcuffs on Quintero's hands, who was still staring at Lyanna.
“Quiet!” B2 gave Quintero a big slap and dragged him out of the interrogation room.
Jason Bourne looked at Lyanna, "Have you ever taken drugs?"
The woman was so frightened that she didn't even answer.
Jason Bourne shrugged, took out his gun and shot, biubiubiu!
“I’m sorry, but addicts deserve to die too, no trade, no harm.”
…
Mexicali Security Department Parlor. Victor sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and Alejandro next to him was a little anxious and at a loss.
Because there are two Americans in front of me!
A DEA spokesman in Mexico: Jonatan Parnier, who is tall and thick, with the same arm muscles as Stallone. He is also bald and looks fierce.
There is also an overseas agent from the CIA: Tulio Walters. He is a gentle man and wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
Two people start fighting each other when they meet.
The hatred between the two departments is simply deeper than a 300-level comic about the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
From an organizational level, the CIA is on the same level as the Department of Justice, the boss of the DEA. In fact, it is higher than the Department of Justice, because it is only responsible to the president, unlike the Department of Justice, which is also subject to various restrictions by Congress.
In order to support the Nicaraguan Anti-Government X-Force (CONTRA), the CIA hired some non-staff pilots to fly weapons to them. . . .
And these pilots will sell some drugs along the way.
Then he was caught by the DEA.
This matter was even discussed in the parliament at that time, but many people thought that compared with anti-Soviet, a little drug is nothing?
DEA has always been in a situation where his mother-in-law doesn't kiss him and his uncle doesn't love him.
On a deeper level, the two departments represent two systems (cannot go into details, it would be a waste of words).
As for the later DEA being suspected of drug trafficking, this should be something after the millennium. After all, there are always people who sing in hope, and some who sink in despair.
But no matter what, DEA can still be called "the light of mankind" throughout the 20th century.
"Put your paws away, Jonatan, do you DEA people like to solve problems with your fists?" Tulio Walters raised his eyes and said disdainfully.
"We use our fists to fight drug dealers, unlike some people who use hooks to attract drug dealers to do themselves, just like prostitutes, using their bodies and souls to do disgusting things." Jonatan of the DEA is obviously not low in combat effectiveness.
These words angered the other party, "Watch your words and deeds! Muscle idiot!"
"How about it? Do you want to fight? Bastard, don't think I don't know Camarena When you die, you will be right next to me!”
Jonatan exploded with a bigger melon and glared fiercely at the CIA agent in front of him, “I swear, I will blow your head off!”
Victor sat up straight, he liked to listen to gossip.
Tulio Walters twitched his face and took a deep breath, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You know it, bastard."
Tulio Walters He didn’t want to talk too much about this topic, but it was obvious that he felt a little guilty. He turned to look at Victor, “You know the reason why I came to you, Mr. Victor, our intelligence is that Quintero is here with you and handed him over to the CIA. "
"Why? Quintero is a drug trafficker who handed it over to us!"
"Mexico has no extradition clause with the United States." Victor spread his hands.
"This is a document signed by your President Carlos." Tulio Walters handed over a document.
Casare hurried over and took it.
Victor glanced and smiled, "I do not recognize a person who cooperates with drug traffickers as the president of Mexico."
Tulio Walters's face suddenly changed.
“This is an order from the CIA!”
Victor picked his ears and looked calm, "You obviously don't know who you are talking to. Let me give you a hint. I am not in danger. Tulio, I am a dangerous person. Do you underestimate me so much?" If I'm not happy, I'm someone else's target."
CIA?
What a big name!
Not talking about the current world situation, does the CIA have the power to mobilize hundreds of thousands of troops to encircle and suppress me?
Or should we throw a big mushroom on Mexico’s head?
None of this is realistic.
If it’s so easy to get rid of someone, why don’t you get rid of FidelCastro?
"I have no intention of damaging the interests of the United States, but the CIA does not represent the United States!" Victor squinted, "Who gave you the power to order me?"
Both the CIA and the FBI The organization is also a T0 in the United States. It is full of evil and the people are almost disgusted by them.
Because of Camarena's death, the image of the DEA began to gain weight in many American dramas and was gradually accepted by the public.
The anti-drug cause is still what mankind aspires to.
Unlike after the millennium, a boomerang directly cut down the United States. There is a joke that a DM trafficker was sentenced to 20 years in prison. After the results came out, he saw The sign on the roadside said: DM to purchase, please contact XX.
Latin America is always full of magic, and so is the United States.
Just an ordinary CIA agent?
Why are you so scared?
It's not like the Yankees came in.
Tulio Walters looked at Victor with a sinister expression. To be honest, Victor didn't like this look.
I really want to beat the opponent to death!
But I glanced at Jonatan from the DEA next to me. He was also an American...
“You can get out of here, idiot.” Jonatan laughed and taunted, “Don’t you know how to find someone? Do people need to put down their posture when doing things? ”
"You CIA people are always so proud."
"Sooner or later you will be beaten to death on the street."
Tulio Walters didn't even get up, he just looked at Victor like this, "No one can say no to the CIA."
Victor smiled.
Casare sighed.
Why are you talking so much nonsense?
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PS: Two more pages in the afternoon, and today we will continue with 10,000 words.
You know a lot of political things, brothers, this is a novel, just read it and enjoy it!
(End of this chapter)