Chapter 171 To be an agent, you have to sell out...
“Kill!”
In the flower bed of the security department in Tijuana, Victor accepted an interview with Time Magazine. This male reporter looked like With a sanctimonious look, he came up and asked a question, "What if your subordinate takes drugs?"
Victor answered simply.
The male reporter pretended to be surprised, "Aren't you worried that your remarks will make your subordinates have other ideas?"
"My subordinates are all heroes. They are fighting on the front line of drug control. If I take drugs, I will allow them to kill me!"
"By the way, Mr. Myrion, you are not taking drugs, are you?" Victor Body Lean forward slightly and stare intently at the other person.
The male reporter was so frightened that he sweated.
He laughed twice awkwardly, "How come, I have never been contaminated by these things."
Victor sniffed and made a gun look with his finger, "Don't let me catch you. , otherwise..."
"Hahaha! Are you scared?" Victor laughed, stood up and patted the male reporter on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I am not that cruel. Whether I am guilty or not must be approved by the court."
However, in the court in Baja California, I don’t know who signed and sealed it.
Myrion was so frightened that he clamped his legs.
"Please continue." Victor stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, completely taking the initiative to his side.
“Well, an organization in the United States conducted a survey. 75% of students believe that your methods can effectively curb drug dealers and control the entry of drugs into the United States, but 25% think that you are excessively indiscriminate. Kill, you think so?”
"First of all, I am very grateful that 75% of people agree with me. Secondly, I want to say to the remaining 25% of the bastards, go to NMD, are you sympathizing with drug dealers? Or are you sympathizing with criminals?"
"Please Remember, when it comes to facing drug dealers, there is no such thing as indiscriminate killing, only not ruthless enough. I seriously doubt that the 25% of people have potential criminal genes. I propose that they be destroyed on the spot or sent to Mexico. I Let them experience the unique prison drug dealer style."
Victor pointed at the camera, which scared the cameraman.
“If you want to die, come to Mexico to traffic drugs!”
“I will let them know where the most cruel death penalty is.”
Myrian has interviewed many people, all of whom are celebrities in politics and business. Everyone attaches great importance to their own image. Even people with extremely poor reputations are very restrained when facing the camera.
But people like Victor are probably the first to "terrorize" the camera.
Myrion coughed, quickly changed the topic, and looked down at the manuscript, "Mr. Victor, some people suspect that you used gas bombs and other illegal weapons to deal with drug dealers. What do you think?"
Can you recognize this shit?
Victor is arrogant, but not stupid!
"How is this possible!" he said righteously.
Myrion nodded and handed over two photos of the police in a prepared manner, "These are photos taken at the US-Mexico border. The corpses on them are covered with maggots. The body is rotten, the face is hollow, and there are... It smelled like dichlorodiethyl sulfide.”
“Maybe it was carried by drug dealers. They sell drugs, and poisonous gas is also a drug. What’s not selling?”
Myrion was a professional, but he almost laughed at this sentence, "Do you believe it yourself?"
Victor spread his hands, "Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway."
In other words, you are an American journalist.
If not, now I’m here with a hammer, don’t you believe it? I don't believe you!
Myrion also knew that nothing could be extracted from this "liar" person, so he planned to wrap up, "That's it for today's interview. Let's take a photo. Mr. Victor, be the cover of the weekly.”
“Of course it’s no problem, but I hope you can prepare for it.”
Myrian nodded with a smile.
Victor nodded to Casare, who hurriedly greeted the staff to bring out the prepared things.
A military uniform soaked in blood.
A painting on white paper, with a blue sky painted on it, a family of four working on the ground, an old man leaning on the edge of the door smiling, and a yellow dog squatting at his feet.
Victor looked very solemn, "This is the bloody clothes of a soldier named Alvarez when he died. He was a staff officer of the 442nd Regiment in Sonora, but he knew that Mexico's anti-drug His career could never wither. He led his soldiers to bring order to the chaos and conquered Sinaloa's 30-acre industrial area in Obregon City. He died here at the age of 24. "
He reached out to another painting, "And this is the situation in Baja California painted by the children of Guadalupe Island. In an environment without drug dealers, the sky is blue, and there are families and affection. , there is beauty and there is a future.”
Victor looked at the shocked Myrion, "Please help me and my comrades take a photo together. Why don't we just say, Mexico is bleeding, waiting for peace!"
Myrion admitted , this man who sits upright has an extraordinary charm.
He asked the photographer to take pictures quickly.
Click!
This photo is destined to be accepted by history.
"Mr. Victor, I pay high respect to you and your police officers." When leaving, Myrion shook hands with him solemnly.
"Fighting drug dealers is the common dream of all human beings. We are just always moving forward." Victor's words are always full of the magnanimity of a positive character.
Myrion said goodbye with a smile. After he and his companions took the tools into the car, he breathed a sigh of relief, "He reminded me of someone."
"Who?"
< br>"castro!"
The companion looked at him in surprise, then lowered his voice, "Do you think he will become an alternative opponent of the United States?"
Myrion glanced at him, "But isn't what he is doing exactly what all human beings aspire to? "
After all, there are still a small number of people who want to take drugs.
Everyone hopes that the sky is blue.
Victor stood in the flower bed and looked at the bloody coat for a long time, "How are the preparations for the museum going?"
"It's almost built."
"When it opens, remember to remind me that many of our comrades are sleeping before the light. We have to go and see them."
Victor was not seen by anyone else. It looks so free and easy. But people have to look forward. He is the soul of this anti-drug force. He has to cheer himself up. There are still more challenges in the future.
GM has not yet succeeded!
Victor walked back to the office building, "Have the Archduke Victor shell the port of Peñasco! Urge the local drug dealers to surrender!"
"The ground troops are moving south to press the border. I will take Sono within two months. La State! ”
…
Santa Fe Bogota, Colombia.
In Pablo's estate.
Ethan Hunter was not qualified to enter the next door to eavesdrop. He was arranged in the next room, sitting on the sofa, glancing at the bodyguard at the door, tapping his fingers, and suddenly stood up.
"What's the matter?" The bodyguard at the door frowned and looked over.
Ethan Hunter smiled and pointed to the water dispenser, "I just want to pour a glass of water."
The bodyguard nodded.
Ethan Hunter walked over slowly, picked up the disposable cup from the table, glanced at the door from the corner of his eye, pressed down a button on his suit, and stuffed it under the table with his backhand.
This is a bug.
We have come, nothing can be wasted.
He bent down and was about to receive the water when he heard the door open next door, and then Blanco's voice came, "Victor~"
"Ms. Blanco, you are shouting Victor?" A male voice next to him sounded obviously confused.
"Yes? Do you know my new boyfriend, Mr. Guzman?"
"Hahaha, of course not, it's just that the tyrant in Mexico also has this name."
Blanco nodded, this name is too common in Latin America.
Ethan Hunter responded, walked out with a smile on his face, and handed the water glass over, "You're lucky, come and drink some water."
As he said this, he looked out of the corner of his eye. When he glanced at the big guy who was following him, his eyelids twitched.
MD!
Guzman, Aguilar, Abrego, the three Mexican giants are all here, as well as the four godfathers of the Cali Group in Colombia, and Pablo behind them.
Fuck!
At this time, I should call for bombing. If the bomb goes down, even if I die, Mr. Victor will remember me!
Blanco looked at "Victor" who was so obedient, touched his face, smiled at Guzman and said, "My Victor is more obedient than the one coming from Mexico."
The dwarf glanced at Ethan Hunter, nodded with a smile, turned and left.
But when the four godfathers of the Cali Group left, Salcedo, who was in charge of intelligence, kept staring at Ethan Hunter. His intuition told him that there was a big problem with this duck.
But he can't arrest people for questioning, Blanco will shoot him.
I can only leave with doubts.
On the other hand, Ethan Hunter was shocked. He squinted his eyes and glanced at Salcedo's back. He must kill this intelligence leader!
Kill him!
"Let's go." Blanco clapped his hand.
Follow her to the car and leave the manor. Along the way, Ethan Hunt didn’t even ask what was said in the room. If you say too many things, you will fail!
Waiting back to Blanco's mansion.
Ethan Hunter was rushed to take a shower. It seemed that he really couldn’t do without today... betraying his lust!
When he was waiting to come out, Blanco couldn't wait to break in.
In that bathtub...
(It doesn’t look good here, so omit 10,000 words!)
Boom!
It was raining heavily outside, and Ethan Hunter looked outside, pulling on the quilt.
Fuck NMD, bastard Victor!
Let me betray my sex life for this!
Ethan Hunter really wants to call Blanco, can you please stop snoring when you sleep.
Men get sleepy when they are tired.
When I woke up the next day, I just stretched my waist and found that Blanco beside me was missing. He was wrapped in a bath towel and saw a check and a piece of paper pressed on the table in the room. .
"You are delicious, my Victor~ I need to be busy with something today, here is 300,000 US dollars, you were great yesterday, go buy something today, see you in the evening, your Blanco."
Ethan Hunt looked at the check he held in his left hand.
300,000 US dollars!
Rich woman!
I'm okay.
Man, how can you say no to money?
Ethan Hunt changed his clothes and came downstairs. When the servant saw him, he ran up and said, "Sir, this is the car key that Miss Blanco gave you."
Blanco likes Others call him Miss, which makes him look younger.
Looking at the handed over Mercedes-Benz, Ethan Hunt took a deep breath. It is indeed more comfortable to be a duck than an agent. Isn’t it just public food?
He thanked him and drove away in his luxury car under the envious eyes of the servants.
Stopped at a convenience store, parked within the white lines, and obeyed the traffic rules.
In the convenience store, he seemed to be looking for something, but he kept looking outside.
Sure enough, he found two people with sneaky traces.
It looks like...
Someone is also eyeing me!
……
(End of this chapter)