Chapter 174 CIA’s handiwork?
When Jason Bourne returned to the office with a dark face, as soon as he put his hand on the handle, he turned his head and said, "Bring in all those with stars on their shoulders!"
The staff outside quickly called the heads of other departments.
Seeing people with senior police titles walking into Jason Bourne's office, some people started to gossip.
“Hey, Minister, what are they doing?”
"It must be a big task!"
Jason Bourne smoked a cigarette and closed the curtains, "The boss just called me over and gave me a scolding. He asked us to go through Tijuana. , If there is still an explosion, then we will strip you naked and hang you upside down on the highest building in the city."
"Is this your special hobby, Minister" said the rock singer with a melancholy look. The handsome George Smiley spoke.
"Ahem! Am I this kind of person?" Jason Bourne stared at him, "I tell you, the boss is very angry and the consequences will be serious. You'd better be careful and ask for Otherwise, you will be sent to be a duck like Ethan Hunt, and I won’t care about you.”
Duck?
Is it so exciting?
"Okay! Let's all take action, divide them according to the region, mobilize all your informants, and arrest those who are suspicious first. Anyway, there are no good people in Mexico."
"Yes, sir!"
After a group of people came out of the office, they were still chatting about Ethan Hunt, and they were all more interested in being a duck.
Jason Bourne exhaled and looked at the sunset in the distance.
Darkness...
It seems that justice is never welcome!
When the entire night covers Tijuana, some dirty places begin to appear again.
They dare not openly sell drugs, but there must be people doing it privately.
Even for someone as awesome as the Yankee, there are people all over the world who oppose him. As a policeman, Victor, you want the world to be truly crime-free, is that possible?
All he can do is curb evil.
At least there are a lot more pedestrians in Tijuana at night, and ordinary people dare to go shopping. This is progress.
Many children have smiles on their faces.
Small vendors push carts to make a living.
Isn’t this what maintaining law and order means?
In an alley...
Four or five figures punched and kicked a man. The man looked very experienced and curled up to protect his vital parts.
"If you don't give me any more money! Sell your daughter to a brothel!" A man wearing black short-sleeves, with tattoos visible on his arms and a hairband, cursed.
“So arrogant? Don’t you know Tijuana doesn’t allow girls to be forced into prostitution?”
Someone shouted at the entrance of the alley. Several thugs looked over and saw a ray of light coming over, stimulating They couldn't help but shrink their heads.
"Hey! Where are you from?" The man with the hairband saw two figures.
“Haha, where do you think I’m from?”
The two people came over and turned off the flashlight, “My boss, Victor, where do you think I’m from? The Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency (AMD)! "
"I...we didn't sell drugs. This guy owes us money. You can't control that."
"You must have taken drugs if you have such a tough mouth. You can tell by the broken teeth. It hurts." One of them pulled out a gun.
The man with the hairband swallowed his saliva. The hero did not suffer the immediate disadvantages, and raised his hands quickly, "Sir, we are joking."
"Go outside and do ten push-ups each. Before you finish, I will give each of you one push-up." A bullet, go away.”
Only in a powerful area like Baja California, the police dare to say this. In other places, there are already two more corpses.
After the thugs walked out of the alley, the policeman with his gun kicked kicked the man lying on the ground, "Alfaro, if you don't get up after I count to three, your informant fee for this month will be forfeited."< br>
Hearing this, the man who was lying down and pretending to be dead jumped up and chuckled, "Mr. George Smiley, isn't it comfortable on the ground? When will you need to deliver this informant fee in person? Come over.”
Of course, an intelligence agency cannot have only regular employees. The CIA has hundreds of thousands of overseas agents, MI6 has many informants, and the Mexican Department of International Information certainly has many peripheral members.
There are close to 2,000 people in Tijuana!
There is no need to pay for insurance. Money will be paid every month according to the value of the clues.
“Let me ask you, have you seen any strange Guatemalans recently?”
“Guatemala?”
The informant named Alfaro frowned and scratched his head, "There are a few people in Honduras, and they also went to the black market to buy some things."
The two intelligence officers looked at each other, "Where are the people? "
The informant smiled awkwardly, "At that time, I was picking up girls, so..."
MD!
They almost laughed in anger. Just as they were about to continue asking, they heard a burst of screams outside the alley, accompanied by gunshots.
The two hurriedly ran out and saw a red off-road vehicle being pushed against the wall from the side by a police car. The back seat window of the off-road vehicle was open, and a man holding an AK47 fired at the glass.
The glass shattered on the floor and the police officer was apparently dead.
"That's it! Is there KY written on the inside of his arm?" The informant was brave enough to lie down in the corner of the alley and shout.
It doesn’t matter whether the other party is the person they are looking for now. If you are having a gunfight in this neighborhood, do you think we are easy to bully?
The two opened the trunk and found two Winchester M1887 shotguns inside. When going to work, you must bring a large caliber.
The boss has said that a man must have a thick wallet or a thick caliber, otherwise he will not be able to show off any decent skills.
Bounce!
As soon as the spray came over, the other party was shocked. The man holding the AK glanced this way, holding the muzzle of the gun and direct fire to suppress it.
With his right hand, he patted the red off-road vehicle. The driver kicked the accelerator and it was scraped from the wall. The sides were covered with white paint. The man jumped into the car and ran away without hesitation.
“Call for support!”
"Lock them up!"
George Smiley shouted, got into the car, put an alarm bell on his back, and chased the red SUV.
The colleague who was driving held the radio, "This is PC13174, internal communication number G7891, there was a shooting in the 11th block, the criminal was holding an AK, the number of people is unknown, please apply for air gunship support!" The beginning of G is the Mexican Ministry of Information .
PC13174 is the internal alarm signal.
"The permission application has been approved. Please pay attention to safety. Ground patrol team 7.11.23.47 is rushing there."
"Understood."
After hanging up the radio, the driver looked at George Shi. Miley, "Boss, do you like Fast and Furious?"
The other party was startled, and his expression suddenly changed.
The speed reached 140!
"NMD! Get me off the bus!!"
…
At the same time, at 8 o'clock in the evening, there was a press conference at the National Palace.
“This is a very, very bad and inhumane attack!”
Cuauquemot looked at the camera with a very serious expression, “Mexico listed Guatemala’s Mara Salvatrucha gang as As a terrorist organization, a global warrant will be applied for. ”
"At any time, all kinds of criminal organizations are the biggest enemies of mankind."
He was reprimanding loudly above. The "new recruit" Giancarlos standing next to him looked around with wary eyes, wearing a straight suit. Suit, sharp eyes.
Suddenly, he glanced at a woman below, looked around, and suddenly stood up.
“Be careful!”
Giancarlos stood in front of Cuauquemot, drew his gun and turned on the safety, and fired six shots at the woman, steadily and hard! Just knock the opponent down.
The other guards stood on both sides of the latter, protecting him as he walked down the steps.
“Everybody squat!”
There were screams everywhere in the press hall.
beng!
The door was opened, and two men wearing bright red military uniforms broke in, holding AK47, standing at the door and shooting.
Thug, tug, tug…
Those reporters were swept down to the ground like rows of straw.
These two people have very strong intentions. They are here for Kwaukmot, but the guards who protect him are all carefully selected by Victor. What do you want to do with just two people?
He was shot dead on the spot by the guards who came from outside.
"Mr. Protector, leave first and then call an ambulance." Giancarlos said to his companions with a dark face. He looked down at the two soldiers who were shot dead and looked at his colleagues around him. "Who can Tell me what happened to these two?”
In addition to internal security, the Presidential Guard also protects the National Palace of Mexico. Most of them are military police, who also bear the responsibility of soldiers of ceremony.
But why do they have bullets in their weapons?
According to the requirements of the courtesy soldiers, they are not allowed to carry bullets. If they need to carry them, they must report it, but under this rule, this situation still occurs.
Then there is only...
A traitor appears!
"All personnel have sealed off the National Palace. No one except the guards is allowed to approach Mr. Cuauquemot. Keita, you take over the command and give me your mobile phone."
Giancarlos took it from his colleague. Through the mobile phone, a call was made directly to Victor's office.
“Hello.”
“Sir, I have something to report to you.”
…
"You mean, Kwaukmot was attacked? And it is suspected that someone in the internal department has defected to drug traffickers?"
"Yes! But we don't know who it is specifically."
Victor was silent. Some people thought it was more difficult to kill him, so they planned to kill Kwaukemot. After all, the other party was the boss of this country.
"Sir, I think we might be able to get Mr. Cuauquemot to come to Tijuana." Giancarlos said softly.
As soon as these words came out, Victor’s eyebrows twitched. Why did you bring him here?
Holding the emperor hostage to order the princes?
TMD!
Are you all too eager to make progress?
What age are we still doing this trick?
“Mexico City is the symbol of Mexico and the pearl of Mexicans. If Mr. President doesn’t stay there, where can he go?”
Victor made the decision directly, and then said, "However, many departments should be in the hands of people who love them. I will send people to help guide them."
Buzzing~
The alarm in the building The sound suddenly sounded.
I saw the secretary running in anxiously.
"Sir, 17 banks called the police, and there were gunfights in 36 places across the city, and the number is still rising."
Victor was startled, but then it became clear.
There is definitely a trap here...
Two places attack important powerful figures in Mexico?
And they attacked Mexico in the morning and Tijuana in the afternoon. There was no plan. Victor went to eat shit.
He smelled a deep conspiracy.
It seems like... CIA style!
Could it be that the so-called Mara Salvatrucha was supported by the CIA?
I’ve been jumping too much recently, so why don’t you put more pressure on yourself?
Victor frowned, always feeling that there was a key point in this that didn't make sense.
It seems that I have offended a lot of American departments recently, and each of them seems to have this ability.
"Order EDM, EDN (Mexican Emergency Response Team) and NTMD (Mexican Drug Enforcement Administration Counter-Terrorism Team) to mobilize to wipe out these saboteurs in Tijuana!"
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(End of this chapter)