Chapter 209 Loyalty is not absolute, which means absolute disloyalty!
Actually, when entertaining American guests, there are many pairs of eyes watching.
Victor is too famous.
As a person in power, everything you poop has great research value. Take the CIA for example. It is said that he has a department of agents that collects the feces, saliva and X fluid of bosses in various countries, because from then on In these things, you can see his physical condition.
Some eyes found that in this atmosphere, there was a missing person.
Alejandro!
The number three figure in the "Victor Military Group" who is generally considered by the outside world has not been heard from for a while.
A group of people with evil intentions smelled something from this.
Could it be that...
Victor has a problem with Alejandro? Was he excluded from the core group?
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You have to think carefully about it.
A luxury area in Tijuana.
Most of the top executives of the "Victor Military Group" live here. It used to be a real estate run by the Tijuana drug cartel. After they were wiped out, this place naturally returned to the public.
The smallest ones are about 700 square meters, including a small swimming pool. The Benjamin brothers used to build the properties to bribe some high-ranking officials, so there are even very private places inside.
Victor adheres to the policy of high salary and integrity, and does not exclude his subordinates from living in luxury houses. As long as you are good, the boss will take you to eat and drink.
In Villa No. 3, this is Alejandro’s house. His wife and children are in the United States. In his mind, the education, medical care and environment there must be better than here. Maybe, even if If Victor works hard for a hundred years, Mexico will be just Mexico.
The United States is number one in the world!
In the study.
He was immersed in writing in his diary, turning on the desk lamp, and could vaguely see scattered words, but occasionally he could see one or two whole sentences.
"Victor is becoming more and more authoritarian. I am not very satisfied with his style. He leaves no room for action and wants to eradicate everything he does. Privately, many people say that he is more like a tyrant. Perhaps, Mexico cannot do so under his guidance. Bringing true peace ”
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Alejandro has a backlash?
His brows were furrowed, and his dissatisfaction with Victor was actually written between the lines, especially when the other party asked him to falsify "31 FBI" corpses, which made him even more unhappy as a "spiritual American" .
He is the governor of Baja California. Why does it feel like the power belongs to Victor?
Not everyone wants to be Casare.
But he did not dare to express some opinions publicly, and could only write some complaints in his diary privately.
Dong dong dong~
A knock on the door suddenly sounded.
“Who!” Alejandro raised his head suddenly and quickly closed the diary. His heart was beating as if he had been caught in an affair.
"First...Sir, the guard contacted us. There was a man outside the gate who said he was your friend." The servant outside the door was startled by the other person's tone and said tremblingly. The Filipino servant was quite fluent in Spanish.
Friends?
Alejandro pondered for a moment, "Ask him to wait for me in the living room."
The servant responded and ran downstairs.
He closed the notebook. This diary had a lock and could be locked. A three-digit password was required, and then he put the notebook into the safe.
It seems that he also knows that the things inside are important.
After putting on clothes and going downstairs, I happened to see a servant walking in with a white man. The man was very well-proportioned, wearing a hat and a white suit. When he saw Alejandro, He bowed slightly.
But he didn’t know this person at all, and he felt nervous.
"Don't be nervous, sir, I'm here with good intentions." The other party may have noticed Alejandro's nervousness and said with a smile.
"Can you bring me a cup of coffee? No sugar, please put some milk. Thank you." The white man looked at the servant's gentle mouth. The latter looked at the master, and Alejandro nodded after hesitating. The servant quickly walked into the kitchen next door.
"Who are you?"
"My name is West, and I serve the CIA. Mr. Alejandro, do you want to overthrow Victor's brutal rule?"
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Crash!
It suddenly started raining heavily in Tijuana.
Outside the villa area.
A van, the windshield wipers were turned on, the sound was a bit harsh, but the lights were not turned on, which looked very strange.
In the car, there are a lot of... listening devices!
These people are apparently from the Mexican Ministry of Information.
"Head! There's a situation." A monitoring officer with headphones suddenly said. Sitting next to him, a senior intelligence officer with long hair who looked like a rock singer: George Smiley was smoking. Yan, when he heard this, he raised his head like a sloth.
The expression is a bit lifeless.
Who really likes working overtime at night?
That damn Jason Bourne, CNMD.
Sure enough, scolding leaders at the grassroots level is routine practice.
Whenever you scold your boss at work and your colleague is too embarrassed to say anything, you have to wonder if they are related.
"Let it out," said George Smiley, taking a drag on his cigarette.
The monitoring staff pressed the button.
Then it was played from inside, "I serve the CIA, Mr. Alejandro, do you want to overthrow Victor's brutal rule?"
"Ahem!!"
George Smiley took a puff of cigarette directly from his ears, coughed violently, and panic finally appeared on his face.
Hold!
Can this be said?
In fact, their Mexican News Department has long been eyeing a lot of foreign spies. They are not freeloaders. If Victor throws money away, the whole Tijuana is a fucking mess. I know you did it yesterday. What.
The reason why I didn’t catch it was because I wanted to take a long time to catch the big fish.
But who knew that this British guy would come directly to Alejandro? !
Want to instigate rebellion against him? !
George Smiley looked at the monitor nervously, and he could even hear heavy breathing inside. These houses were all bugged when they were distributed.
The Mexican Ministry of Information, chartered by the royal power, is very powerful.
They are not controlled by anyone. If they are in other places, they can even apply for cooperation from the anti-drug forces, but they can only mobilize a maximum of 50 people. More people require higher authority. Except for Victor, all the top officials of the anti-drug force are under surveillance.
Including Casare.
After about ten seconds, Alejandro's voice came, "Please get out! OUT! You are not welcome here, Mr. West!"
George Shi Miley's heart sank. As an agent, he knew that Alejandro should actually have fluctuations in his heart.
Loyalty is not absolute, it means absolutely disloyalty!
This sentence suddenly rang in his mind.
Could it be that Alejandro really has this idea?
No way...
He is the third person in the anti-drug force!
George Smiley's eyes twitched and he continued to listen carefully.
“You should know what Victor is doing. He has destroyed a lot of balance. The most important thing is that he lacks respect and fear for the CIA. This is very irrational behavior. We are happy to support a pro. Americans, we can help you overthrow him, even Cuauquemot, Mexico should call your name.”
"Your children can go to the best schools in the United States, your wife will fulfill her ideals in the United States, and you will become a friend of the CIA and a brother of the United States. We can even award you a medal for your efforts in promoting the United States and Mexico. Relationship efforts. "
"And Victor? He can only lead Mexico astray and pull him down. If you sit in his position, you will do better than him. We at the CIA are also willing to help. You ban drugs across the country, I swear in the name of God.”
The CIA bastard made the condition in a very seductive tone.
These people actually spoke in the name of God?
Don’t be ashamed either!
But in Latin America, they have this ability, so I can do whatever I want!
George Smiley rubbed his sweaty palms and was so nervous that he couldn't breathe. He knew that he might be witnessing the first internal conflict in the anti-drug force? ? ? ?
When an organization develops to this point, there will always be people who want to drift away.
Without Victor, would he be the governor of California?
No!
He is still the shabby director who cowers in the National Prison Bureau. Ordinary criminals can slap him. Who gave him his current dignity and status?
"What do you need me to do?" Alejandro murmured softly, his voice was very soft, as if he couldn't get over the moral criticism in his heart, but he couldn't help it.
Everyone in the van was breathing heavily.
George Smiley raised his head, closed his eyes, sighed, and when he opened them again, "Report this matter and let Mr. Victor know as soon as possible."
< br>"Head, this...this..." someone next to him hesitated and spoke.
"What? Do you also want to betray?" George Smiley squinted his eyes, "If you want to die, tell me and I will help you find a place to rest."
The subordinate's scalp was numb and he immediately refused. Dare to speak.
Someone nearby quickly called the person on duty at the headquarters.
In the monitor, chatter was heard one after another.
"Your choice is correct, sir. In Latin America, if we at the CIA want to help you sit in the position of speaker, you don't have to worry. You should think about how you should sit up. ! ”
"But now is not the time to overthrow him. We need to prepare. We just want to know now, where do his weapons come from? How many soldiers does he have? Is there anyone behind him?"
"I don't know. ." Alejandro was direct.
This immediately confused the other party. He frowned and asked, "You don't know? You are the third person."
"Victor never lets me manage the military. I am not allowed to inspect the work of any army without permission. I am only responsible for civil affairs, but...he also completely delegates power to me!"
Alejandro Yue said! The more excited he became, "I am only 40 years old and I still want to work hard, so he treats me like a mascot. I go to work and get off work every day, and I am so idle!"
George Smiley, who was monitoring the situation, half-opened his mouth when he heard this.
Isn’t it... bad to go to work and do nothing, live in a luxury house, and get your salary on time every month?
But people are different.
Some people are eager to get off work, while others want to show off their talents.
Pursue something different.
The choices are also different.
In the Mexican News Department, the colleague on duty quickly recorded the incident and found the boss Jason Bourne. When the other party saw it, his buttocks seemed to be on fire, and he rushed towards him in a hurry. Victor's office.
The staff on the road looked surprised when they saw him like this. When had Jason ever been so panicked?
He knocked on the door of Victor's office, where he was chatting privately with Forrest Gan. Jason Bourne ran up to him and whispered something in his ear.
Victor's facial expression was stiff, but he quickly restrained himself and forced out a smile, but Forrest Gan could still see the reluctance in his smile.
"Please wait a moment."
Finally, Victor couldn't help it. After saying something to the other party, he stood up and walked out of the office. His expression suddenly looked like it could swallow someone!
"Seize that CIA!! Take him to the water prison, I will make him suffer a lot!"
"What about Mr. Alejandro?"
Victor He was quiet for a while and stood still.
"It turns out that this is what it means to be alone!" He suddenly sighed.
No matter how good your friend is, in the end when he encounters power, money, and women, he will fall apart if his views on greatness are different.
Thomas Sankara, Compaoré and Lingani were all good friends, and the three of them even slept in the same bed. What was the result?
The macho man from the land of gentlemen was betrayed by his two best brothers!
He was only 38 years old when he died!
And Allende and Pinochet in Chile, their relationship was also very good at the beginning.
The world is fucked!
The higher you climb, the less friends you have. Everywhere you look, you see interests and hypocrisy!
Victor just didn’t expect that it would be his turn so soon.
CIA!
CNMD!
"Prepare the car, I'm going to ask him personally."
"I want to ask him why he betrayed me!"
"Could it be that... I'm just going to bless him? Can’t go to Mexico?”
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(End of this chapter)