Chapter 326 Hire the KGB as an outsourcing agency!

Although the Spanish cabinet has decided to provide support, it will take more than ten days to complete this series.

Although their Prince of Asturias is an "aircraft carrier" in name, it is actually more like a transport ship. It has some helicopters on it and claims to be an aircraft carrier, but in fact it is more like a transport ship.

It is similar to the Japanese light aircraft carrier in World War II.

It's like your son got 30 points in the exam. The teacher can't say your son is stupid, right? What should he say? The future is promising!

Don't bully young people into being poor, don't bully middle-aged people into being poor, don't bully old people into being poor, the dead are the most important...

How can Spain still be able to raise an aircraft carrier like it is now?

I think it’s hard for them to get up from the kang.

The remaining drug dealers and Spanish soldiers on Socorro Island were having a hard time. The warship was bombed. Even if they rescued some medicine and food at sea, there was simply not enough for so many people.

Someone suggested that the prisoners should be abandoned!

Adjutant Lieutenant Colonel Emilio Mora was silent, "What do you think?"

The other officers looked at each other.

"God bless them, Amen." A major said this hypocritically, his face was wet with hunger, he lacked water and dry food, and he was as thin as the Japanese in Siberia.

But even if the Japanese became prisoners of war, they could still maintain high standards of meat and vegetables. No one would have thought that the Soviets were extremely kind to the Japanese.

One is a potato as big as a Soviet fist, and the other is a Soviet fist as big as a potato.

After eating these two meat dishes, I felt so full that I felt so full.

"General, what do you think?" Emilio Mora looked at Rudy Fernandez next to him. Although he was nominally in charge, his performance on the battlefield was simply too poor.

The kind where poor students read it and say why you don’t study.

The other officers looked at him with displeasure, but Emilio Mora still showed him some respect.

Brigadier Rudy Fernandez nodded vigorously, his voice a little hoarse, "You just decide. By the way, is there anything to eat?"

"General! You've already eaten three compressed biscuits!"

Hearing his "request", an officer shouted dissatisfied and raised his voice, Brigadier General Rudy Fernandez immediately shrank. He bowed his head and looked pitiful.

Emilio Mora couldn't stand it, took out a biscuit from his pocket and walked over to hand it over, saying softly, "General, we don't have much food, please... please be patient." 
The other party swallowed and couldn't wait to take it and stuff it into his mouth.

A person who is extremely hungry can really eat anything.

"Why haven't the logistics supplies been delivered yet?"

"The country is urgently contacting the air force in the United States or Central America, but they have to fly through Canada, so they are hesitant and still talking."

"When he stops talking, we will all starve to death!" Emilio Mora slammed his fist on the table and took a deep breath.

You can’t drink urine every day.

Using without water is very irritating.

At this moment, a Spanish soldier ran in from the door, "Sir, outside... there is an airdrop outside!"

"It must be our supplies." A major said slightly excitedly, and then couldn't help but Running outside, Emilio Mora also moved his heart and waved his hand, "Let's go and have a look."

A group of people poured out and sure enough, they saw a group of people on the beach in the distance. Hungry soldiers gathered around a large box.

"Where is the food? Where is the food? Where is the drink? Damn it, what is this? Is it edible?"

"We want water! We want water! We want water. Ah!”

The soldiers shouted dissatisfiedly and couldn't bear it any longer.

"What the hell, it's just a book. It was thrown by the Mexicans. It's not food at all." The major who ran out first cursed and handed it over, "They are just here to disgust us!"
 Emilio Mora took it over and took a look...

"Proof that the Spanish are a nation that eats grass." 》

GrassXM! !

Good guy, Mutaguchi Lianye?

The surrounding officers were cursing and greeting the eighteenth generation of Victor's ancestors.

Emilio Mora licked his lips and looked at the soldiers and drug dealers lying on the ground. Their eyes had lost their light, like walking zombies. Almost everyone knew... their lives were at stake. No more.

“I want to go home!”

Suddenly at this time, a Spanish private stood up and cried.

He collapsed!

He ran towards the ocean loudly, "I want to go home, I don't want to die, my parents are still waiting for me at home, I don't want to die, I want to go home."

In the eyes of everyone, he walked directly into the sea, was swallowed by a wave.

This...

"Surrender! Surrender! We surrender, we don’t want to fight, we want to go home..."

"I don't want to fight either. Surrender and stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

The soldiers began to feel uncomfortable...

They slowly turned their eyes and looked at the officers with scarlet eyes. them.

Emilio Mora’s body froze.

Fuck!

…

“Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.”

At a slightly hidden dock in Quintana Roo, eastern Mexico, Ethan Hunter stood nearby smoking a cigarette, while Ma Zai yelled at the migrant workers and drug dealers carrying bags.

And docked at the edge of the pier...

Type 613 submarine! ! !

That's right, it's the old guy from the Soviet Union.

The Spanish side hopes that the Anti-Victor Alliance can provide some food assistance to the Spanish soldiers on the island. They are willing to give money and vaguely stated that Spain's drug business can be handed over to the North American drug organization.

This made Pablo Escobar, who had originally intended to get involved in the European market, particularly happy. He tried his best to send some supplies over, but the plane passed by and was shot down by missiles. Always be careful of the patrol planes hovering in the sky. If there is no feedback, they will be sunk on the spot.

Then you can only use other tools.

The Type 613 submarine was borrowed from the Medellin Group, and Ethan Hunt is fully responsible for it.

The price of this thing is not expensive. Anyway, if you pay for it, some arms dealers will transport it from the Soviet Union.

Ethan Hunter was holding a cigarette in his mouth and looking at the sea in the distance. In fact, what he was more worried about was that Colombian drug traffickers were too willing to spend money. Medellin and Cali groups were even prepared An army of 70,000 men!

All training is conducted by retired Soviet and European military officers.

All Soviet equipment. A lot of weapons and equipment are continuously transported to the dock every month. The security is getting worse and worse. The crime rate in various countries in Central and South America has soared. ,

Especially in places like Honduras, Guatemala, and Haiti, the regimes seem to be overthrown by drug traffickers!

The big Latin stage, come and risk your life.

The environment used to be pretty good. As long as you don’t get involved in the business of gangsters and drug dealers, they won’t mess with you. Now...

The granddaughter of the head of the Honduras National Bureau said before He was kidnapped for two days and demanded a ransom of 20 million US dollars. After the kidnappers got the money, the body of his granddaughter was dumped in a pig pen in the countryside of the capital the next day.

It’s a mess, it’s such a mess!

Boss Victor, please hurry up and push us over. People have been thinking about Master Wang for a long time. The most important thing is, if you don’t ask me to go back, I will “marry” someone!

After his ex-mistress Blanco, nicknamed "Black Widow," died, for work needs, he hugged Pablo's sister's lap. Oh, his sister...has a husband.

But they didn’t mind, and instead welcomed Ethan Hunter to “marry” him.

What does this mean?

"Boss, Madam is calling." Just as he was lost in thought, the bodyguard came over with the phone in hand.

This bodyguard was sent by the other party, just because they were afraid that he would mess around outside.

Ethan Hunt stiffly squeezed out a smile, "Hi, dear~"

"Dear~kiss~Trojan~" There was a deliberately pinched voice from the other end. Think about it. For a woman who weighs about 170 pounds to act coquettishly with you in this tone means that Ethan is a professional, otherwise, he would have vomited.

"Trojan, what's wrong, do you miss me?" "Of course, I miss your bravery."

Ethan Hunter was also very cooperative in the chat. Made two saucy remarks.

"Okay, Brina, let me have a word with Victor." Pablo's strong voice sounded on the other end of the phone. The other party snorted twice, but still handed the phone over.

"Victor..."

"Boss!" Ethan Hunt shouted hurriedly.

"Call me brother, you are Brina's man, you are qualified."

"Brother...brother."

Pablo's nostrils responded, "You will be my brother-in-law, and I will not treat you badly. I have a task for you here. If it is done well, when you come back, you will be a high-level executive in Medellin!"
 Ethan Hunter squeezed his hand, and his eyes lit up when he heard this. Although he is now the special envoy of the Colombian drug traffickers in the anti-Victor alliance, he has no power at all. He cannot dispatch troops or direct business. , just a puppet.

Get useful information early and get promoted early, he is an agent! He is a super man! It's not a special electric motor.

"Say!" he said, suppressing his excitement.

“I asked you to work as an undercover agent in the Northern Army, what do you think?”

"Brother!" Brynna on the other end shouted dissatisfied, but Pablo looked back at her, and Bryna had to shut her mouth angrily.

? ? ? ?

Double agent? !

Wang Defa?

Can you still play like this?

His mind was spinning rapidly, "No problem, Brother Pablo, leave this matter to me. I will do it for you even if I risk my life. However, I am a little worried. I am an amateur. I don't know how to do it at all." I understand the intelligence industry. If something goes wrong and the group suffers serious losses, I will be really sorry. I ask you to send a professional to teach me. I believe I can learn it quickly."

Look, this is it. Call the correct "deny" template.

You come up and say, I can’t be the boss, you can find someone else. What does this make the boss think? I think if you just shirk, people will be unhappy. If you are unhappy, how can you get promoted? How to get a salary increase? How to marry Bai Fumei?

You tell him that you really want to go, but you are not a professional and you are afraid of ruining his business and he will think differently.

Pablo was silent for a while, and his tone softened a lot.

"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to be a front-line spy. There will be dedicated people there. I want you to be responsible for collecting and relaying their intelligence. You will be their only online contact!"

Garbage transfer station?

Thump thump...

Ethan Hunter's heart jumped unexpectedly. Doesn't this mean that he can know a lot of private information? !

"The Northern Army...is difficult to infiltrate."

Pablo said impatiently, "You don't need to worry about this. Victor will recruit 80,000 new soldiers at once. We are still capable of adding some people into them, and..."

People's hearts are unpredictable!

No matter how charming Victor's personality is, he is not as attractive as the ugly guy on the dollar. What he can guarantee is that most of them will be loyal to themselves.

It turns out that Pablo was thinking about this...

"No problem! I'll do it!" Ethan Hunt decisively accepted the task, "I won't let you Disappointed.”

"Well, I'll have someone send you a list. Do your best." Pablo said a few polite words of relief before hanging up the phone.

Ethan Hunter looked at the sea and smiled happily.

Pablo, right? I'll let you understand what it means to beat a dog with a meat bun, and there will be no return.

Huh?

It seems the metaphor is wrong.

"Boss, the supplies are all loaded." At this time, the boy in charge of loading the goods ran over and said, "Are we going to leave?"

"Don't worry, we will start again tomorrow."

"Ah ? This... the Spaniards on this island have no food." The younger brother said in confusion.

"Is he your father or is he your mother? What time is it now? Let the brothers eat and drink by themselves first. We will send it to you tomorrow. Can they still starve to death?" Ethan Hunter asked He waved his hands and said unhappily, "Tell the brothers, I will pay for the red light district today!"

The boy still wanted to speak, but he glared at him and could only shrink his neck.

"Let's go, let's call it a day. Boss Victor is treating us today!" The discerning younger brother ran to the dock and waved to everyone. All the drug dealers and workers who were still complaining suddenly cheered when they heard this.

Leaving the dock with a smile, I was already looking forward to the beautiful life at night.

When Ethan Hunt walked past a trash can at the door, he threw the empty cigarette box in and left with it in his pocket.

There are only security guards patrolling the pier.

A garbage truck drove in, and two staff members emptied the garbage into their back pockets, pulled the truck away from the dock, and greeted the familiar patrolling drug dealers.

The garbage truck drove to the disposal station. As soon as it fell down, a dozen people wearing masks rushed out and rummaged inside. After a while, Ethan Hunter's cigarette box was discovered.

Sent to the webmaster's office.

The webmaster saw a string of numbers on it and interpreted the information by comparing the contents in a code book. An hour later, the information arrived at the General Directorate of Foreign Intelligence, Augustin Przeucir. In his hand, he calibrated it several times and placed it on the governor's desk.

This is the efficiency of the current intelligence department!

Victor is very concerned about information. Give money, give money, give money!

"A submarine is transporting supplies to Socorro Island?" Victor raised his eyebrows, not panicking at all. "They can transport whatever they want. When the Spaniards are eating on the island, we will send planes to bomb them and ask them if they want bombs. Don’t be nervous about this.”

Hey, we still lack the navy!

Wait until our navy comes out and kill you idiots!

Augustin Przeucir nodded, "General, there is one more thing I want to report to you."

"Say."

"The Foreign Intelligence Service... is short of money." Augustin Przeucir said this with a bit of embarrassment.

Victor paused his hands and looked at the other party, "This is the fifth month, and your game has burned 900 million US dollars..."

"General, we have also achieved results. Currently, we have 678 employees, 223 front-line agents assigned abroad, and more than 4,500 cooperative employees. This burns money very quickly, but we are still far behind the CIA and FBI. They have more than 100,000 people around the world. "Scale." Augustin Przeucir hurriedly explained, "If we want to maintain competition in future intelligence wars, we cannot save money. This is an important matter that will determine the future for a long time."
 Victor stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous. I know that you have worked hard and achieved great results. I am also willing to invest money in the intelligence department. However, I think we should have other methods, such as contacting the KGB offices in Europe and North America." , hired them as outsourcing personnel, and tried to swallow them after the collapse of the Soviet Union!"

Augustin Przeucir frowned, "This...are they willing?"

"How is the relationship between the Soviets and the Americans?"

"Very bad!"

"What about our relationship with the United States?"

"It is also very bad. "

Victor spread his hands, "Isn't that the case? We are not asking them to betray the country, we are just giving them a job to support their families, but the KGB is about to starve to death."

starve?

Is that an exaggeration?

Augustin Przeucir seemed to remember that there were big problems within the Soviet Union, such as the gap between the rich and the poor was too large, the Baltic Fleet had not paid wages for a long time, and some officers stole the money from the warships. Radar to sell.

It was also sold to a small country in South Africa.

“The next focus of the Foreign Intelligence Service is to tilt towards the Soviet Union. We want their intelligence personnel, scientific and technical personnel, and scholars, as long as they can be used, we want them. Don’t be afraid of spending money.”

Victor stood up, walked over, and patted Augustin Przeucir on the shoulder, "You do a good job. Jason has a lot to do. You can also be the director of the Mexican International News Department in the future. You also want to be in your own right." Add a few stars on your shoulders.”

Isn’t this the same as saying to the second son, the prince is sick, please try harder?

Even if Augustin Przeucir had no ambition, he was tickled by these few words. His face suddenly turned red, his eyes widened, and he stood up straight with a snap, "Hi. ! Loyal!”

“Wan Sheng!”

The general nodded with satisfaction.

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(End of this chapter)