Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Throw her downstairs!"

Upon hearing the boss's order, the younger brothers rushed over with wild smiles, grabbed the woman's wheelchair and threw it downstairs.

This public rental building is on the seventh floor. If you throw it down, you will definitely die.

The woman struggled and shouted loudly.

"Let her go! Bastard, let her go!" Kwaukmot tried to rush forward, but was pinned to the ground. His face was red and his veins could be seen.

His son McClure also rushed forward, but was kicked away by the drug dealer.

Hearing the movement at the opposite door, he opened the door, but when he saw the situation, he quickly closed the door.

"Throw it away! Throw it away!" The man with the nose ring laughed.

Dong Dong Dong…

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and everyone looked outside.

I saw a man standing at the door. He was wearing a suit and had short hair. He looked very energetic and had a Mexican face. He was not very handsome, but he looked clean. He was about 20 years old.

Like a salesperson.

"Is this Mr. Cuauquemot's house?"

"roll!"

The man with the nose ring glared at him angrily and cursed, "If you don't want to die, get out of here."

The man was startled when he saw the scene in front of him, but his eyes swept around and he saw everyone in at once. He smiled and said, "Sorry, it seems I'm a little late."

"CNMD!" The drug dealer near the door frowned and planned to give this kid a look.

Unexpectedly, the other party took out a pistol directly from his suit and shot him in the head. The bullet went into his eye socket and got stuck in his skull.

Turn the gun around and shoot directly at the other drug dealers in the room!

Military version Pistol88B!

Submachine pistol with 31 rounds of magazine.

This man's hand was very steady, and the recoil didn't even cause him to shake.

The most important thing is that he suddenly draws his gun. Who can avoid it at close range?

Within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate!

The man with the nose ring reacted quickly. Just as he was about to reach out and pull out the pistol stuck in his waist, the bullet went through his neck.

Covering his neck, he fell to the ground and twitched.

The man walked in calmly, looked at McClure, covered his eyes with his hand, and shot the drug dealer who fell to the ground with his right hand.

This action...

Done in one go!

It looks like 007 in the movie!

The man put the pistol back into his clothes and lay next to McClure's ear, "Go in and rest, boy."

Quaukmot grabbed his son, covered his eyes, and looked at him warily, "Who are you, sir?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, look, I forgot again. My name is Ethan Hunt. This is my business card." The man patted his head, touched his pocket, took out a business card from his jacket and handed it over with both hands. .

Quaukmot took it, lowered his head and glanced quickly.

"Director of the International Information Office in Mexico?"

What's this?

Why have I never heard of it?

"I'm a reporter." Ethan Hunt grinned.

NMD! Is your reporter's marksmanship so good?

Still carrying a gun with you?

"I came from Baja California, and Mr. Victor invites you to see Baja California without drugs."

"Victor?" Cuauquemot raised his eyebrows. When he heard the name, he felt relieved subconsciously. There was probably no one in Mexico who didn't know this name. He looked back at his wife and hurriedly went over to help him up.

"How does he know about me?"

Ethan Hunt laughed: "Victor is watching Mexico."

Quaukmot opened his mouth. This sentence should be said by a Yankee.

"He asked me to tell you something. A real warrior never fights alone, and a pride of lions never fights alone. Saving Mexico requires the efforts of more people."

"He expects you to see his results and share his joy."

Cuaukmote was silent when he heard this. He was a smart man and understood what Victor meant. He had heard of Raul. Regarding the matter in Salinas, I also understand what the recent turmoil is.

You know, he is recognized as Carlos' successor.

His status is not low, but this era does not belong to him yet. Perhaps because he knows the threat he poses to Carlos, Raul has come to warn him several times to give up his illusions.

One time, he even yelled at himself in the office area and said arrogantly, "Mexico belongs to the Salinas family and no one can take it away."

The arrogance is evident.

Fortunately...he's dead.

Quaukmot hesitated, and his wife squeezed his hand tightly, "Go, you probably need someone to help you."

She hesitated, "I just hope that the child can grow up safely."

These words shocked his heart. He looked down at his wife, who was pleading. She usually tried hard to look strong.

But in fact she is really fragile.

Didn't she cry? When her legs were broken by a drug dealer, she hid in bed and cried for a long time, but when facing her husband and children, she was strong enough to comfort them.

She is just a woman, and she needs to be cared for, but she also knows that her husband has sacrificed a lot for Mexico, and she can endure it for the sake of her family.

But she prayed more than once, hoping that God would bless and keep their family safe.

I escaped this time, but what about next time? What about next time?

Cuaukmote sighed, raised his head and looked at Ethan Hunt: "Okay, I will apply to inspect Baja California tomorrow."

"Welcome, don't worry, we will be by your side to protect you during this period." Ethan Hunter looked at the corpses around him and picked up the money box brought by the man with the nose ring.

It's called trophies.

He took out a stack of U.S. dollars from it and put it on the table, "Sir, Victor said that a just cause also requires food, a salary, and a life. You can hate U.S. dollars, but you can't lose them. They can make Our struggle is stronger.”

After saying that, Ethan Hunter left.

No quality at all.

At least help others get rid of the corpse.

Quaukmot looked around. There were not even high-end clocks on the walls. The carpets were all collected from the second-hand market. His father was not a man who could make money. After his death, he left nothing behind. .

But the most valuable thing, he always believed was integrity!

The charm of my father is that even though he has been dead for more than 10 years, his aura still protects him, but... times have changed, and drug dealers have become unruly.

"We will stay in a hotel outside tonight." Kwaukmot picked up the money and stuffed it into his pocket, hugging his wife and son. "Don't worry, I will always protect you."

Ethan Hunt went downstairs and got into a red sedan.

Four people were sitting inside.

Of course he couldn't have come alone.

"Protect them well and make sure nothing goes wrong," Ethan Hunter said.

Colleagues nodded.

Kwaukmot was an important step for Mr. Victor.

Politics need to be resolved through political means.

Violence is just a derivative of politics.

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