Working as a police officer in Mexico

It was drizzling at night in Mexico City.

The solitude and loneliness of the slums are like a dead city hidden in the darkness. The children huddled in the corner folded their arms and sat on the moss-covered steps in front of their homes, looking at the bright lights and greenery in the distance.

There is yearning in his eyes.

There was a woman standing at the entrance of the alley behind her, wearing cheap black stockings, leaning against the wall, lighting a cigarette for herself, taking a puff to relieve her fatigue, and looking at the noisy neighborhood with helpless sadness in her eyes.

"Miss."

A gentle voice interrupted their thoughts. The daughter turned around and saw a man in a suit with a smile on his face, "Excuse me, do you know Genesis?"

"Genesis Daniel!" Ethan Hunt emphasized the last name.

He's looking for the "whore" in Quintero's mouth!

The woman looked at him, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and said directly, "Money, I want money."

Ethan Hunt took out a hundred-dollar bill from the lining of his suit and handed it to her. The woman's eyes lit up and she reached out to grab it. She pointed not far away in a professional manner, "Genesis." Right over there."

"Thank you!" Ethan Hunter thanked him very gentlemanly, took two steps, then turned back, and under the woman's surprised eyes, he reached out and put out her cigarette, "Smoking is not good for your health, madam. "

"Civilians are not welcome in Mexico City, go to Baja California, Mexico wants to be there."

Ethan Hunter took out three more US dollars and handed them to him, and looked at the child sitting on the steps who was looking over curiously.

"Mr. Victor doesn't like to divide people into three, six or nine grades. He wants people who love him to eat, children to learn knowledge for free, and the elderly to be taken care of. Everyone should be treated well."

"Victor bless you."

Ethan Hunt held the woman's face, kissed her forehead, and turned around to leave.

Looking at the figure disappearing into the dark night, the woman stared blankly.

"Mom..." The child raised his head and shouted timidly.

The woman looked down at the child, her face covered with dirt, but her eyes were shining like stars in the sky. When she was a child...she might have been so clear, right?

Since when did you start standing here?

When you were a child...what did you dream of being?

Teacher, scientist, or athlete?

"Do you want to study?" The woman asked suddenly for some reason, her voice trembling a little.

All men liked the way they smoked, but only that man put out his cigarette and told himself the dangers of smoking.

The child's eyes lit up when he heard the reading, but soon dimmed, and he shook his head, "I want to grow up early, and then I can go to the pier to carry big bags. Then my mother won't have to be so tired."

This sentence was like a knife piercing the woman's heart, and she burst into tears while holding her child.

When has the world ever been kind to the poor?

She didn't want her child to become the bottom of society, so she grabbed his hand and said, "Let's go! Go to Baja California and study!"

Ethan Hunt (part-time policy advocate) followed the woman's instructions and came to the destination, and happened to see four strong men pulling a woman out of the house.

Very rude!

There was even a man who slapped him in the face.

"Smelly woman! If you keep arguing, I'll send you to the maritime brothel on the US-Mexico border!"

"Gentlemen..." Ethan Hunt walked out of the darkness, smiling broadly, "Please be gentle to the ladies."

The men were startled, recovered and quickly drew their guns, but Ethan Hunter was faster, taking out the military version of Pistol88B and shooting at several of them.

Chug tug tug…

But he didn't bring 31 bullets, only 10. His marksmanship was accurate. After killing three people, he threw the gun to the side, rushed forward, grabbed the opponent's wrist, and wanted to say goodbye.

beng!

Bullets went to the sky.

Ethan Hunt took out a butterfly knife from his pocket, stabbed the man in the stomach more than a dozen times, and with the last blow, he inserted it directly into the neck. He pulled out the knife, wiped it on the corpse's face, and turned around. , with a smile on his face again.

Looking at the woman sitting on the ground in shock.

Ethan Hunt asked very gentlemanly, "Ma'am, can I see your butt?"

…

"No! No! No!" Female reporter Leanna L. Carters screamed loudly, and her voice was heard in the office building of the Mexican International News Department.

There was a cry in her voice, "I don't want to see Quintero."

"This is just a kind of... huh? Hospice care." The staff held back for a long time before uttering these words and forcefully opened her fingers.

Drag her into the interrogation room.

B2 is rubbing the scalpel. Today he plans to use a drill to drill into Quintero's bones, which Camarena suffered before.

Hearing the noise, he turned around and saw Lyanna. He raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Do you want a few more blows for her?"

"The director said to let her see Quintero. After all, the two have a good relationship."

B2 nodded, moved half of his body, revealing Quintero on the chair, "Miss Lyanna, take a look as you like."

Quintero, who was sitting there with his head lowered, raised his head hard when he heard the familiar name and the familiar voice, and tried hard to open his eyes. When he saw Lyanna, his eyes widened instantly, and he didn't know where it came from. With so much strength, his throat roared like a wild beast.

"Kill you! Kill you!"

B2 pulled her forward, "Come closer. Look, drug dealers are like this, but they have to be the leader. Next our boss plans to bring Gallardo over to see if he can carry it for a few days."

Lyanna had clearly taken too much drugs and couldn't control her peeing, which was leaking on the ground.

At this moment, the door was pushed open and Jason Bourne walked in. He frowned when he saw this scene, "Gentlemen, stop it and take Quintero away. The DEA and CIA are here."

Upon hearing this, several agents quickly removed the handcuffs on Quintero's hands, who was still staring at Lyanna.

"Quiet!" B2 gave Quintero a big slap and dragged him out of the interrogation room.

Jason Bourne looked at Lyanna, "Have you ever taken drugs?"

The woman was so frightened that she didn't know what to do and didn't even answer.

Jason Bourne shrugged, took out his gun and shot, biubiubiu!

"I'm sorry, but addicts deserve to die too. No trade, no harm."

…

Mexicali Security Department Parlor.

Victor sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and Alejandro next to him was a little anxious and at a loss.

Because there are two Americans in front of me!

A DEA spokesman in Mexico: Jonatan Panier, who is tall and thick, has the same arm muscles as Stallone, has a bald head, and looks fierce.

There is also an overseas agent from the CIA: Tulio Walters. He is a gentle man and wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

The two of them started fighting each other when they met.

The hatred between the two departments is simply deeper than a 300-level serial drama about the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

From an organizational level, the CIA is on the same level as the Department of Justice, the boss of the DEA. In fact, it is higher than the Department of Justice, because it is only responsible to the president, unlike the Department of Justice, which is also subject to various restrictions by Congress.

In order to support the Nicaraguan Anti-Government X-Force (CONTRA), the CIA hired some non-staff pilots to fly weapons to them. . . .

And these pilots will sell some drugs along the way.

Then he was caught by the DEA.

This matter was even discussed in the parliament at that time, but many people thought that compared with anti-Soviet, a little drug is nothing.

DEA has always been in a situation where his mother-in-law doesn't kiss him and his uncle doesn't love him.

On a deeper level, the two departments represent two systems (cannot elaborate, it would be a waste of words).

As for the DEA's subsequent involvement in drug trafficking, this should be a matter after the millennium. After all, there are always people who sing in hope, while others sink in despair.

But no matter what, DEA can still be called "the light of mankind" throughout the 20th century.

"Put your paws away, Jonatan, do you DEA people like to use your fists to solve problems?" Tulio Walters said with disdain and raised his eyes.

"We use our fists to fight drug dealers, unlike some people who use hooks to attract drug dealers to do themselves, just like prostitutes, using their bodies and souls to do disgusting things." Jonatan of the DEA is obviously not low in combat effectiveness.

These words angered the other party, "Watch your words and deeds! Muscular idiot!"

"How's it going? Are you going to fight? Bastard, don't think I don't know that you were right next to Camarena when he died!"

Jonatan exploded a bigger melon, and he glared fiercely at the CIA agent in front of him, "I swear, I will blow your head off!"

Victor sat up straight, he loved to hear gossip.

Tulio Walters twitched his face and took a deep breath, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"You know that, bastard."

Tulio Walters didn't want to talk more about this topic, but he was obviously a little guilty. He turned to look at Victor, "You know why I came to you, Mr. Victor, our intelligence is that Quintero is here with you. Hand him over to the CIA."

"Why? Quintero is a drug dealer who handed it over to our DEA!"

"Mexico has no extradition clause with the United States." Victor spread his hands.

"This is a document signed by your President Carlos." Tulio Walters handed over a document.

Casare hurried over and took it.

Victor glanced and smiled, "I don't recognize a person who cooperates with drug traffickers as the president of Mexico."

Tulio Walters's expression suddenly changed.

"This is an order from the CIA!"

Victor picked his ears and looked calm, "You obviously don't know who you are talking to. Let me give you a hint. I am not in danger. Tulio, I am a dangerous person. Do you underestimate me so much?" If I’m not happy, I’m someone else’s victim.”

CIA?

What a great name!

Leaving aside the current world situation, does the CIA have the power to mobilize hundreds of thousands of troops to encircle and suppress me?

Or should we throw a big mushroom on Mexico's head?

None of this is realistic.

If it's so easy to get rid of someone, why don't you get rid of Fidel Castro?

"I have no intention of damaging the interests of the United States, but the CIA does not represent the United States!" Victor narrowed his eyes, "Who gave you the power to order me?"

The CIA and FBI are both T0 entities in the United States. They are so full of evil that the public is almost disgusted by them.

It is because of Camarena's death that the image of the DEA began to gain weight in many American dramas and was gradually accepted by the public.

The anti-drug cause is still what mankind aspires to.

Unlike after the millennium, when a boomerang directly cut down the United States, there is a joke that a DM trafficker was sentenced to 20 years in prison. After the result came out, he saw a sign on the roadside. It says: DM to purchase, please contact XX.

Latin America is always full of magic, and so is the United States.

Just an ordinary CIA agent?

What are you cowardly about?

It's not like the Yankees came in.

Tulio Walters looked at Victor with a sinister expression. To be honest, Victor didn't like this look.

I really want to beat the other person to death!

But I glanced at Jonatan from the DEA next to me, and he was also an American...

"You can go away, idiot." Jonatan laughed and mocked, "Don't you know that you need to lower your dignity to find someone to do things?"

"You CIA people are always so proud."

"Sooner or later he will be beaten to death in the street."

Tulio Walters didn't even lift his butt, and just looked at Victor, "No one can refuse the CIA."

Victor smiled.

Casare sighed.

Why are you talking so much nonsense?

…

PS: Two more in the afternoon, and today I will continue with 10,000 words.

You know a lot of political things, brothers, this is a novel, just read it and enjoy it!