Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 210 Alejandro... is dead!

Victor went to wash his face and returned to the office. His expression was calm and unrestrained again, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Sorry, I had something to do at work just now." He apologized to Forrest Gump.

The other party was also a smart man, and did not continue to ask. It was definitely not a small matter to make a person in power look bad.

Just like "Emperor Meixizongling" gave a demonstration class to students in an elementary school in Florida. When he heard about the flying man in the sky, his expression was also extraordinary, and he was obviously a little confused.

They are just calmer than ordinary people.

They are not supermen.

I don't believe it. When Colonel Ka died, wasn't he afraid?

"Sir, what do you think of my proposal?" Forrest Gump didn't ask more about this matter. He pulled back the whole question and looked at Victor with hope.

This made the latter a little overwhelmed.

I originally thought this guy was a... well-behaved person, but it was obvious that he was very bold!

He wants to form a "secret society" in the United States, just like the Eulogian Club!

This thing was actually founded in the Skull and Bones Society of Yale University. It is not as mysterious and strange as the novelists say. It is just a small gang of elites, but among this group of elites, there are three American presidents and two Supreme Court justices.

What else do they have besides these!

The essence of secret societies is to use each other's abilities and power to help themselves achieve their desired goals.

Is it for the purpose of throwing a party?

If the person sitting in front of Victor was an American political elite, he might be very interested, but he is just a retired soldier who is still studying. Even if he has potential, he only has potential.

However, fortunately Forrest Gump did not say that he wanted to rebuild the "Black Panthers", otherwise Victor would have kicked him out.

He politely rejected the invitation to form a club. "Forrest Gump, it's not convenient for me to do this in Mexico. However, I fully support your behavior. Since Yale University has their Skull and Bones Club, you can set up a club at Cornell University and recruit some potential elites. I can provide all the funds."

In fact, the annual Yale University Alumni Association is the internal team building of the CIA. The founder Robert Lovett is a member of the "Skull and Bones Club". The entire CIA building is like a "haunted house".

Victor wants to be a sponsor.

Although Forrest Gump was a little disappointed that he didn't get Victor in, he heard that he was giving money, oh, that's great!

"By the way, I have only one request." Victor suddenly spoke.

"Please say."

"No Nigo."

Forrest Gump looked strange, but still agreed. Isn't it just not wanting black people? Anyway, there is no loss.

"What's your name?"

"Azure Gold Society!"

Victor was startled, and then he heard Forrest Gump say, "I hope that under our sky, all evil will retreat, and all bad guys will get the punishment they deserve, all for the blue sky!"

Very idealistic purpose.

Hope...

Wait for you to still have this drive in 20 years.

"Then you have to work hard to climb up, Forrest Gump, how is your family in the United States?"

"My father is just an ordinary farmer, but he has passed away. I am of Irish descent, and it is said that I came to the United States in the 17th century."

That's a white-collar worker, not an aristocrat!

This is not easy to do in the United States.

The European and American world pays more attention to blood, while in Southeast Asia only dogs care about blood, but there is no way, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

"Then I have to find an ancestor for you!" Victor murmured, and his brain began to think carefully about whether there are famous Americans among the Irish?

Find an ancestor? Forrest Gump didn't understand what this meant at all, and his eyes were confused.

Finally, Victor thought of someone.

"James Buchanan led your family to rise! You are from the United States in the 15th century, do you understand?"

This is the 15th president of the United States.

Forrest Gump also reacted. This is to add a little "noble" blood to his identity. He is not morally clean, so he will not feel uncomfortable, but...

"James Buchanan doesn't seem to have a wife."

"Not having a wife doesn't mean not having a mistress. You can be the product of him and anyone else, but if someone outside asks you, just say that you are Buchanan's descendant. This is just a stepping stone. The next step is to use US dollars."

This kind of operation, MD, made Forrest Gump a little stunned.

"Don't worry, I will find someone to clean up your affairs. Remember, you are now the descendant of James Buchanan!"

Anyway, it's almost four hundred years old. Who knows it? If Lincoln wasn't so famous, you can say that you are Lincoln's illegitimate child.

Those nobles don't dare to check DNA, otherwise the so-called family of hundreds of years really exists? The report is not accurate, and the field was plowed by an old cow. What they want is just this "name".

Victor patted Forrest Gump on the shoulder, "Come, have a drink, Mr. President's descendant."

Forrest Gump hurriedly picked up the red wine, and the two people's glasses lightly clinked.

Celebrate...

Forrest Gump found his great...great-great-grandfather.

...

Late at night, the heavy rain in Tijuana became more fierce.

It was like God peeing, but there was a little more stored.

In that van.

George Smiley was sure that Alejandro had betrayed!

The CIA issued KPIs to each other.

Ask him to find out where Victor's weapons come from!

Secondly, those who bribe the army.

The third is to put a monitor in Victor's office.

"I hope you can do it. Of course, don't worry, our CIA will give you money first. Your daughter will go to the best private school. We will pay for the money, and we will arrange the best priest to say mass for her. You can get more than 20,000 US dollars in cash rewards every month..."

"Thank you!" Alejandro nodded.

George Smiley, who was in the monitoring car, smashed the mineral water in his hand on the car. It bounced up and hit another employee. The other employee was so frightened that he did not dare to say a word.

this…

Twenty thousand dollars!

Can’t Boss Victor afford this price?

Based on the level of Baja California’s “Integrity Support Plan” alone, Alejandro can earn more than $100,000 a year!

This is obvious.

Otherwise, how do you think Victor can quickly stabilize other departments below?

Relying on treatment and a big stick, they would give you sweets if you obeyed, and kill you if you disobeyed. But asking himself, George Smiley felt that Mr. Victor had been very good to them.

But there are very few like-minded comrades who can persevere. Some do it because of interests, and some just have a shallow vision. Those who often have the full strength and are able to persevere are the real idealists.

But this road is full of thorns. There will be fewer and fewer people walking on the road ahead, and there will always be people left behind.

"Boss, their conversation is over."

George Smiley came back to his senses and turned to look at another employee, "What did Jason say?"

"No news yet."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of his cell phone, and the employee quickly picked it up, "Hello? Capture the CIA? OK!"

"Headquarters said, catch him! Alejandro... will be guarded in the villa first."

George Smiley waved his hand and said, "Action!"

The employee opened the car door and he got out of the car. Someone behind him wanted to pass an umbrella. George Smiley pushed him away and said, "It's not so pretentious to ask for shit."

He loosened his buttons and rushed toward Alejandro's villa with his men.

In the rainy night…

With his leather shoes stepping on the puddle of water, George Smiley still had a cigarette in his mouth, "Open the door!"

With a graceful movement, the two employees climbed over the wall and opened the door. The servant who heard the noise inside ran out of the side door when he saw George Smiley taking out his ID: "MDIN! Investigate the case!"

The CIA agent and Alejandro inside didn't hear any movement at all, because the rain was really heavy, and they were shaking hands and preparing to leave.

The door was violently kicked open from the outside.

The two of them were shocked!

"Mr. Alejandro, something happened to you!"

When the other party saw George Smiley, there was fear in his eyes and his face suddenly turned pale. When the CIA was pressed to the ground, he said harshly, "What are you doing? I am an American businessman. What are you doing~!!"

"merchant?"

George Smiley went up and kicked him, grabbed his head and smashed it on the coffee table with his teeth. The teeth immediately became loose and he screamed in pain.

"CIA!"

"This is MDIN's territory!"

"I'll take you to visit our water prison later. There are some little darlings down there who especially like your snow-white buttocks!"

George Smiley smiled grimly.

The water prison in MDIN is newly built and is not big. It is called a water prison but is actually a glass tank. It is just big enough for a person to stand without drowning.

The victim is stripped naked, smeared with secret spices, and then thrown into a water tank. Two or three red-bellied piranhas are placed below, and you can see up close what these fish will bite first!

According to the Mexican Press Ministry.

20% of drug dealers are bitten on the butt first, 70% are bitten on the buttocks first, and the remaining 10% are bitten on other parts.

CIA's meat smells bad, but I don't know what the red-bellied piranha likes.

As for death?

Don't worry, the adrenaline works.

The Mexican intelligence agency is a long-term partner of the medical unit. If you feel uncomfortable, they will push one to ensure that you can watch your lower body being eaten by red-bellied piranhas.

"Towed away!"

George Smiley waved his hand, and two employees grabbed the CIA's left and right arms and pulled him out. But seeing that he was still walking, one of them took out a small hammer from behind and hit his knee hard!

Just smash his legs.

CIA, you still want to leave standing?

You know what it’s like to be dragged like a dead dog?

The screams made Alejandro panicked. He looked into George Smiley's eyes and said, "I, I didn't know he was from the CIA!"

Clumsy and incompetent words.

"You can keep talking to Mr. Victor. He will come to see you later. Perhaps, he will listen to your explanation."

After saying that, he walked out of the door and arranged for the remaining employees to watch all around, don't let him escape!

But it took about ten minutes before he came out.

I heard a gunshot coming from inside the house!

jump! !

George Smiley was startled, but his expression changed and he rushed into the house.

Not seeing him in the living room, a group of people rushed towards the second floor. In the study, they saw Alejandro lying on the table, and a Grizzly Winchester Magnum pistol fell to the floor.

Blood oozed from the table.

He shot himself in the temple!

Is there any way to save this damn thing?

George Smiley looked ugly, "Fuck!"

Alejandro…

Suicide?

Where the hell did you get such a big backbone?

"Quick! Tell Mr. Victor!"

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