Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Bang~"

The wine glass in the hand of Aguilar, the boss of the Juarez drug cartel, fell to the ground, and a Persian carpet worth tens of thousands of dollars was ruined.

This drug lord, who was a senior official of the Mexican government, was stunned!

"A...stroke?!"

His mouth was trembling a little, not because he was afraid, but because he was simply confused.

You're a drug lord, can you stop being so funny?

You should be able to run for the most aggrieved talker.

Of course, Egypt's Sadat must be shortlisted, after all, his death is indeed strange.

"Is he dead then? Who has any say in Sinaloa now?" Aguilar asked nervously. Originally, they were the ones carrying Victor's artillery fire from the front.

Don't fall down!

Oman, Oman! You are closer than my father now.

Aguilar was in a panic. Strictly speaking, he was a traitor. He was caught by the tyrant Victor. How could he be used to good effect?

It is said that Victor likes to light sky lanterns on people!

"The specific situation is unclear, but he is probably not dead. Now several of Guzman's cousins ​​are jointly talking about the matter. Arturo is also dead and was killed by them." The younger brother said next to him.

"The gang of bastards from the Northern Governor's Palace have already rushed towards Sinaloa. It won't be long, maybe..."

Aguilar took a deep breath and his first thought was to run!

Chihuahua is right next door. Will it be too late if I don’t run?

But where can I run to?

He is permanently wanted in the United States and will be arrested upon entry.

He frowned and fell into deep thought. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a phone call. Aguilar walked over and picked up the phone. On the other end was the equally confused Gulf Group spokesperson Abrego.

"Aguilar, do you know about Guzman?"

"I just heard about it."

"Damn it, what do you say? I will listen to you..."

Aguilar forced himself to calm down. He had been in the arena for so long and had never seen any big scenes. Life and death taught him a truth. The more panicked the person, the faster he would die.

"The Sinaloa Group cannot be in chaos. We must help them quickly stabilize internally. If they disintegrate, do you think we will still have a way to survive?"

Abrego thinks about it too.

"Who are you going to help?"

"Whoever is more powerful will help them. I will contact them. What we have to do is to relieve them some pressure first, such as causing some explosions in Victor's actual control area to delay their steps. I am afraid that Sinaloa is now Ya will collapse at the first touch, so you must be quick, otherwise, you will have to wait to collect his body. "

"Okay, leave this matter to me." Abrego agreed decisively. He paused and then became hesitant, "Has the CIA contacted you?"

The whole room and air suddenly became quiet.

"Contacted..."

Just when Abrego was about to fool him with a joke, Aguilar said in a deep voice, "If you have time, come and see me. It's not convenient to talk on the phone."

The person in charge of the Gulf Group was startled, and soon understood that Victor was said to have a group of intelligence agents with very high-tech methods. It was better to talk about eavesdropping in person.

"Okay! I'll come find you tomorrow."

Aguilar slowly put down the phone and squinted his eyes. He was a little confused now.

Has the CIA also contacted the Gulf Group?

Are they trying to recruit Mexican drug cartels?

No way, I and others participated in blowing up the Statue of Liberty!

But then I thought about it, QTMD.

What doesn't the CIA dare to do?

Isn’t it the Statue of Liberty?

If you touch Gemini X, no one will be angry. All they want is profit.

Victor seems to have a grudge against the CIA!

Aguilar's eyes gleamed.

…

"The CIA belongs to the United States, not the president." CIA Director Richard James Kerr crossed his hands on his chest and said with a smile.

The word "agent" has been cancelled.

He looked at his confidant Ralph Feldman in front of him, "What do you think of Victor?"

"A very successful speaker..."

"No, no, no!" Richard James Kerr shook his head, "He reminds me of an old friend from Germany. They are equally motivated and working hard to change their country."

"If he is really allowed to de-narcotrafficking Mexico, how do you think a person with such ambition will face the United States?"

The confidant hesitated for a moment, "But Victor behaves as if he is close to the United States in every scene."

"Dogs wag their tails when they want to get the bones in their master's hands." Richard James Kerr took the cigarette from the side of the table.

Camel brand!

It's an old brand, and it's a bit sexy to smoke.

He lit one for himself and continued, "But if the master has no bone in his hand, he will bite."

"Every kitten grows up and looks harmless at first, young, quiet, licking milk from a shallow dish, but once its claws grow, the cat will scratch people, sometimes even the cat owner. hands, for those of us climbing to the top of the food chain.”

"You must never be soft-hearted. There is only one rule. If you are not a hunter, you are the prey."

"Victor must not be allowed to continue to grow!"

Richard James Kerr exhaled, "He is openly obedient..."

hey-hey…

You are a good judge of people.

He is worthy of being the boss of the CIA.

The intelligence leader has received a higher education and has been fighting with others in the hidden front for a long time. What kind of people has he not seen?

Victor's power makes him feel terrible!

That Mexican is such a rabble-rouser.

"Then do we still support Victor in fighting drug dealers?" His confidant Ralph Feldman has a hooked nose and does not look like a good person.

"Is this a conflict?"

Richard James Kerr smiled and spread his hands, "Cracking down on drug dealers is an obligation to the American people. Mr. President is doing it for votes, but he does not want a powerful neighbor to appear during his term. The pain belongs to the people. Politicians need reality.”

It’s funny to say that there are only two grassroots counterattack contestants among the old and American talkers in the past. There is the country man Lincoln in the north and the farm peanut boy Jimmy Carter in the south. The others?

It's just nepotism.

A descendant of the Bush family will definitely enter the White House, and of course they don't want a powerful "tenant" to appear next door.

In the United States, only the elite has the right to rule since ancient times.

people?

Sooner or later there will be internal strife!

"Is this what Mr. Feldman meant?" asked Ralph Feldman.

But faced with such a question, which seemed easy to answer, Richard James Kerr paused.

Looking at Ralph Feld, he said three shocking words.

"Is it important?"

Ralph Feld looked at the other party with wide eyes and murmured.

Yes, to the CIA, does it matter whether the President knows or not?

That is to say, Bush Sr. served as the director of the CIA, and he has a natural affinity with it, which makes many people think that the CIA is a relative of the emperor, but they do not know...

The CIA wants to be the emperor!

There are many things that the president cannot decide, but the CIA can, for example, certain disobedient "dogs."

If a lot of information about this dirty organization is dug out, the whole world will be shaken.

That…

How did Kennedy die?

A dignified talker was killed by a retired soldier named Lee Harvey Oswald? Then he was killed by a nightclub owner two days later.

Would the CIA know?

It definitely knows!

even!

The CIA murdered JFK!

Rumble~

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the sky, a bolt of lightning struck down, and exploded outside the glass behind Richard James Kerr.

He picked up the coffee and took a sip. He liked this feeling.

Take power!

"Give Juarez and the Gulf Group more help, and..." Richard James Kerr looked at his confidants, "Find Guzman as soon as possible. I am unhappy that he is alive!"

Astonishingly, that short cousin’s armed seizure of power was the work of the CIA.

"I see."

Richard James Kerr looked outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. People hiding from the rain below ran into the room in panic, like ants.

The CIA has never failed to get rid of someone!

Of course...except the FBI.

The last speaker, Webster, was accidentally killed. This loss of face was so great that he must get it back.

In public and private...

Victor is a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh!

…

Latvia.

At this time it was still part of the Soviet Union.

In the capital Riga.

In an abandoned stone house in the wilderness.

Best, the president of "Hope" company, looked embarrassed, huddled in the corner and shivering because of the cold.

He chanted vigorously in his mouth.

"Victor... bless! Victor bless!"

He ran here from the Soviet Union with great difficulty, and his bodyguard is dead!

TMDB!

Those bastards from the KGB were fishing for law enforcement. The bill of lading for uranium 235 was real. Although the Soviet general who made the transaction was surprised why he had changed people, the bill was real and he agreed to the transaction. As soon as the transaction was completed, the KGB rushed in. .

Good guy!

The Soviet general was indeed drunk and a little drunk.

Take the guards and engage in a direct firefight with the KGB!

Best took advantage of this opportunity and ran away, and of course such a warrior had to burp his butt.

On the way to escape, the bodyguard was killed.

Best himself was not feeling well. Although he was not injured, he was hungry and very uncomfortable.

All the way to the Baltic Sea.

It's so damn cold.

Bang bang bang…

The sudden knock on the door made Best tense up, his pupils shrank, and he held his breath.

This place is so remote, how can anyone be there?

He roared and rolled his head, with a bit of fear in his pupils. Nonsense, who is not afraid of Si Fang? When caught by the KGB, do you surrender or surrender?

Pa da~

There was a very clear sound of unlocking, but it was like an explosion in Best's ears. A beam of light shone over and hit his face.

Just when he was about to raise his hands to surrender, a rough voice came from his ear, "Mr. Best?"

He raised his head and saw a bearded man with sinister eyes looking at him. The man was wearing a body armor and loose combat pants.

There were five or six men standing behind him, standing at the door in a tacit understanding and guarding the outside.

"I am the Omo A team of the Mexican Ministry of Information. I have been ordered to take you home. My name is Khalid Bascabiru, nickname: Grimace!" The man tried to force a smile, but it was so ugly.

There are really wrong names and no wrong nicknames.

Mexican?

Best couldn't help but grab the other's arm, "You are finally here, finally here!"

"Governor Victor will not give up anyone, let's go, leave the Soviet Union first." Khalid Baskabiru helped him up.

Best's legs were frozen and a little stiff, and he looked unwell.

Khalid frowned and carried the other person up.

"Hey, hey, hey! Put me down!" Best's face flushed and shouted.

"You are walking too slowly, sir." Khalid Baskabiru said in a muffled voice, carrying the other person and walking out the door.

And Best also saw that there were several Toyota Land Cruisers parked outside, and four or five men were watching the surroundings vigilantly.

Khalid pulled a Toyota Land Cruiser and threw him in. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw a group of tail fins rushing out from the grove next to him!

"R!! P!!!"

One team member hadn't finished shouting yet, and he jumped to the side with a ferocious face. The rocket hit an off-road vehicle directly, blowing it up, and when it fell back to the ground, it turned into a fireball.

Two members of Omo A team who couldn't dodge were taken away by the shock wave.

"Retreat!" Khalid Baskabiru calmly pressed the headset and gave the order.

The pursuers are coming, so we have to run.

The team member sat in the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the tire splashed mud on the ground, sticking his head out, "Get in the car!"

The rest of the people got in the car, opened the door, and fired at the grove.

The Toyota Land Cruiser rushed into the distance.

And three white Land Rover-Ladaniva also rushed out of the grove and chased after it.

Inside sat armed men wearing balaclavas, holding AK74s, with deep eyes.

No armbands.

But it was either "Vympel" or "Alpha Team".

But it was most likely the former. They were transferred to the "Counterintelligence Department" because of a major event in 1991. Before that, they were responsible for external special operations.

In the Afghan War, they were everywhere.

In the millennium, when it had been established for 20 years, "Vympel" had lost only 4 people, one of whom died in Kandahar, Afghanistan during the Soviet period, one died when Grozny was abandoned in 1996, and the other two died in Chechnya in the past two years.

In Chechnya, "Vympel" achieved brilliant results: it killed the brutal murderers Baraev and Abu Omar, and captured one of the bandit leaders Raduyev alive.

Of course, this time they came to deal with Best.

They abide by the bottom line of the country!

But for political reasons, they dare not operate openly in Latvia...

"Sit in the front! "Khalid Baskabiru shouted at Best who was holding his head. The other party swallowed and crawled towards the co-pilot.

Khalid punched the glass at the back of the Land Cruiser continuously, breaking the glass directly, and then pointed the gun at them and shot.

The bullet swept the Land Rover-Ladaniva. The KGB driver was really ruthless and not afraid at all. With a shout of "Ura!" from his teammates, he caught up with Khalid's car from the side.

The member of the Omo A team who was driving was also a ruthless character. Seeing the other party approaching, he turned the steering wheel and hit it. The front end hit the tire of the Land Rover next to it, and was directly hit by the other party and rushed off the roadside and rolled on the ground for several circles.

"Long live Victor! "The team members shouted excitedly, honking their horns.

Land Cruiser VS Land Rover-Ladaniva, the former won.

The KGB team members who were chasing from behind hesitated, and finally the commander reluctantly gave up the pursuit and issued an order to rescue the wounded, because the noise was too loud, and if it continued, the Latvian government would protest.

The Land Rover-Ladaniva rolled several times and was dented. There were 4 people sitting inside, all of whom were crushed to death.

"Твоюмать (Grass Mud Horse)!" The commander cursed angrily, when did they suffer such a loss?

"This is definitely an American!"

"Damn bastard! "

He looked at the Land Cruiser that had disappeared, and could only curse a few words, and left with the body.

About forty minutes after they left, the Latvian troops finally arrived, looking at the Land Rover, and then looking at the bullet holes on it...

There was a gunfight here!

"Battalion Commander, I seem to remember that the KGB branch here uses this car, this... should be theirs, look, there is Russian on it." A captain pointed to the plaque.

It was engraved with the Russian word "loyalty!"

The battalion commander who led the team felt a headache and shook his head, "This is not something we can control, call the higher-ups."

This is not something he can get involved in.

Khalid Baskabiru and others did not enter Riga, but walked along the periphery.

A freighter has been found to go directly to Mexico.

"Mr. Best, take a look, are the things still there? "He shouted to the co-pilot, who quickly opened the briefcase and saw a bottle inside, intact, and breathed a sigh of relief.

This thing can't be broken.

If the special bottle is broken, the contents inside are enough to kill people nearby.

Maybe uranium 238 is not as valuable as uranium 235, but it is also a nuclear material and can be used for research in many aspects. It has strong radioactivity.

Remember the "toy" Gilbert Uranium 238 Atomic Energy Laboratory sold by Gilbert, the world's largest toy manufacturer?

The set contains real radioactive elements such as lead 210, polonium 210, ruthenium 106 and zinc 65. This set of toys is enough for assassination. The polonium 210 in the set is a highly radioactive and toxic substance. Less than 0.1 micrograms is enough to poison an adult.

There are also 4 uranium ore in glass bottles. If one of the bottles is accidentally broken, the whole house including the yard will be seriously contaminated by nuclear pollution.

In short...

It's awesome.

"Thank God." Best breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you Victor!"

He looked at Khalid Baskabiru in a good mood, "Thank you too."

"This is what should be done."

"However, I haven't left the Baltic Sea yet. I will definitely treat you to a meal when I return to Tijuana."

"Are there Australian lobsters?" A team member looked at him eagerly and asked.

"Of course! Enough!"

The other party grinned happily.

Khalid Baskarbiru took a deep breath, but he felt that the road home was still very long.

KGB will not let them go easily!

…