Working as a police officer in Mexico

Mexico. Tijuana Maritime Port.

Many freighters can be seen here.

You can even see fish taking off in the sea. Under the setting sun, the fish's body is illuminated very brightly.

Buzz! ~

A cargo ship flying the Italian flag approached the port with its whistle blowing.

The travel-stained Best and an Omo A team walked down the escalator. When their feet touched the ground, even Best, who had gone through strong winds and waves, couldn't help but shed tears!

Floating on the sea for half a month is a torment for a seasick person like him.

I feel unattractive even when I poop, and I am often constipated.

"Finally back!" Khalid Baskabiru, the leader of Omo A team, sighed. He was also unshaven and his eyes were very tired. "We are back!"

His voice is loud!

The dock workers nearby looked at him with crazy eyes.

"Mr. Best~" At this moment, an Italian man wearing captain's clothes walked down, "Are you leaving?"

"Yes, thank you, thank you very much for your help, Mr. Tony."

The bearded captain shook his head, with gratitude in his tone, "I have to thank you. If it weren't for your help, maybe this ship would have been hijacked by pirates!"

He was still a little frightened when he talked about this.

Met on the Atlantic Ocean...

The group of people were armed with AK47s and drove the small boat quite fast. They were unlucky enough to encounter Best and others. They fought back with their weapons. The other party turned around and left when they saw that the situation was not good.

Judging from their appearance, they were obviously fishermen from nearby island countries.

Yes, after all, if you live by the sea, you have to eat from the sea.

What's faster than robbery? This is an ancient craft.

"Those bastards, there is a British aircraft carrier more than 10 nautical miles away. If they don't rob it, why come to rob the cargo ship!" Bearded Tony cursed.

Best: "..."

Omo A team member: "..."

To grab an aircraft carrier? Tuta iron? Tuta steel? Do you want all my men to survive? Or do you want his artillery to be used?

Pirates: We are robbers, not fools!

After all, we are also lively and cute little ones! born! Life!

The silence of Best and others is the best way to express themselves. Italians always have a bit of self-confidence. After the captain finished speaking, he handed over his business card, "You can contact me if you need anything. When you get to Italy, I will treat you to a drink!" "

"no problem."

The other person gave him a hug and walked back to the boat.

Best looked at his back, and then solemnly stuffed the business card into his arms. He was a businessman, and he understood the truth. Don't underestimate any connection. Maybe one of your actions can be related to an inconspicuous person. Save your life.

"Let's go too." He said, holding the briefcase.

"Our people are here." Khalid Baskabiru, the captain of Omo's A team, said with narrowed eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw four or five Hummer off-road vehicles rushing into the dock, heavily armed with heavy machine guns mounted on them. The workers nearby dispersed when they saw this.

The vehicle stopped in front of Best and others. A second lieutenant jumped out of the vehicle and saluted, "Sir, welcome home. I have been ordered by Mr. Casare to escort you back to the Governor's Palace."

Best was still a little moved and nodded vigorously, "Thank you."

It was really thanks to Victor that he came back from the Soviet Union!

With the help of the soldiers, they got into the off-road vehicle and headed towards the Governor's Mansion.

Most people would shy away from this kind of military vehicle, but there were also people who smiled and said hello. When a convertible accelerated past, a woman stood up and waved her bra.

Best couldn't help laughing.

When passing the intersection, the red light turned on and the motorcade stopped. He took a deep breath and said, "I smell more and more freedom~"

"Under the leadership of the Governor, we will definitely achieve the first ten-year goal!" the major said next to him.

"The first ten-year goal?" Best asked curiously, "What is it?"

"It is an economic and cultural reform proposed by the previous military council. Within ten years, Tijuana will become a first-class city in Latin America, Mexico will become the safest country, drugs will completely disappear, and comprehensive national strength will be brought to Latin America. The top!”

Best suddenly realized that it turned out to be such a decade.

But he "sees" more than ordinary soldiers. This level of meetings has already started from the country? Does this mean that Victor plans to "officially come to power" within a certain period of time?

And as long as he comes to power and relies on this method to continue to eliminate drug traffickers, after peace in Mexico, based on the population and land background, he can definitely become a small overlord in Latin America.

Chile? Brazil? Or Argentina? Uruguay?

There are 34 countries in Latin America, and I am not convinced by anyone except my godfather!

"We won't start a Latin American civil war for status, right?!" Such a crazy idea suddenly appeared in Best's mind. He was frightened, but then he shook his head.

What a joke.

How can it be.

Victor loves peace very much!

But...it doesn't seem impossible!

This land has produced strong men since ancient times...

Khalid Baskabiru, the captain of Omo A team, yawned. He had no interest in these things. The worst thing he could do was fight!

Mr. Victor’s battle flag points to where his loyalty lies!

Long live!

He tilted his head and looked to the side. This was an open-air cafe. There were many people sitting under umbrellas, but among them were two men and one woman. They looked like tourists from out of town, wearing sunglasses and crossing their legs.

But Khalid Baskabiru always felt that their eyes were looking directly at him and others, a bit... malicious?

He frowned and looked at the other party.

But after the green light flashed and the convoy started driving, there was no movement from the other party, but he was not relieved because his intuition told him that something was wrong.

"Stop!" Khalid Baskabiru shouted, "Take a defensive posture on the spot! Call the joint operations command and ask for additional personnel to escort! Apply for air protection!"

"Sir..." The lieutenant was startled and frowned.

"I order you as a Lieutenant Colonel in Special Operations Command!"

The other party looked at him, nodded slowly at last, stretched out his hand, "Defend on the spot!"

Best looked at his nervous look, his expression also tightened, slightly flustered, "What's wrong? Khalid."

"It's okay sir, it's just that it's better to have more people on our territory." He said casually.

After hearing his order, the convoy drove to an open area in the middle of the road. The soldiers got off the car and dispersed, while the heavy machine guns were loaded to control traffic.

"Hey! Let me pass! I'm in a hurry!" The driver of a red coupe stretched out his head and shouted loudly, honking the horn hard.

"Sorry, you can take a detour, but you can't pass here." The soldier in front of him shook his head.

"Rush over, they won't be able to find us anyway, our license plates are fake." The companion behind him said in a low voice.

Although Tijuana has installed a lot of surveillance cameras, to be honest, the pixels of those things are really bad. Let’s put it this way, when you walk over, you will not distinguish between men and women for a moment.

Hearing this, the driver nodded and stepped on the accelerator, but only rushed a few meters, and then stepped on the brakes hard. The companion behind him bumped into the backrest in front of him without paying attention, and he grimaced in pain.

"What are you doing..." He covered his face and cursed.

The driver raised his hand tremblingly and stepped aside halfway, and saw the soldiers outside pointing their guns at them, with their fingers on the triggers.

"That's true..." The companion shrank his head.

"Get off the bus! Get off the bus!" the soldier shouted, and the two reluctantly got down and squatted on the ground.

It seems that this still works with the muzzle.

At this time, under the parasol at the door of the outdoor cafe.

When the two men and one woman saw this, they frowned.

"Why don't they leave? Did they find something?" the woman asked nervously, speaking Italian.

"Could it be that our actions were leaked?"

Seeing her like that, one of the older men scolded, "Calm down Elena, we are tourists in Mexico now."

The woman took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

"No one will betray us. We are very careful. We can only say that there was a sudden change or someone felt something was wrong."

"Are there any talented Mexicans? Just those soldiers?" Another short-haired man asked with a frown.

"Robert, you have to put down your arrogance!" The older man looked at him and said, "The Spanish intelligence agency has lost many people here. In many other countries, many of our colleagues have died."

"They are all trash." The man named Robert said contemptuously, "Rivera, arrogance will not make me lose my mind."

The older man almost threw him at him in anger.

Who did this S.I.E (Army Intelligence Service) get for itself? A newly graduated female agent with zero experience, and a second-year student who has performed several missions in Africa and killed many people, are so arrogant.

You have a few years to go before you can retire to the second line, so don’t send yourself to Jesus.

"We must destroy the uranium-238 in the opponent's hands and not let it be handed over to the hands of the Americans, otherwise we will face huge diplomatic difficulties!" Robert stared.

"What are you going to do?"

"Detonate the bomb in the cafe, and then take advantage of the chaos to kill directly."

Rivera, the older agent, twitched his lips from the side and said, "We are agents, not supermen."

"Are you afraid of death?" Robert looked at him.

"Go ahead, idiot!" Rivera didn't bother to say, just stood up and left. What a joke, he was just a teacher originally, but he managed his facial expressions well, and then he was admitted to the system.

As a result, he was favored by S.I.E (Army Intelligence Service) and trained as an agent. He was not very willing, but the retirement salary was high and he was able to support his family. After all, he also had a disabled son at home.

He only wants money, but he doesn't want to die for the country, and it's also this... way of seeking death. If the mission fails, the salary will be deducted at the worst, and if the person is gone, then he is really gone.

Work belongs to the country, and life belongs to you.

In fact, this is also the abbreviation of an organization like S.I.E (Army Intelligence Service). After all, Italy abolished the monarchy only forty years ago!

However, there are many people who still have thoughts of restoration and so on. Otherwise, the country is unstable, otherwise they would not find a teacher who has become a monk to serve as an agent to come to Mexico.

Watching him leave, Robert cursed a coward, and then looked at the female agent, "Elena! What about you?"

"I..." The other party was a little at a loss.

"Don't worry, this mission is a success. I heard that there are 100,000 Italian lire! You just need to detonate the bomb in the cafe. The soldiers will definitely come to search and rescue you. I will take advantage of pretending to escape. Take that briefcase away!" said Robert.

"Just...detonate a bomb?"

"Of course! I think you should know? Just turn on the countdown button!"

Alina nodded. Just when she was about to get up, seven or eight strong men suddenly appeared out of nowhere and pushed two people to the ground!

The tables and chairs were kicked away.

The people who were sitting nearby and joining in the fun ran away immediately, but they still hid in the distance and pointed, their eyes shining.

"What are you doing! Let me go, who are you!" Robert shouted, struggling!

"You should know that we, the Mexican Ministry of Information, have done something wrong with you!" One of the leading men sneered and grabbed his head and said, "I'll let you try our three dishes and one soup!"

Robert's pupils shrank when he heard the words "Department of Information", and Elena's feet over there were weak. She was trembling all over when she was dragged up. She was pressed into a large black off-road vehicle next to her. Inside he saw a familiar face.

"Rivera!!" He exclaimed, looking at the other person smoking a cigarette and looking carefree, his eyes twitched, and suddenly he seemed to understand something, and screamed sharply, "You betrayed the motherland!"

"You betrayed us!" Elena was also in disbelief.

Rivera dug his ears with his fingers and said, "What are you doing with 2,000 liras a month? Do you know how much the Mexicans give?"

He smiled and shook his head, "I can't tell you this."

"It's a secret."

"They offered me too much and I couldn't refuse, so I'm sorry, but the money Italy gave me wasn't enough for me to have two drinks, and besides, I haven't been paid for four months."

“Companies that don’t pay wages should close down!”

"You sold your country for money. You are a traitor. Your whole family will be hanged on the pillar of shame! You bastard, you will die!"

"No, no, no." Rivera shook his head, "When I retire, I will be Mexican. However, in the meantime, I have to find a way to obtain more information and status, so I can only send you on your way. "

"Don't talk nonsense to him, just shut your mouth!" The leader of the news team who led the team said with a frown. Although he didn't like Rivera's style, he still needed such a person.

Rivera smiled and looked calm when facing his companions.

Is there anything that is more profitable than eating both ends?

Those Italian bureaucrats sent themselves here to die, so of course they couldn't do what they wanted and had to find ways to benefit themselves!

For such a small amount of money, you are making it very difficult for me.

Oh, by the way, he has no faith in the motherland. His father was one of the guards who followed the founder of Mohist thought during World War II. Later, he was also imprisoned on the top of the Grand Sasso Peak in the Abruzzi Mountains, and was rescued by German paratroopers. , served as a senior official of the "Italian Social Republic" in Salo, northern Italy!

Later, he was captured by the Italian guerrillas on his way to Germany. He was shot by his accomplice Baldy Mo and his body was exposed in Milan Square.

He is a remnant of the previous dynasty!

Rivera looked at the captain of the information bureau next to him and smiled humbly, "Sir, I also know about the service centers of some NATO national intelligence agencies in Tijuana!"

"Any ideas?"

"As long as 100,000 US dollars...pack it all!"

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