Working as a police officer in Mexico

When Ethan Hunter heard this sentence, his blood boiled slightly.

I really want to contribute my ass to Mr. Victor!

But he thought about Blanco...

His face suddenly turned green.

It's not a personal attack, it's just really ugly.

"Are you thinking I'm a gigolo?"

"Isn't it? You go out on a mission and you go around messing around with women."

Ethan Hunt complained twice, and Jason Bourne over there raised his eyebrows, "Let me do some work. It's either windy or raining. If you keep beeping, you won't get your overtime pay this month." ”

This directly captures Ethan Hunt's weakness.

The salary at the International News Department in Mexico is really good. Shenlong Weiwei also needs to have money to rent a house, right?

"Just to be close to Blanco?"

He is also a wise man who knows the current affairs.

"If you can, follow her into the new Justice Department building and deliver the message from inside."

Ethan Hunt took a deep breath and knew it was not that simple. So is it so easy to get into the new judicial department?

He has been to the site in the past two days, and cars are not allowed to approach within 400 meters. He originally planned to use a self-destructing truck with his colleagues in Colombia.

You can't even drive through it.

Moreover, he found that the security in Santa Fe Bogo has become significantly stricter recently, and the possibility of being interrogated by the police on the road is getting higher and higher.

"Okay, I get it."

Ethan Hunter glanced around the bar and paused, "My target has appeared."

With that said, he hung up the phone.

In his field of vision, a man about 1.8 meters tall walked in from the door, with a spiral tattoo on his head, an anxious look on his face, and his eyes were looking around, as if he was looking for someone.

This is Ethan Hunt’s informant!

But he did not walk over. He looked around with vigilance from the corner of his eye. There were four strange men next to the informant who looked at the informant five times within 30 seconds.

It must be staring at him!

Although Ethan Hunt was careless, he ran away as soon as he discovered the situation.

What should women do?

When the time comes, it will be beaten into pulp.

Can Niu Niu still move on his own?

After Ethan Hunter took a look, he disappeared into the crowd and walked towards the back.

"There he is! Wearing a red suit!" The bald informant pointed at Ethan who had already run out of the back door and shouted.

The four strange men hurriedly chased after him in the direction he pointed.

"Step aside!"

The person running at the front pushed hard and pushed open the door. Without looking at the ground, he just stepped out.

beng! !

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The screams instantly suppressed the DJ's music. Many people turned their heads and saw a man rolling over while covering his crotch.

Did you see blood? !

What was that explosion just now?

How can it make such a loud sound if your crotch explodes?

Ethan Hunt is so insidious. When he was running, he even jammed the door and placed a butterfly mine. When he pushed it open, he directly activated the suspended saucer and jumped directly to the waist position. The opponent who was exploded was...directly cut off his descendants. .

The damage caused by this butterfly thunder cannot actually cause death, but it can cause disability easily. Okay, just be a man again in the next life, and you can just endure it in this life.

The companions who were following him rushed to help him.

Ethan Hunt, who was leaning on the corner, pulled the bolt of his gun and fired at them with a military version of the Pistol 88B!

Four men were shot and fell to the ground. He walked over slowly and smiled politely at his opponents who were struggling to get up. Beng! Killed the opponent with one shot.

Boss Victor said, you have to smile and scold others for RNM with a smile. Maybe they will really agree.

Ethan Hunt was so courageous. After everyone had finished their shots, he re-entered the bar. The people in the booths near the back seats had already run away, but they were on the dance floor. Maybe they were drunk. I don’t know if I didn’t hear it, but I was still dancing.

He saw the informant at a glance. Seeing that something was wrong, the informant ran out of the bar.

Ethan Hunter was not in a hurry. He tilted his head and lit a cigarette for himself. He took the small fruit knife used to cut watermelons on the table next to him. Then he walked out the door and glanced at the Mercedes Benz parked next to him. A strong man Han was smoking outside with his head stretched out, and the tattoos on his neck were exposed.

This is a medium-sized cartel called "North Valley" that is active near Santa Fe and Bogotá. It is said that it is involved with the Cali Group.

Ethan Hunter looked around. The drug dealer should be waiting for his companion. He walked up and whistled. The strong man raised his head, and Ethan Hunter grabbed his head and stabbed him with the fruit knife in his right hand. He stabbed his neck hard seven or eight times.

The strong man suddenly belched his farts!

He opened the car door, pulled the body out, threw it on the side of the road, got in the car, kicked the accelerator and chased the informant who was running ahead.

did you see…

Don't park haphazardly on the roadside, as you may get caught.

You still have to focus on quality as a person.

If you stop inside the white line, you will be stabbed twice.

The informant was panting heavily while running, and his steps became heavy. He thought he had thrown away Ethan Hunter, so he held his knees and gasped.

Dudu~

A horn sounded from behind, and the informant turned around, a beam of light shining in his face.

Ethan Hunter stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, hit him, and hit him against the wall on the side of the road!

"Ah!"

The informant howled in pain, and the pedestrians nearby shrank in fear and ran away!

In Latin America, few people go out at night. Even if they go out to play, they know not to be curious. Don't rush in when you encounter murder, dismemberment, gunfights, etc. Ethan Hunt opened the car door and looked at the informant, "Are those your friends just now?" "No... not..." The informant cried. Ethan nodded, held his head, and twisted the cigarette into the other's eyes. The pupils smelled of burnt smells instantly. "Bastard! I don't have much patience!" Ethan Hunt grabbed his head, "Who are those!" "Cali's intelligence agency!" The informant cried. Ethan Hunt frowned, and was still targeted by this group of "dog skin plasters". The name of "Cali KGB" is not for nothing. CIA has to call the Cali intelligence agency in Colombia: Big Brother! They all know what underwear Mr. President is wearing tonight. It is said that when Pablo was shot later, the specific location was provided by the Cali Group. "Thank you!"

"Don't worry, walk slowly, I will reunite your family."

Ethan Hunt stabbed the informant's neck with a fruit knife, adjusted his collar casually, and went into the alley next to him.

After about five minutes, four or five cars drove over and blocked the road. A dozen men came down from the cars. Seeing the informant who was stabbed to death, the leading man kicked him angrily.

He cursed the classic Colombian swear words.

This man looks a little...sloppy, but his name has always been ranked in the top ten on the Colombian bounty list. This man is called: Salcedo!

This man has an extremely complicated identity. He was born in a family of senior officials in Colombia. He joined the Army Reserve after college and was later sent to the British Intelligence Department to study. He is also a proud student of MI6. He has served the British commandos and organized mercenaries under the arrangement of the Colombian government to fight domestic guerrillas.

Later...

He jumped to the Cali Group and was given too much.

He helped Cali organize a group of mercenaries and trained them for several months. The first big thing they did was to sneak attack the Naples manor where Pablo lived. Unfortunately, a helicopter crashed during the operation and the assassination failed.

Later, he wanted to use a bomber to kill Pablo.

This guy is not good at assassination, but his intelligence is first-class.

By the way, his main job is... civil engineer.

Salcedo had long discovered that a group of "unidentified" people had infiltrated Colombia. They were very well organized and their whereabouts were secretive. Unlike the CIA, the Americans were very rough at work!

"Fuck!"

Salcedo still kicked the tire of the car angrily, with his hands on his waist.

"Boss, the police are here."

"Let them go. The Cali Group is doing business. What are they doing here?"

The scolded younger brother could only find the police!

"We must find them. If something goes wrong during the meeting, I tell you, both your head and mine will be chopped off by Albert (the boss)." Salcedo said to the younger brother next to him aggressively, and kept poking the other's chest with his fingers.

"I understand! I understand!"

Ethan Hunt walked into the alley and climbed over a few walls. It was normal for an agent to not take the road. He took off his clothes, threw them into the trash can, and then took out his cell phone.

"Kill the informant's mistress! Also, help me find out where Blanco is now?"

"What should I do?"

"I want to sleep with her!"

The employee of the Colombian branch of the Mexican International News Department opposite was stunned, but then said strangely, "Boss, so you like to drive a tank, but she is indeed rich, and it seems that her net worth is close to 3 billion US dollars!"

"Get out! Please be friendly to women!"

Ethan Hunt took a deep breath and tried his best to adapt himself, "That's my dear."

...

Three days after the recovery of Ciudad Obregon.

Temporary helipad.

Three armed helicopters slowly landed in the sky.

Kennedy and Zolf Sherman and other senior police officers were standing.

Victor was going to the Parallax Front and to express condolences to the families of the soldiers who died in the 442nd Regiment.

This should be a military unit that has been separated from local control and officially joined the anti-drug team. No matter from which aspect, Victor must meet them.

"De pie! (Stand at attention)!"

When Victor got off the Mi-8, the guards standing on both sides stood up straight, and Victor saluted them solemnly.

The accompanying news agency reporter quickly took a picture of this scene.

"Victor's Respect!"

The title has been thought of.

"Chief." Kennedy hurriedly brought Zolf Sherman to come over.

"Let's go to the hotel to rest first?"

"No, let's go directly to the funeral hall. I have to tell my police officers that I, Victor, am here to see them."

Kennedy nodded and hurriedly directed the vehicle to drive over.

The motorcade drove towards the funeral hall.

...