Working as a police officer in Mexico

The clown is, of course, Jeff Bennett.

After following the point for a few days, I felt a little anxious, so I decided to give Salcedo a quick boost when I met him.

This fully tells us a truth.

work…

There will be resentment.

He let go of the balloon and floated in the sky. He took off his clown costume and threw it into the trash can. Wearing a neat white suit underneath, he got into a Mercedes-Benz on the side of the road.

This is a public car.

Their Mexican International News Department is a serious person, how could they do such sneaky things?

It’s okay to be disciplined!

He turned the panel down and looked at himself in the mirror. Jeff Bennett pulled the corner of his mouth.

That smile…

Very clear.

Boom~

The modified exhaust pipe makes a sound, buzz~boom~

Start racing.

He also took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Hello, where are you?"

Jeff Bennett continued speaking only when a familiar voice came from the other side.

"Houston Cake Shop, hey man, Salcedo's dead."

Ethan Hunter, who was having morning tea at the other end, raised his eyebrows and looked at Blanco who was holding a water polo in the distance and learning to swim in the swimming pool. He smiled and waved his hand, "Good job, buddy, I'll go back and let him Jason Bourne gives you a raise."

Increase salary?

"Can you decide?" Jeff Bennett's tone was very doubtful. He had finally eaten up the leader's pie.

"Of course, if I perform well in Colombia, I can steal Jason's position and let that bastard go on a mission to drill holes for me!" Ethan Hunter said the last part almost through gritted teeth.

At this time, Blanco waved his hand and roared with such a loud voice that even the Dogo Argentino in the dog cage next to him was startled and stood up. It looked around, thinking that there was thunder somewhere.

"Honey!"

Blanco stood in the swimming pool, like...a giant in the water, waving her hands vigorously. She was very happy, because Ethan Hunt could really bring emotional value to him, allowing the 40-year-old her to have a sense of being a woman again. A sense of excitement.

"Is there a woman calling you?" Jeff Bennett suddenly felt that the steering wheel in his hand no longer smelled good. They were all agents, so why could others be so happy?

Although the voice sounds a bit strange, it is female at least.

"Of course, she is a very, very, very important woman. In the history of drug trafficking in Colombia, she is a leader among women. If you have the opportunity to get to know her, she is an excellent partner."

Ethan Hunt blew a kiss to Blanco, "Okay, man, she's waiting for me to get her hole punched. If anything happens, go to the Houston Burger Shop."

"OK!"

Jeff Bennett was about to say something more when he heard a busy signal from the phone on the other side. He was startled, and then pressed the horn angrily.

Hold!

Are you in a hurry to dig a hole?

I also want to change jobs.

Ethan Hunter on the other end hung up the phone slowly. He was not in a hurry, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Blanco climbing up from the water.

Like a crocodile.

"Honey, who are you talking to?"

"I ordered a cake for you to celebrate the 172 hours we have been together. This is the 182,880 seconds I have loved you." Ethan Hunter looked at his watch.

A valuable Rolex.

A gift from Blanco.

Looking at the other person's face, he took a deep breath, smiled and kissed her.

Make the rich woman very happy.

Sure enough, the flower language of steel wool is wealth and forbearance.

Not everyone can eat this bowl of rice.

"Thank you~"

Blanco patted his butt, "You go take a shower, I'll take you somewhere."

Ethan Hunter nodded, and when he was about to leave, the other party said again, "Give me the phone."

The air suddenly became quiet.

The former looked at Blanco. He didn't even ask why. A good agent must not show his nervousness. He handed her the phone and turned around without hesitation and walked up to the second floor.

The female drug lord looked at his back with sinister eyes.

She was no longer an ignorant girl who was crazy about love at the age of seventeen or eighteen. She had been in the world for a long time, so she had to be careful. It was not like she had never been fucked by a man before.

Going to bed means going to bed. Does it mean you have to love after you go to bed?

Ethan Hunt is more of a plaything.

She picked up the phone with a gloomy expression, pulled out the phone number she had just dialed.

"Hello, Houston Cake Shop."

Blanco narrowed his eyes, hung up the phone, and his expression suddenly softened.

It looks like Victor really prepared a cake.

A caring man.

You have to treat him well at night!

About ten minutes later, Ethan Hunter came down the stairs. He walked nervously and looked at Blanco sitting on the sofa, feeling a little embarrassed.

Will it be discovered?

Wait, will you kill yourself?

"My dear, here are the new clothes and watches I prepared for you." The rich woman pointed to Armani and a Vacheron Constantin on the sofa.

Ethan Hunt breathed a sigh of relief, she still called me honey, then it was okay.

"You already gave me a watch. I like it very much." He shook his left hand.

"My man never needs to carry an overnight watch." Blanco personally took the Rolex and threw it into the trash can. He said with a smile, "It's only a few hundred thousand dollars. Don't let people think we are poor."

“The only person richer than me in Colombia is me tomorrow.”

NMD, this sentence is really exciting to say.

The valuable Rolex will also "expire"!

The luxurious and absurd life of drug dealers simply subverts the three views.

The monthly income of "80 million US dollars" is indeed too much to spend.

"I can buy you whatever you want, yachts, planes, luxury cars, anything with a price tag, as long as you behave." Blanco pulled the tie that Ethan Hunt had put on, and the two of them Their heads were pressed together, looking at him with such aggressive eyes.

"If you don't behave, I will take your stuff..." She said and grabbed Ethan Hunter's lower body, and the real man didn't even frown.

"Cut the stewed bird's nest!"

You have such a strong taste and you are not afraid of the smell of urine.

Ordinary people may be scared when they hear it, but is Ethan Hunt an ordinary person? He was capable of what others couldn't do. He hugged Blanco roughly with his backhand and gave him a deep French kiss!

Kiss her straight away.

"I, Victor, swear that I only love you. If I cheat on you or betray you, God will not allow me to go to heaven, and I will be unlucky for the rest of my life."

Um!

Boss, I'm sorry.

I'm borrowing your life to pick up girls.

Although swearing is useless, women like to hear it.

Look, Blanco's face suddenly turned red.

"Honey, where are you taking me later?"

"Tomorrow at the New Justice Building, Mexican and Colombian drug traffickers plan to set up a North American association. I plan to take you to see Pablo and ask him to arrange a position for you."

It seems like tomorrow is the 27th.

Ethan Hunter's eyes narrowed, "But I just want to be by your side."

I just want to eat soft rice now.

"I like men with a fighting spirit. If you work hard, I can introduce you to my relatives at the wedding."

! ! ! !

Work is already very hard, and you still want me to be your fourth husband?

The first three seniors all died in different places. Do you want to kill me too?

Do you need to get married if you break into the enemy's interior?

Ethan Hunt's face was stiff.

rise salary! Wages must be raised!

Victor, Geneva!

…

It turns out.

That's the difference between a drug dealer without a leader and a drug dealer with a leader.

Just one more person died on the battlefield.

Alfredo's head is very intimidating.

All the drug dealers in Hermosillo have fled, and even many bureaucrats who had deep cooperation with them have disappeared. They may also know that Victor has the kind of character that kills them all.

Staying here can only lead to death.

Might as well run away.

Ordinary people are eating pots of pulp to welcome the king!

It’s still very bright in July.

The leading force is the elite EDM force, equipped with 7 Weasel 1 airborne combat vehicles, 3 BTR-80 armored personnel carriers, 2 TPz-1 "Fox" armored personnel carriers and 5 2S3 type howitzers for Aimo The people of Western York were shocked physically and mentally.

152mm, Mexicans have only seen it in TV series.

Mexican army?

Is there such a thing?

He was all black, with the EDM logo tattooed on his clothes and arms, a white falcon with its wings spread out and a tiger in its mouth.

Wearing a mask, his eyes were deep and fierce.

The neat steps seemed to hit the hearts of the people of Hermosillo, and their voices whispering to each other slowly became lower.

how long…

Have you ever seen such a mighty soldier?

Saw it in the United States next door.

"It's too quiet, let them sing a song!" Kennedy walked in the front, frowning, feeling that he was not energetic enough.

"Which song to sing?" the adjutant asked.

""Mexico Has Victor""

"Brothers of EDM, come and sing a song."

The adjutant turned his head and shouted.

"In a land of chaos and conflict, where justice seemed lifeless, Victor walked in with such a true heart, a man of courage, a man of virtue."

"Victor leads the way through the darkest night, his eyes shining on justice."

"He fought for freedom and for the people, and his path was filled with blazing light."

"If you could see him."

"Please say it for me."

"Hi! Victor!"

Hundreds of EDM police officers sang in unison, and when they reached the last line, they all saluted at the same time. It looked really shocking.

"Hi! Víctor! (Víctor!)!"

This scene…

It made ordinary people open their mouths, feeling a hot flame rushing towards their faces, and subconsciously developed a good impression and awe of the name Victor.

And on the side.

The people from the Spanish intelligence department also looked at this scene in stunned silence.

Marcelinho raised his eyes.

"He... wrote a song for himself? So shameless." The four-eyed boy swallowed his saliva and muttered in a low voice.

"He reminds me of someone." A colleague next to him suddenly fell silent, and several people looked at each other.

"Francisco Franco!"

What is Victor going to do?

Military government? !

Anti-drug?