Chapter 142 The Love-Hate Relationship Between CIA and DEA!

It was drizzling at night in Mexico City.

The solitude and loneliness of the slums are like a dead city hidden in the darkness. The children huddled in the corner folded their arms and sat on the moss-covered steps in front of their homes, looking at the bright lights and greenery in the distance.

There was yearning in his eyes.

There was a woman standing at the entrance of the alley behind her, wearing cheap black stockings, leaning against the wall, lighting a cigarette for herself, taking a puff to relieve her fatigue, and looking at the noisy neighborhood with helpless sadness in her eyes.

"Miss."

A gentle voice interrupted their thoughts. The daughter turned around and saw a man in a suit with a smile on his face, "Excuse me, do you know Genesis?"

"Genesis Daniel!" Ethan Hunt emphasized the last name.

He's looking for the "whore" in Quintero's mouth!

The woman looked at him, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and said directly, "Money, I want money."

Ethan Hunt took out a hundred-dollar bill from the lining of his suit and handed it to her. The woman's eyes lit up and she reached out to grab it. She pointed not far away in a professional manner, "Genesis." Right over there."

"Thank you!" Ethan Hunter thanked him very gentlemanly, took two steps, then turned back, and under the woman's surprised eyes, he reached out and put out her cigarette, "Smoking is not good for your health, madam. "

"Civilians are not welcome in Mexico City, go to Baja California, Mexico wants to be there."

Ethan Hunter took out three more US dollars and handed them to him, and looked at the child sitting on the steps who was looking over curiously.

"Mr. Victor doesn't like to divide people into three, six or nine grades. He wants those who love him to have food to eat, children to learn knowledge for free, and the elderly to be taken care of. Everyone should be treated well."

"Victor bless you."

Ethan Hunt held the woman's face, kissed her forehead, and turned around to leave.

Looking at the figure disappearing into the dark night, the woman stared blankly.

"Mom..." The child raised his head and shouted timidly.

The woman looked down at the child, her face covered with dirt, but her eyes were shining like stars in the sky. When she was a child...she might have been so clear, right?

Since when did you start standing here?

When you were a child...what did you dream of being?

Teacher, scientist, or athlete?

"Do you want to study?" The woman asked suddenly for some reason, her voice trembling a little.

All men liked the way they smoked, but only that man put out his cigarette and told himself the dangers of smoking.

The child's eyes lit up when he heard the reading, but soon dimmed, and he shook his head, "I want to grow up early, and then I can go to the pier to carry big bags. Then my mother won't have to be so tired."

This sentence was like a knife piercing the woman's heart, and she burst into tears while holding her child.

When has the world ever been kind to the poor?

She didn't want her child to become the bottom of society, so she grabbed his hand and said, "Let's go! Go to Baja California and study!"

Ethan Hunt (part-time policy propagandist) followed the woman's instructions and came to the destination, and happened to see four strong men pulling a woman out of the house.

Very rude!

There was even a man who slapped him in the face.

"Smelly woman! If you keep arguing, I'll send you to the maritime brothel on the US-Mexico border!"

"Gentlemen..." Ethan Hunt walked out of the darkness, smiling broadly, "Please be gentle to the ladies."

The men were startled, recovered and quickly drew their guns, but Ethan Hunter was faster, taking out the military version of Pistol88B and shooting at several of them.

Chug tug tug…

But he didn't bring 31 bullets, only 10. His marksmanship was accurate. After killing three people, he threw the gun to the side, rushed forward, grabbed the opponent's wrist, and wanted to say goodbye.

beng!

Bullets went to the sky.

Ethan Hunt took out a butterfly knife from his pocket, stabbed the man in the stomach more than a dozen times, and with the last blow, he inserted it directly into the neck. He pulled out the knife, wiped it on the corpse's face, and turned around. , with a smile on his face again.

Looking at the woman sitting on the ground in shock.

Ethan Hunt asked very gentlemanly, "Ma'am, can I see your butt?"

…

"No! No! No!" Female reporter Leanna L. Carters screamed loudly, and her voice was heard in the office building of the Mexican International News Department.

There was a cry in her voice, "I don't want to see Quintero."

"This is just a kind of... huh? Hospice care." The staff held back for a long time before uttering these words and forcefully opened her fingers.

Drag her into the interrogation room.

B2 is rubbing the scalpel. Today he plans to use a drill to drill into Quintero's bones, which Camarena suffered before.

Hearing the noise, he turned around and saw Lyanna. He raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Do you want a few more blows for her?"

"The director said to let her see Quintero. After all, the two of them have a good relationship."

B2 nodded, moved half of his body, revealing Quintero on the chair, "Miss Lyanna, take a look as you like."

Quintero, who was sitting there with his head lowered, raised his head hard when he heard the familiar name and the familiar voice, and tried hard to open his eyes. When he saw Lyanna, his eyes widened instantly, and he didn't know where it came from. With so much strength, his throat roared like a wild beast.

"Kill you! Kill you!"

B2 pulled her forward, "Come closer. Look, drug dealers are like this, but they have to be the leader. Next our boss plans to bring Gallardo over to see if he can carry it for a few days."

Leanna obviously took too much drugs and couldn't control her urine, which flowed all over the floor.

At this moment, the door was pushed open and Jason Bourne walked in. Seeing this scene, he frowned and said, "Gentlemen, don't stop. Take Quintero away. The DEA and CIA are coming."

Upon hearing this, several agents hurriedly untied the handcuffs on Quintero's hands, and the latter was still staring at Leanna.

"Be quiet!" B2 slapped Quintero in the face and dragged him out of the interrogation room.

Jason Bourne looked at Leanna, "Have you ever taken drugs?"

The woman was so scared that she didn't know what to do.

Jason Bourne shrugged, took out his gun and shot directly, biubiubiu!

"I'm sorry, drug addicts should die too. There is no harm without buying and selling."

...

The living room of the Mexicali Security Department.

Victor sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, while Alejandro next to him was a little anxious and at a loss.

Because of the two Americans in front of him!

A DEA boss in Mexico: Jonathan Panier, who is big and strong, with arm muscles like Stallone, bald head, and looks fierce.

Another is a CIA overseas agent: Tullio Walters, who looks gentle and wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

The two of them fight as soon as they meet.

The hatred between the two departments is even deeper than the 300-level mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship series.

From the institutional level, the CIA is at the same level as the DEA boss, the Department of Justice, and is actually higher than the Department of Justice, because it is only responsible to the president, unlike the Department of Justice, which is subject to various constraints from Congress.

In order to support the Nicaraguan Contra (CONTRA), the CIA hired some non-staff pilots to transport weapons to them by plane. . . .

And these pilots would sell some drugs by the way.

Then they were caught by the DEA.

This matter was even brought to the parliament at the time, but many people thought that compared with the anti-Soviet movement, a little drug was nothing.

The DEA has always been in a state of being neither loved by the mother nor the uncle.

On a deeper level, the two departments represent two systems (cannot be elaborated, it would be a waste of words).

As for the DEA's involvement in drug trafficking, this should have happened after the millennium. After all, there are always people singing in hope, and there are also people sinking in despair.

But no matter what, in the entire 20th century, the DEA can still be called the "light of mankind."

"Put away your claws, Jonathan, do you DEA people like to solve problems with fists?" Tulio Walters said with disdain.

"We use fists to fight drug dealers, unlike some people who use hooks to attract drug dealers to fuck themselves, just like prostitutes, using their bodies and souls to do disgusting things." Jonathan of the DEA is obviously not low in combat effectiveness.

This angered the other party, "Watch your words and actions! Muscle idiot!"

"What? You want to fight? Bastard, don't think I don't know that you were next to Camarena when he died!"

Jonathan revealed a bigger melon, he stared fiercely at the CIA agent in front of him, "I swear, I will blow your head off!"

Victor sat up straight, he just liked to listen to gossip.

Tulio Walters' face twitched and took a deep breath, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"You know, bastard."

Tulio Walters didn't want to talk more about this topic, but it was obvious that he was a little guilty. He turned his head and looked at Victor, "You know why I asked you to come, Mr. Victor, our intelligence says that Quintero is here with you, hand him over to the CIA."

"Why? Quintero is a drug dealer who handed him over to our DEA!"

"Mexico and the United States have no extradition agreement." Victor spread his hands.

"This is a document signed by your President Carlos." Tulio Walters handed over a document.

Casare hurried over to take it.

Victor glanced and smiled, "I don't recognize a person who cooperates with drug dealers as the president of Mexico."

Tulio Walters' face suddenly changed.

"This is an order from the CIA!"

Victor scratched his ears and looked calm, "You obviously don't know who you are talking to. Let me give you a hint. I'm not in danger, Tulio, I'm a dangerous person. Do you underestimate me so much? If I'm unhappy, I'm someone who will be shot by others."

CIA?

What a big name!

Let alone the current world situation, does your CIA have the power to mobilize hundreds of thousands of troops to encircle and suppress me?

Or throw a big mushroom on Mexico's head?

These are unrealistic.

If it's really that easy to get rid of a person, then why don't you get rid of Fidel Castro?

"I don't intend to damage American interests, but the CIA doesn't represent the United States!" Victor narrowed his eyes, "Who gave you the power to order me?"

The CIA and FBI are also T0 organizations in the United States. They are full of evil and the people are almost disgusted with them.

Because of Camarena's death, the image of DEA began to gain weight in many American TV series and was gradually accepted by the public.

Anti-drug work is still what mankind aspires to.

Unlike after the millennium, a boomerang directly cut down the United States. There is a joke that a DM dealer was sentenced to 20 years in prison. After the result came out, he saw a sign on the roadside that said: Please contact XX to buy DM.

Latin America is always full of magic, and so is the United States.

Just an ordinary CIA agent?

What are you afraid of?

It's not the Americans who are invading.

Tulio Walters looked at Victor with a sinister look. To be honest, Victor didn't like this look.

He really wanted to beat him to death!

But he glanced at Jonathan from the DEA next to him, and the other party was also American...

"You can go away, idiot." Jonathan laughed and sneered, "Don't you know that you need to lower your status when you ask someone to do something for you?"

"You CIA people are always so proud."

"Sooner or later, you will be beaten to death on the street."

Tulio Walters didn't even get up, just looked at Victor, "No one can refuse the CIA."

Victor smiled.

Casare sighed.

Why are you talking so much nonsense?

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PS: Two more pictures in the afternoon, and continue with 10,000 words today.

You know a lot of political things, brothers, this is a novel, just enjoy it!