Chapter 170 Time Magazine Wants to Interview Victor?

Bogota, Santa Fe, Colombia!

In a high-end club marked: "Hombres y perros (Men and Dogs)".

This is a famous... men's club, mainly for some rich and lonely women to vent.

It is a membership system.

People who come here are either rich or noble.

Griselda Blanco sat in the booth, looking at the stripper in front of her, with the desire of a beast in her eyes.

This "black widow" was born in Medellin, northern Colombia in 1943. Her mother was a special worker and her father was unknown. When she was eleven years old, she killed people. In order to get money, she kidnapped a child and threatened the child's parents to get a ransom.

But the other party didn't pay, so she killed him directly.

Later, in order to avoid some of her mother's malicious guests, she went out to wander by herself and met her first husband, a dealer who sold fake certificates. At that time, her husband had a drug dealer friend, and Griselda Blanco approached him to understand the drug market.

She tried to get her first husband to do it, but her husband was a street vendor, and he was specialized in his own field. He thought that fake certificates were worthwhile, so he was unwilling to do it. Blanco, who had killed someone at the age of eleven, was furious and killed her husband, and worked with her husband's drug dealer friend.

She started smuggling KKY, and at that time... Pablo was still smuggling electrical appliances.

The elder sister became rich, so naturally she helped the younger brother. Pablo's business was brought up by her, so in addition to the nickname "Black Widow", some people also called her "the mother of drug lords"!

The second husband was not enterprising, so she killed him!

The third husband was a gigolo, who was a bank robber in Colombia. Because Blanco wanted a child, he found him, but who knew that this guy... wanted to climb over Blanco's head.

Took the child to the United States.

Then...

One month later, he died!

So she figured it out, it is enough for a man to satisfy her body.

Cheap man!

She now has a crush on a man who is dancing a striptease on the top. His abdominal muscles and handsome face make her heart beat non-stop.

When the music ends, she raises her glass and shouts in a rough voice, "Victor!"

The women next to her swallowed their words when they saw Blanco.

This fat woman is really capable of killing people!

In places like Latin America, the most feared thing is drug dealers. They don't follow any rules, principles, or even care about your status. They just shoot you up.

Are you competing with Blanco for a man?

Do you think you've lived too long?

Hearing Blanco's call, Ethan Hunt, who goes by the alias Victor, swallowed his saliva, and a flash of despair flashed across his eyes!

He has been dancing here for a week. Not to mention, relying on his figure, appearance, and small mouth, he turned the agent into a gigolo.

Blanco fell in love with this new handsome man on the first day.

Ethan Hunt took a deep breath, smiled and walked over, sitting next to Blanca in a familiar manner. The other person was sprayed with perfume, but he was a little uncomfortable. But as a gigolo, he still had to have some professional ethics, right? He touched Blanco's hand and said with concern, "I've been a little busy recently, earning less money, health is important."

There is a whole "strategy book" for women in the Mexican International News Department, and there is a sentence that says: For women who are very career-oriented, pay more attention to her body. She is very lonely, and you are the man who fills her heart.

A typical guide to picking up girls!

You won't starve to death if you lose your job in the future.

Blanco likes the "warmth" in Ethan Hunt that other Latin American men don't have, "Go back with me tonight."

It means that you can't refuse!

Ethan Hunt immediately knew that this day had come. He cried a lot in his heart, but he still had to pretend to be very happy on his face. He kissed Blanco, "Then I'll go change my clothes~"

The Black Widow was so happy about this.

With Ethan Hunt's small mouth, small body, and big ass, he would definitely be the top star in any male escort club in RB.

Back in the locker room, Ethan Hunt locked his door, picked up the phone and dialed out. As soon as the call was connected, he shouted, "Hey! That fat pig wants me to sleep with her."

"Didn't you say she's your darling?"

"But I have a bottom line!"

"Blanco spent about 30 million US dollars on her three husbands, and her mistresses cost an average of 7 million US dollars. How much do you think you can get? This money doesn't need to be confiscated." The colleague opposite said calmly.

Ethan Hunt covered his chest, "Are you going to use these cold numbers to make me bow down?"

"No, I just want you to understand that your bottom line can be flexible."

"Isn't it the same when the lights are turned off? Ethan, if you have a good body, you have to show it off. Others have no chance to climb into her bed."

Ethan Hunt's eyes twitched, and he took a deep breath, "I'm going to have a midnight snack with my baby."

The colleague on the other side was quiet.

"Remember to bring two more layers of condoms..."

After Ethan Hunt hung up the phone, when he thought about how he would soon become a toy of a rich woman, he suddenly felt... It's not impossible, a shitty agent, what's wrong with me making some extra money!

Bah, Victor, that guy, his salary didn't increase at all!

He wore clothes specially prepared for Blanco. This girl likes butterflies. He also had a Morpho butterfly on the collar of his clothes. This dress cost more than 6,000 US dollars. Remember, you have to spend a lot of money to attract a rich woman.

When Ethan Hunt walked out, Blanco's eyes lit up as expected, and when he smiled, the cheekbones on his face became fleshy.

"very handsome."

Blanco threw a wad of dollars into his arms, "I'm very happy."

Ethan Hunter looked at the money in his arms and smiled happily.

Um!

This is my baby!

The two got into the bulletproof car and drove towards Blanco's mansion. In the car, the woman couldn't wait to touch Ethan Hunter's thigh.

Just as he was about to have a shot in the car, the car phone placed in the middle of the car rang. Blanco frowned and felt a little resentful, so he picked up the phone and answered it.

The person opposite seemed to be an important person, and Blanco's expression suddenly calmed down, "I understand, I'll come over right away."

After hanging up the phone, he said to the driver, "Go to Pablo Ranch."

Ethan Hunter's heart skipped a beat.

"My dear, maybe you should go somewhere with me first."

"Of course, I'll be where you are."

Blanco smiled and gave him a kiss.

MD!

I'm already planning to go to bed. Are you telling me that we're going to start work now?

Ethan Hunter's mind was spinning rapidly. Can he get some effective information from this?

You have to think about it carefully.

When the car drove to Pablo's estate, it was stopped. When the other party saw that it was Blanco, he quickly let him go and said hello.

Pablo said, "My parents raised me, but Blanco, she made me!"

This shows her status.

Driving inside, Ethan Hunter's eyes glanced around casually. The protection inside was very strict. There were patrols of three people with dogs, and helicopters and ambulances were parked in the open space.

Presidents in many places don’t get this treatment, right?

We have to carry out targeted bombing!

Otherwise, his chances of running away would be too great.

Ethan Hunter got out of the car first, waved to the driver with great discernment, and opened Blanco's car door himself. Women, especially strong women with high status, especially like the taste of conquering men.

"Thank you." Blanco said with a bright smile, holding Ethan Hunter's hand naturally.

As the two walked towards the steps, they suddenly heard a shout from behind. She turned her head and saw the person coming, smiling happily, "Ochoa."

He was an ordinary-looking man, but when he smiled, he did have a wild charm. He hugged Blanco and said, "Long time no see."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

When Ochoa saw Ethan Hunter, he nodded politely, then pointed upstairs, "I'll go up first."

"Okay." Blanco smiled and nodded. After watching the other person walk away, her expression dropped, "This is Mickey Mouse with fangs."

Ethan Hunt glanced at her, smiled and said, "Looks like a good person."

Blanco glanced at him, "The last thing you should believe in Colombia is that there are good people in this country."

"No! In my heart, you are my good person."

Take a look!

Even Blanco, who has been fighting for many years in the love field, has to fall deeply into it.

Some people are born to eat this bowl of rice.

…

"You mean Time Magazine wants to interview me?"

Victor asked as he looked at the secretary in front of him in surprise.

"Yes, the official document came, and it seems to be quite urgent."

Many people know what Time Magazine is. This publication, which was founded in 1923, contains big-name figures in almost every issue, and they are also world-renowned figures of the same period.

Of course, you are the most special when you can get him to put an "X" on your special issue.

By 2024, it will only be used 4 times in total.

"Their working group has arrived?" Victor asked.

"Right in Tijuana."

Of course, Victor would not refuse this opportunity to be in the newspaper. If he was in the limelight every day, he could be a groom every day.

He looked at his watch and said, "Okay, I'll be back in Tijuana in half an hour."

The secretary nodded and made arrangements.

After he left, Casare walked in with a tired look on his face, "Boss, it's all done."

"All the tunnels have been sprayed with dichlorodiethyl sulfide, and the openings on the Mexican side have been blocked. They will be rotten in the short term! Unless they are willing to spend a lot of money on ventilation."

Victor nodded with satisfaction, "Spray it every other month. Wait until those rats are repaired and then spray it again. I'll piss them off!"

"What if they were wearing gas masks and hazmat suits?"

"What do you mean?"

Casare said fiercely, "How about we rush hydrogen into the hole from the outside, and then...throw incendiary bombs outside! Turn the inside into an oven!"

Victor looked at him, then patted his shoulder, "You are really good. I think highly of you. You will be the next one to be hanged by the military court."

"Let's go, we will go back to Tijuana later, Time Magazine wants to interview me."

Casare's eyes lit up, "Really? Boss!"

"Don't get excited, don't get excited."

"This is the most popular personal weekly in the United States. If you get on it, you will definitely have a lot of fans in the short term. However, my boss, can I give you some advice?"

Victor nodded and gestured to him.

"Maybe we don't need to be so hostile to drug dealers in foreign media?"

"Then why do you think we only ban drugs from Mexico?"

"Maybe one day, the United States will also need me to ban drugs for them?"

Victor said with a smile, spreading his hands.

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