Chapter 174: CIA’s Work?

When Jason Bourne returned to the office with a dark face, he just put his hand on the handle and turned his head and said, "Let all those with stars on their shoulders come in!"

The staff outside hurriedly called the heads of other departments.

Seeing people with high-ranking police ranks walk into Jason Bourne's office, some people's gossips suddenly rose.

"Hey, Minister, what are they doing?"

"It must be a big task!"

Jason Bourne held a cigarette in his mouth and closed the curtains. "The boss just called me over and criticized me. He asked us to search Tijuana. If there is still an explosion, then we will strip you naked and hang you upside down on the tallest building in the city."

"This is your special hobby, Minister." George Smiley, who looked like a rock singer with a melancholy temperament, said.

"Ahem! Am I that kind of person?" Jason Bourne glared at him, "I tell you, the boss is very angry, and the consequences are serious. You'd better be careful, otherwise you will be sent to be a duck like Ethan Hunt, and I won't care about you."

Duck?

Is it that exciting?

"Alright! Let's go and act. Follow the regional divisions and mobilize your informants. Arrest the suspects first. Anyway, there are no good people in Mexico."

"Yes, sir!"

After a group of people came out of the office, they were still chatting about Ethan Hunt. They were all interested in being ducks.

Jason Bourne exhaled and looked at the sunset in the distance.

Darkness...

It seems that justice has never been welcomed!

When the whole night covered Tijuana, some places that hid filth began to slowly emerge.

They dared not sell drugs openly, but there must be someone doing it in private.

Even the American, who is so awesome, has people all over the world against him. Victor is a policeman. Do you want the world to be really free of evil?

All he can do is to curb evil.

At least there are many more pedestrians in Tijuana at night, and ordinary people dare to go out shopping. This is progress.

Many children have smiles on their faces.

Small vendors push carts to make a living.

Isn't this the meaning of maintaining public order?

In an alley...

Four or five figures punched and kicked a man, who looked very experienced, curled up and protected his vital parts.

"If you don't pay, I'll sell your daughter to a brothel!" A man wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, tattoos on his arms, and a headband cursed.

"So arrogant? Don't you know that Tijuana does not allow prostitution of good women?"

Someone shouted at the entrance of the alley, and several thugs looked over and saw a light shining over. They couldn't help but shrink their heads.

"Hey! Where are you from?" The man with the headband saw two figures.

"Haha, where are you from?"

The two men came over and turned off the flashlight, "My boss Victor, where do you say I am from? The Mexican Anti-Drug Agency (AMD)!"

"I... We didn't sell drugs. This guy owes us money. You can't do anything about it."

"Your mouth is so hard, you must have taken drugs. You know the pain when your teeth are broken." One of them took out a gun.

The man with the headband swallowed his saliva. A brave man would not suffer a loss in front of him. He quickly raised his hand, "Sir, we are joking."

"Go outside and do ten push-ups each. If you don't finish, I will give you a bullet each. Get out of here."

Only in a strong area like Baja California would the police dare to say this. In other places, there would have been two more bodies by now.

After the thugs walked out of the alley, the policeman with the gun kicked the one lying on the ground, "Alfaro, if you don't get up when I count to three, you will lose your informant fee this month."

Hearing this, the man lying on the ground pretending to be dead jumped up and laughed awkwardly, "Mr. George Smiley, isn't it comfortable on the ground? When do you need to deliver the informant fee in person?"

Of course, an intelligence agency cannot have only formal employees. The CIA has hundreds of thousands of overseas local dogs, MI6 has many informants, and the Mexican International News Department certainly has many peripheral members.

There are nearly 2,000 people in Tijuana!

No insurance is required, and money is paid according to the value of the clues every month.

"I'm asking you, have you seen any strange Guatemalans recently?"

"Guatemala?"

The informant named Alfaro frowned and scratched his head, "There are a few people from Honduras, and they also bought some things on the black market."

The two intelligence officers looked at each other, "Where are they?"

The informant smiled awkwardly, "At that time, I was picking up girls, so..."

MD!

The two were almost angry and laughed. When they were about to continue asking, they heard a scream outside the alley, accompanied by gunshots.

The two hurriedly ran out and saw a red SUV being pushed against the wall from the side by a police car, and the rear window of the SUV was open, and a man holding an AK47 was shooting at the glass.

The glass shattered all over the floor, and the police officer was obviously dead.

"That's the one! Is there KY written on the inside of his arm!" The informant was brave enough to shout in the corner of the alley.

It doesn't matter whether the other party is the person they are looking for now. You are playing a gunfight in this neighborhood. Do you think we are easy to bully?

The two men opened the trunk, and found two Winchester M1887 shotguns inside. When going out to work, they had to bring large-caliber shotguns.

The boss has said that a man must have a thick wallet or a thick caliber, otherwise he will not be able to show off any decent skills.

jump!

As soon as the spray came over, the other party was startled. The man holding the AK glanced this way, holding the muzzle of the gun and direct fire to suppress it.

With his right hand, he patted the red off-road vehicle. The driver kicked the accelerator and it was scraped off the wall. The sides were covered in white paint. The man jumped into the car and ran away without hesitation.

"Call for backup!"

"Lock them!"

George Smiley shouted, got into the car, put an alarm bell in his backhand, and chased the red SUV.

The colleague who was driving held the radio, "This is PC13174, internal communication number G7891, there was a shooting in the 11th block, the criminal was holding an AK, the number of people is unknown, please apply for air gunship support!"

The beginning of G is the Mexican Ministry of Information.

PC13174 is an internal alarm signal.

"The permission application has been approved. Please pay attention to safety. The ground patrol team 7.11.23.47 is rushing there."

"clear."

After hanging up the radio, the driver looked at George Smiley and said, "Boss, do you like Fast and Furious?"

The other party was startled, and his expression suddenly changed.

The speed soared to 140!

"NMD! Get me off the bus!!"

…

At the same time, at 8 o'clock in the evening, there was a press conference at the National Palace.

"This was a very, very bad and inhumane attack!"

Cuauquemot looked at the camera with a very serious expression, "Mexico has listed the Guatemalan Mara Salvatrucha as a terrorist organization and will apply for a global warrant."

"At any time, criminal organizations of all types are the biggest enemies of mankind."

He was reprimanding loudly from above. The "recruit" Giancarlos standing next to him looked around with alert eyes. He was wearing a straight suit and had sharp eyes.

Suddenly, he glanced at a woman below, looked around, and suddenly stood up.

"careful!"

Giancarlos stood in front of Cuauquemot, drew his gun and turned on the safety, and fired six shots at the woman, steadily and hard! Just knock the opponent down.

The other guards stood on both sides of the latter, protecting him as he walked down the steps.

"Everyone squat down!"

The press hall was filled with screams.

beng!

The door was knocked open, and two men wearing bright red uniforms broke in, holding AK47s, standing at the door and shooting.

Chug tug tug tug…

The reporters were swept to the ground like rows of straw.

These two people have very strong intentions. They are here for Kwaukmot, but the guards who protect him are all carefully selected by Victor. What do you want to do with just two people?

He was shot dead on the spot by the guards who came from outside.

"Mr. Protector, leave first and then call an ambulance." Giancarlos said to his companions with a dark face. He looked down at the two soldiers who were shot dead and looked at his colleagues around him. "Who can tell me who these two are?" what happened?"

In addition to internal security, the Presidential Guard also protects the National Palace of Mexico. Most of them are military police, who also bear the responsibility of soldiers of ceremony.

But why do they have bullets in their weapons?

According to the requirements of the courtesy soldiers, they are not allowed to carry bullets. If they need to carry them, they must report it, but under this rule, this situation still occurs.

Then there is only...

There is a traitor!

"All personnel have sealed off the National Palace. No one except the guards is allowed to approach Mr. Cuaukmote. Keita, take command and give me your mobile phone."

Giancarlos took the cell phone from his colleague and made a call directly to Victor's office.

"Hello."

"Sir, I have something to report to you."

…

"You mean, Kwaukmot was attacked? And you suspect that someone in the internal department has defected to drug traffickers?"

"Yes! But we don't know who it is."

Victor was silent. Some people thought it was more difficult to kill themselves, so they planned to kill Kwaukemot. After all, the other party was the boss of the country.

"Sir, I think we might be able to get Mr. Cuauquemot to come to Tijuana," Giancarlos said softly.

As soon as these words came out, Victor's eyebrows twitched. Why did you bring him here?

Holding the emperor hostage to order the princes?

TMD!

Don’t you all want to make progress too much?

What era is it, still doing this trick?

"Mexico City is the symbol of Mexico and the pearl of Mexicans. If the president doesn't stay there, where can he go?"

Victor made the decision directly, and then said, "However, many departments should be in the hands of people who love them. I will send people to help guide them."

Buzz buzz~

The alarm in the building suddenly sounded.

I saw the secretary running in anxiously.

"Sir, 17 banks called the police, and there were gunfights in 36 places across the city, and the number is still rising."

Victor was startled, but then it became clear.

There is definitely a trap here...

Two attacks on important powerful figures in Mexico?

Moreover, they attacked Mexico in the morning and Tijuana in the afternoon. There was no plan. Victor went to eat shit.

He smelled a deep conspiracy.

It seems like... CIA style!

Could it be that the so-called Mara Salvatrucha was supported by the CIA?

I think I have been too jumpy recently, so I want to add some pressure to myself?

Victor frowned, always feeling that there is something wrong with this.

It seems that he has offended a lot of American departments recently, and each of them seems to have the ability to do this.

"Order EDM, EDN (Mexico National Emergency Response Team) and NTMD (Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency Anti-Terrorism Team) to go out and kill these saboteurs in Tijuana!"

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