Chapter 193 Ethan Hunt: I Always Enjoy Danger!

Chapter 193 Ethan Hunt: I always enjoy danger!

"Blue... forever!"

Jonathan Panier walked out of the city hall, looked up, and looked at the gray sky. A ray of sunlight struggled to come out, trying to illuminate the world.

Someone is polluting the world.

Similarly, there are people who are trying to escape from the world!

He turned his head and saw Victor standing by the window. The two looked at each other, but said nothing, and there was no need to say anything.

Jonathan Panier got into the car and left.

"Camarada (comrade)"

Victor was holding a cigarette in his hand, and suddenly thought of this word.

All to keep this sky away from drugs.

It's really hard to find a like-minded person.

Victor always felt that sometimes he was like an "idealist" who wanted a utopia, but when he took over and looked around, CNMD, it was all shit.

A big gathering of grass-roots teams

"Boss, are we really going to send someone to Colombia?" Casare said from the side.

Jonathan Panier was there just now, so he was too embarrassed to say it directly.

This kind of person is here to "bewitch" my boss. As the "Grand Chamberlain", he will never allow this kind of person to do something that "harms the country and the people".

That's Colombia!

Mexico is in North America, and that guy is in South America. Although they are both in Latin America, they are not beautiful at all.

The straight-line distance by plane is nearly 4,000 kilometers.

How dangerous is this area?

Let's put it this way, when the US military was stationed in Panama, they were robbed. It was also said, of course it was said (rumor), that a big and strong American man was beaten up when he went out to purchase.

Well...

According to what he said afterwards, four or five men rushed up and did something shameful to him!

He enjoyed it.

This incident appeared in the CIA report.

In the "Silver Triangle" area, Tang Seng would be beaten to death if he came. If Bull Demon King doesn't cultivate three acres of land, do you still want to rest?

Your legs will be broken.

Casare is a little bit against this action.

Of course, it depends on the boss. His opinion is highly consistent with the boss's.

"Those drug dealers are too arrogant. They think they can kill me by joining forces? Can garbage piled together become diamonds?"

Victor said calmly, but his tone was very disdainful. He pressed the cigarette against the wall and the cigarette butt was extinguished in an instant. "This time, the DEA is leading, and we must cooperate. However, the initiative and command must be given to us. I don't trust the Americans very much."

He turned his head and said, "Their bottom line is that they have no bottom line."

"Help me call Kennedy and Zolph Sherman."

Casare nodded and walked out of the office.

Victor lay in the boss's chair. This governor knows how to enjoy himself. He wants to sleep when he sits, but he is thinking in his mind whether he should ask the United States for some benefits.

It's better to find some big shots.

I want to set up an air force.

Who can bring me such benefits?

Victor suddenly thought of a name.

"Belsaria Rumsfeld!"

The female reporter who interviewed him.

The Mexican International News Department investigated her, but her information was strange. It was obvious that someone had tampered with it. According to Jason Bourne, she must be rich or noble.

In the United States, this surname is very intriguing.

Of course, maybe it's just a coincidence?

But if she is really from the Rumsfeld family, then you have to find a way to get her no matter what.

The emotional life of adults has always been a matter of pros and cons.

Especially for people like Victor who have been "jumping" in society for a long time, they have long known that some things can be used to seek benefits.

For example, the marriage of the superior.

About a few minutes later, Casare called Kennedy and others back to his office. When he knocked on the door and came in, he saw Victor sitting quietly with a frown on his brows.

"Boss." Fatty Ka called softly.

"What do you think you need to pick up girls?" Victor asked suddenly, looking up.

? ? ? ?

You called us here just to ask this?

The three of them looked at each other, and then they were embarrassed at the same time.

They are all single dogs, what do they know?

Victor looked at them and shook his head. It seems that he will have to ask "God of Guns" Ethan Hunt next time.

He pressed "F", a professional.

"Let's get down to business. Tell them what happened to Jonathan Panier just now." Victor looked at Fatty Ka and said.

So, Casare told them the DEA plan in full, and Kennedy and Zolph Sherman raised their eyebrows.

Colombia Special Military Operation!

Is it so exciting?

"What do you think the success rate is?"

Kennedy thought for a moment, "Boss, I think it's very feasible. We can land outside the city of Santa Fe Bogota and then kill the judicial department building. If we don't want to take prisoners, there is a high probability of success."

"But... I'm afraid we won't be able to come back."

"Boss, let EDM go. I'll lead the team myself. We enjoy danger and death!"

Victor looked at him.

Kennedy's face was very resolute, "If a just cause requires sacrifice, why can't it be me? The sky should be blue, and it must be blue!"

"Wait! Wait a little longer!"

Victor murmured.

Wait to see what the DEA says!

...

"Hahahaha! Blanco~"

In Pablo's "estate".

Hearing that his elder sister was coming, he personally came out to greet her and hugged the Black Widow who got out of the car.

"Does our relationship need to be so polite?" Blanco said with a smile, his double chin still trembling. Although he said so, he was still very happy that the other party could respect him.

"This is my fiancé, Victor Hunt." She pulled out the "God of Guns" next to her and introduced him.

Pablo narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person. He had seen him before. Blanco had brought him before, but he thought the elder sister was just playing around, but who knew it was real?

This should be the fourth one, right?

The first three were all dead.

But it seems that the previous ones were not brought to him. What does this mean?

"Mr. Pablo." Ethan Hunt called out respectfully, not daring to look directly at him. His facial expression was just right for fear, but not too much.

This acting is worthy of being a God of Guns.

A man is three-quarters drunk, and he talks about you crying.

Pablo glanced at him and didn't extend his hand. What kind of person is he? The President of Colombia has to extend his hand first when shaking hands with him.

He is so arrogant!

"Come in and talk."

Pablo took them into the house, where the servants were cleaning the table. The rags... seemed to be made of silk.

Persian carpets are made of this material.

The extravagance of the rich made Ethan Hunt a little angry again.

"Three cups of coffee, please."

The maid responded quickly.

Pablo crossed his legs, "Blanco, do you need my help? Just tell me."

"I know that the North American Association is going to be established. I want you to assign a position to Victor. It doesn't have to be too high. I know his ability, but I don't want him to be idle. Men are easy to be useless when they are idle."

Pablo smiled when he heard it, "Is it just this matter? Of course, if it weren't for you, maybe I would still be stealing cars on the street. Medellin is mine, but it's also yours."

Blanco led this little brother into drug trafficking hand in hand.

Hearing this, Blanco's eyes showed memories.

She clearly remembered that at that time, she had already mixed with her second husband, got the first 10 million US dollars in her life, and bought a luxury car and a mansion in Bogota, Santa Fe.

But this kid stole his car with a few people.

He was caught by his own bodyguard.

The other kids all rushed forward, while Pablo pulled out a knife and tried to rob him fiercely.

Blanco admired his ferocity and remembered the first sentence he said to him, "Robbery is the stupidest way to make money."

"What makes the most money?"

"Drug trafficking!"

At that time, Pablo followed her.

"It's been almost 30 years, haha." Blanco sighed.

Life is always so wonderful. If she had asked the bodyguard to shoot, would there be one less powerful drug tycoon?

It's like...

Henry Tandy let a corporal go.

Ethan Hunt sat obediently next to him. He was honest and didn't talk much. He listened to them quietly, thinking in his mind.

Absolutely can't marry Blanco.

I'm a first-time marriage, and I still have to open my eyes to see the world. There are so many young girls around. I can't be with a woman who is married for the fourth time and is still emotionally unstable, right?

Even if the boss gives me a raise, a promotion, or a house, I won't do it.

How about introducing Jeff Bennett?

Good brother, let's be ducks together.

"Bolivia lacks a person in charge, let him go." Pablo was happy to give this face.

Blanco frowned when he heard this place.

This place is a bit noisy. From independence in 1825 to the 1980s, in the past 100 years, Bolivians not only experienced failures in foreign wars and several territorial cessions, but also more than 180 coups, and 6 presidents died in assassinations... President Villarroel during the GM period was shot dead in a power-grabbing riot, and his body was directly hung on the street lamp in the square of the Presidential Palace.

Isn't it scary?

"Don't worry, the association is cooperating with a powerful person there, and the other party has tens of thousands of people under his command, which is enough to ensure his safety." Pablo knew from her expression that she was afraid that her little puppy would be blown to death.

Blanco's expression relaxed.

But Ethan Hunt was anxious. What a joke. Why would he go to Bolivia by himself?

"I'm not going!" he suddenly said.

This made Pablo and Blanco turn their heads. The former frowned and looked unhappy, thinking that the other didn't want to suffer.

"I mean, which region of the North American Association is the most dangerous?"

"Mexico and the United States."

"I want to go to Mexico."

Blanco was shocked when he heard this, "Victor..."

"Blanco, Victor, I either don't do it or do it the best. I don't want others to say that I rely on women for a living. Since you have provided me with a place, I want to show you my performance."

"Bolivia is too safe. I always enjoy danger."

"Please send me to the most dangerous place."

Pablo looked at him with a different look.

"I want our future children to say that their father is the best!"

Blanco's first husband was a fake certificate dealer, the second husband was a drug dealer, but he was just a small fry, and after bringing her into the business, he just lay at home every day eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, and the third husband was a useless gigolo.

This fourth husband... is so manly!

There was ambition in his tone, and Blanco appreciated this kind of manliness.

When he said this, Blanco's eyes were sore.

Women, in fact, like manly men, and appropriate chauvinism is a hobby.

Ethan Hunt either didn't speak, or if he did, every word hit Blanco's heart.

"Pablo, just listen to him."

"My man..."

Blanco looked at Ethan Hunt affectionately, "destined to be a hero."