Chapter 209: If Loyalty Is Not Absolute, It Is Equal to Absolute Disloyalty!

In fact, when entertaining American guests, there were many eyes watching.

Victor is too famous.

As a person in power, your shit has great research value. For example, the CIA is said to have a department of agents who specialize in collecting feces, saliva and X fluid from the bosses of various countries, because from these things, you can see his physical condition.

Some eyes found that there was a person missing in this atmosphere.

Alejandro!

This third person who is generally regarded as the "Victor Military Group" by the outside world has not been heard from for a few days.

A group of people with bad intentions smelled a smell from this.

Could it be...

Victor has a problem with Alejandro? He was excluded from the core group?

! ! !

That's something to think about.

A luxury residential area in Tijuana.

Most of the senior executives of the "Victor Military Group" live here. In the past, this was a real estate opened by the Tijuana drug cartel. After they were wiped out, this place naturally became public.

The smallest one is about 700 square meters, and it also includes a small swimming pool. In the past, the Benjamin brothers built the property to bribe some senior officials, so there are even very private places inside.

Victor adheres to the policy of high salary to maintain integrity, and does not exclude his subordinates from living in luxury houses. As long as you are good, the boss will take you to eat delicious food and drink spicy food.

In Villa No. 3, this is Alejandro's house. His wife and children are in the United States. In his mind, the education, medical care and various environments there must be better than here. Perhaps, even if Victor works hard for a hundred years, Mexico is just Mexico.

The United States is the best in the world!

In the study.

He was buried in his diary, with a desk lamp on. He could vaguely see very scattered words, but he could also occasionally see one or two complete sentences.

"Victor is becoming more and more dictatorial. I am not very satisfied with his style. He does things without leaving room for maneuver. He wants to root out everything. Many people privately say that he is more like a tyrant. Perhaps, Mexico cannot bring real peace under his guidance."

! ! !

Alejandro has a rebellious heart?

His brows were furrowed, and his words showed his dissatisfaction with Victor, especially the fact that the other party asked him to falsify the "31 FBI" bodies, which made him, as a "spiritual American", even more unhappy.

He is the governor of Lower California, why does he feel that all the power belongs to Victor?

Not everyone is willing to be Casare.

But he did not dare to express some opinions in public, and could only write some complaints in his diary in private.

Dong Dong Dong~

The knock on the door suddenly sounded.

"Who!" Alejandro raised his head suddenly, closed the diary quickly, and his heart was beating like a cheating.

"First... sir, the guard contacted us, and there is a man outside the gate who said he is your friend." The servant outside the door was startled by the other party's tone, and said tremblingly, this Filipino servant spoke Spanish fluently.

Friend?

Alejandro pondered for a moment, "Ask him to wait for me in the living room."

The servant responded and ran downstairs.

He closed the notebook. The diary had a lock that could be locked, and a three-digit password was required. Then he put the notebook into the safe.

It seemed that he also knew that the things inside were important.

After putting on his clothes and going downstairs, he saw the servant walking in with a white man. The other party was of well-proportioned height, wearing a hat and a white suit. When he saw Alejandro, he bowed slightly.

But he didn't know this person at all, and his heart tightened.

"Don't be nervous, sir, I came with good intentions." The other party may have noticed Alejandro's nervousness and said with a smile.

"Can you give me a cup of coffee? No sugar, put some milk, thank you." The white man looked at the servant and spoke gently. The latter looked at the master. Alejandro hesitated and nodded, and the servant walked quickly into the kitchen next door.

"Who are you?"

"My name is West, I work for the CIA, Mr. Alejandro, do you want to overthrow Victor's brutal rule?"

...

Swish!

It suddenly rained heavily in Tijuana.

Outside the villa area.

A van was using its windshield wipers, which made a harsh sound, but the lights were not on, which seemed very strange.

In the car, there were a lot of...monitoring equipment!

These people were from the Mexican News Department.

"Boss! Something's going on." A monitor wearing headphones suddenly said. Sitting next to him, a senior intelligence officer with long hair who looked like a rock singer: George Smiley was smoking a cigarette. He looked up like a sloth when he heard this.

His expression was a bit hopeless.

Who the hell likes working overtime late at night?

That damn Jason Bourne, CNMD.

Sure enough, it is a common practice for the grassroots to scold the leaders.

When you scold your boss at work and your colleague becomes embarrassed and keeps silent, you should start to wonder if they are relatives.

"Play it outside." George Smiley took a puff of cigarette and said.

The monitor pressed the button hurriedly.

Then it played from inside, "I work for the CIA, Mr. Alejandro, do you want to overthrow Victor's brutal rule?"

"Cough cough cough!!"

George Smiley's puff of cigarette came out of his ears directly, and he coughed violently, and finally panic appeared on his face.

Damn!

Can you say that?

In fact, their Mexican Information Department has long been eyeing a lot of foreign spies. They are not eating for free. Victor spends money, and the whole Tijuana shits, I know what you ate yesterday.

The reason why they didn't arrest him is because they want to play a long game to catch big fish.

But who knew that this British guy would come directly to Alejandro? !

And also want to incite him to rebellion? !

George Smiley looked at the monitor nervously, and even heavy breathing could be heard from it. These houses were all installed with eavesdropping devices when they were distributed.

The Mexican News Department, which was authorized by the imperial power, had great power.

They were not controlled by anyone. If they were in other places, they could even apply for cooperation with the anti-drug force, but they could only mobilize 50 people at most. More people would require higher authority.

Except for Victor, all the senior officials of the anti-drug force were under surveillance.

Including Casare.

After about ten seconds, Alejandro's voice came, "Please go out! OUT! You are not welcome here, Mr. West!"

George Smiley's heart sank. As an agent, he knew that Alejandro should have some inner fluctuations.

Loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyalty!

This sentence suddenly rang in his mind.

Could it be that Alejandro really had this idea?

No way...

He is the third person in the anti-drug force!

George Smiley's eyes twitched, and he continued to listen carefully.

"You should know what Victor is doing. He has destroyed a lot of balances. Most importantly, he lacks respect and fear for the CIA. This is very irrational behavior. We are happy to support a pro-American person. We can help you overthrow him, even overthrow Cuauhcmote. Mexico should call you by your name."

"Your children can go to the best schools in the United States, your wife will fulfill her dreams in the United States, and you will become a friend of the CIA and a brother of the United States. We can even give you a medal to reward your efforts in promoting relations between the United States and Mexico."

"And Victor? He can only lead Mexico astray. Pull him down. If you take his place, you will do better than him. We CIA are also willing to help you ban drugs nationwide. I swear in the name of God."

The CIA bastard made the conditions in a very tempting tone.

These people actually said the name of God?

They are not ashamed!

But in Latin America, they have the ability to do this. I will do whoever I want to do!

George Smiley rubbed his sweaty palms, so nervous that he couldn't breathe. He knew that he might witness the first internal conflict in the anti-drug force? ? ? ?

When an organization develops to this point, there will always be someone who wants to be arrogant.

If there is no Victor, would he be the governor of California?

No!

He is still the crappy director of the National Bureau of Prisons. Ordinary criminals can slap him. Who gave him the dignity and status he has now?

"What do you need me to do?" Alejandro whispered softly, as if he couldn't get over the moral criticism in his heart, but he couldn't help it.

In the van, everyone's breathing was shocked.

George Smiley raised his head, closed his eyes, sighed, and when he opened them again, "Report this matter and let Mr. Victor know as soon as possible."

"Boss, this...this..." Someone next to him stammered.

"What? Do you want to betray too?" George Smiley narrowed his eyes, "If you want to die, tell me, I will help you find a place to rest."

The subordinate's scalp numbed and he didn't dare to speak immediately.

Someone nearby quickly called the duty officer at headquarters.

And in the monitor, there were still conversations.

"Your choice is correct, sir. In Latin America, if our CIA wants to support you to take the position of the boss, you don't have to worry. You should think about how to take the position!"

"But it's not the time to overthrow him now. We need to prepare. We just want to know where his weapons come from? How many soldiers does he have? Is there anyone supporting him behind the scenes?"

"I don't know." Alejandro was very direct.

This directly confused the other party. He frowned and asked, "You don't know? You are the third person."

"Victor never let me manage military affairs, nor did he allow me to inspect any troops without consent. I am only responsible for civil affairs, but... he also completely delegated power to me!"

Alejandro became more and more excited as he spoke, "I'm only 40 years old, and I still want to work hard, but he treats me like a mascot. I go to work and get off work every day, and I'm so idle!"

George Smiley, who was monitoring, opened his mouth halfway when he heard this.

I don't do anything at work, but I can still live in a mansion and get paid on time every month. Isn't this... good?

But people are different.

Some people are eager to get off work, while others want to show their talents.

The pursuits are different.

The choices are also different.

In the Mexican News Department, the colleague on duty quickly recorded the incident and found the boss Jason Bourne. When the other party saw it, his butt seemed to be on fire, and he rushed to Victor's office in a hurry.

The staff on the road were surprised to see him like this. When has Jason been so flustered?

He knocked on the door of Victor's office, and the other party was chatting privately with Forrest Gump inside. Jason Bourne ran to his ear and whispered a few words.

Victor's facial expression was stiff, but he quickly forced out a smile, but Forrest Gump could still see the reluctance of the other party's smile.

"Please wait a moment."

Finally, Victor couldn't help it. After saying something to the other party, he stood up and walked out of the office. His expression suddenly looked like he could swallow a person!

"Catch that CIA! Take him to the water dungeon, I want him to suffer!"

"What about Mr. Alejandro?"

Victor was quiet for a while, standing there blankly.

"So this is what being alone means!" He suddenly sighed.

No matter how good your friends are, in the end, when you encounter power, money, and women, you will fall apart even if you say you are great and have different values.

Thomas Sankara, Compaore, and Linganico are all good friends. The three of them even slept in the same bed. What was the result?

The tough guy in the country of gentlemen was betrayed by his two best brothers!

He was only 38 years old when he died!

There are also Allende and Pinochet in Chile, whose relationship was also very good at the beginning.

This world is fucked up!

The higher you climb, the fewer friends you have. Everywhere you look, there are only interests and hypocrisy!

Victor just didn't expect that it would be his turn so soon.

CIA!

CNMD!

"Prepare the car, I want to ask him in person."

"I want to ask him why he betrayed me!"

"Could it be... that I can't bless Mexico?"

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