Chapter 210 Alejandro Is Dead!

Chapter 210 Alejandro...is dead!

Victor went to wash his face and returned to the office. His expression was calm and unrestrained again, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Sorry, I had something to do at work just now." He apologized to Forrest Gump.

The other party was also a smart man, and did not continue to ask. It was definitely not a small matter to make a person in power look bad.

Just like "Emperor Meixizongling" gave a demonstration class to students in an elementary school in Florida. When he heard about the flying man in the sky, his expression was also extraordinary, and he was obviously a little confused.

They are just calmer than ordinary people.

They are not supermen.

I don't believe it. When Colonel Ka died, wasn't he afraid?

"Sir, what do you think of my proposal?" Forrest Gump didn't ask more about this matter. He pulled back the whole question and looked at Victor with hope.

This made the latter a little overwhelmed.

I originally thought this guy was a... well-behaved person, but it was obvious that he was very bold!

He wants to form a "secret society" in the United States, just like the Eulogian Club!

This thing was actually founded in the Skull and Bones Society of Yale University. It is not as mysterious and strange as the novelists say. It is just a small gang of elites, but among this group of elites, there are three American presidents and two Supreme Court justices.

What else do they have besides these!

The essence of secret societies is to use each other's abilities and power to help themselves achieve their desired goals.

Is it for the purpose of throwing a party?

If the person sitting in front of Victor is an American political elite, he may be very interested, but he is just a retired soldier who is still studying. Even if he has potential, he only has potential.

However, fortunately, Forrest Gump did not say that he wanted to rebuild the "Black Panthers", otherwise, Victor would have kicked him out.

He politely rejected the invitation to form a club. "Forrest Gump, it's not convenient for me to do this in Mexico. However, I fully support your behavior. Since Yale University has their Skull and Bones Club, you can set up a club at Cornell University and recruit some potential elites. I can provide all the funds."

In fact, the annual Yale University Alumni Association is the internal team building of the CIA. The founder Robert Lovett is a member of the "Skull and Bones Club". The entire CIA building is like a "haunted house".

Victor wants to be a sponsor.

Although Forrest Gump was a little disappointed that he didn't get Victor in, he heard that he was giving money, oh, that's great!

"By the way, I have only one request." Victor suddenly spoke.

"Please say."

"No Nigo."

Forrest Gump looked strange, but still agreed. Isn't it just not wanting black people? Anyway, there is no loss.

"What's your name?"

"Blue Gold Society!"

Victor was startled, and then he heard Forrest Gump say, "I hope that under our sky, all the evil will retreat, and all the bad guys will get the punishment they deserve, all for the blue sky!"

It's a very idealistic purpose.

I hope...

You still have this drive in 20 years.

"Then you have to work hard to climb up, Forrest Gump, how is your family in the United States?"

"My father is just an ordinary farmer, but he has passed away. I am of Irish descent, and it is said that I came to the United States in the 17th century."

That's a white-collar worker, not an aristocrat!

This is not easy to do in the United States.

The European and American world pays more attention to blood, while in Southeast Asia only dogs care about blood, but there is no way, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

"Then I have to find an ancestor for you!" Victor murmured, and his brain began to think carefully about whether there are famous Americans of Irish descent?

Find an ancestor? Forrest Gump didn't understand what this meant at all, and his eyes were confused.

Finally, Victor thought of someone.

"James Buchanan led your family to rise! You are from the United States in the 15th century, do you understand?"

This is the 15th president of the United States.

Forrest Gump also reacted. This is to add a little "noble" blood to his identity. He is not morally clean, so he will not feel uncomfortable, but...

"James Buchanan doesn't seem to have a wife."

"Not having a wife doesn't mean he doesn't have a mistress. You can be the product of him and anyone else, but if someone outside asks you, just say that you are Buchanan's descendant. This is just a stepping stone. The next step is to use US dollars."

This kind of operation, MD, made Forrest Gump a little stunned.

"Don't worry, I will find someone to clean up your affairs. Remember, you are now the descendant of James Buchanan!"

Anyway, it's almost four hundred years old. Who knows it? If Lincoln wasn't so famous, you can say that you are Lincoln's illegitimate child.

Those nobles don't dare to check DNA, otherwise, the so-called family of hundreds of years really exists? The report is not accurate. It’s just that the field was plowed by an old cow. All they want is this “name”.

Victor patted Forrest Gump on the shoulder, "Come, have a drink, Mr. President's descendant."

Forrest Gump hurriedly picked up the red wine, and the two of them clinked their glasses lightly.

Celebrate...

Forrest Gump found his great...great-great-grandfather.

...

Late at night, the heavy rain in Tijuana became more fierce.

It was like God peeing, but there was a little more stored.

In that van.

George Smiley was sure that Alejandro had betrayed!

The CIA gave the other party a KPI.

Asked him to find out where Victor's weapons came from!

Secondly, bribe the army.

The third is to put a bug in Victor's office.

"I hope you can do it. Of course, don't worry, we in the CIA will pay you first. Your daughter will go to the best private school. The money will be paid by us, and we will arrange the best priests to hold mass for her. You can get more than 20,000 US dollars in cash rewards every month..."

"Thank you!" Alejandro nodded.

George Smiley, who was in the monitoring car, threw the mineral water in his hand on the car, and it bounced up and hit another employee, who was so scared that he dared not say a word.

This...

Twenty thousand dollars!

Can't Victor afford this price?

Just based on the "Integrity Plan" in Lower California, Alejandro can earn more than 100,000 dollars a year according to his level!

This is on the surface.

Otherwise, how do you think Victor can quickly stabilize other departments below?

Relying on treatment and big sticks, if you obey, you will be given candy, if you don't obey, you will be killed, but if you ask yourself, George Smiley feels that Mr. Victor has treated them very well.

But like-minded comrades can persist, very few, some because of interests, some are just shallow-minded, and those who are often in control of all their strength and can persist are the real idealists.

But this road is full of thorns, and there will be fewer and fewer people walking together on the road ahead, and there will always be people falling behind.

"Boss, they're done talking."

George Smiley came back to his senses and turned to look at another employee, "What did Jason say?"

"No news yet."

But just as he finished speaking, he heard the phone ring, and the employee quickly picked it up, "Hello? Arrest the CIA? Good!"

"Headquarters said, catch him! Alejandro...keep him in the villa first."

George Smiley waved his hand, "Action!"

The employee opened the car door and got out of the car. Someone behind him wanted to hand him an umbrella, but George Smiley pushed him away, "What the hell, why are you so pretentious."

He unbuttoned his shirt and rushed towards Alejandro's villa with his men.

In the rainy night...

George Smiley's leather shoes stepped on the puddle of water, and he still had a cigarette in his mouth, "Open the door!"

The two employees climbed over the wall with a cool move and opened the door. The servant who heard the noise just ran out from the side door and saw George Smiley took out his ID: "MDIN! Investigate the case!"

The CIA agent and Alejandro inside didn't hear the noise at all, because the rain was really heavy. The two were shaking hands and preparing to leave.

The door was violently kicked open by someone outside.

The two were shocked!

"Mr. Alejandro, you're in trouble!"

When the other party saw George Smiley, he was terrified and his face suddenly turned pale. The CIA was still stubborn when he was pressed to the ground, "What are you doing? I'm an American businessman. What are you doing~!!"

"Businessman?"

George Smiley kicked him up, grabbed his head and smashed it hard on the coffee table with his teeth. His teeth were all loose and he screamed in pain.

"CIA!"

"This is MDIN's territory!"

"I'll take you to our water dungeon for a tour. There are some little darlings down there who particularly like your snow-white tender buttocks!"

George Smiley grinned.

MDIN's water dungeon was newly built and not very big. It was called a water dungeon but it was actually a glass tank, just big enough for one person to stand and not drown.

Strip the prisoner naked, apply secret spices on his body, and then throw him into the water tank. There are two or three red-bellied piranhas down there, so you can see up close what these fish will bite off first!

According to statistics from the Mexican Ministry of Information.

20% of drug dealers will be bitten on their buttocks first when they are tortured, 70% will lose their calves first, and the remaining 10% will be bitten on other parts.

The CIA's meat smells bad, but I don't know where the red-bellied piranhas like.

As for death?

Don't worry, adrenaline works.

The Mexican intelligence department is a long-term partner of the medical unit. If you feel uncomfortable, I will give you a shot. I guarantee that you will watch your lower body being eaten by red-bellied piranhas.

"Drag him away!"

George Smiley waved his hand, and two employees pulled the CIA's arms out, but seeing that he was still walking, one of them took out a small hammer from behind and hit his knees hard!

Directly broke his legs.

CIA, still want to walk standing?

Do you know what it means to be dragged like a dead dog?

The screams made Alejandro flustered, and he looked at George Smiley's eyes, "I, I didn't know he was from the CIA!"

Poor and incompetent words.

"You keep it to Mr. Victor, he will come to see you later, maybe, he will listen to your explanation."

After that, he walked out the door and arranged for the remaining employees to keep an eye on the surroundings and never let him run away!

But he came out, about ten minutes later.

There was a gunshot from the house!

Bang! !

George Smiley was startled, but his face changed and he rushed into the house.

Not seeing him in the living room, a group of people rushed to the second floor and saw Alejandro in the study. He was lying on the table with a Grizzly Winchester Magnum pistol on the ground.

Blood was oozing from the table.

He shot himself in the temple!

Is there any hope for this bastard?

George Smiley looked grim, "Fuck!"

Alejandro...

Committed suicide?

Where the hell do you get such a lot of courage?

"Quick! Tell Mr. Victor!"

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