American Celestial Master

Chapter 222, Transactions

After the plane arrived at the airport, Yuri got into a car that was waiting there. The driver was Jason, who was responsible for connecting with him. As he drove the car to the hotel, he told him: "I sent you an email. , after you arrive in Mexico, just follow the instructions in that email."

"Our emails won't be monitored by the FBI, right?" Yuri suddenly asked again.

"Of course not in theory, because the FBI knows who we are, so in theory they shouldn't check our emails. As for the reality, at least as of now, we have not found evidence that the FBI is monitoring our emails. However, this is also Just like they don’t have proof that we’re peeking into their communications,” Jason said.

"Then have you ever..."

"Of course - I'm talking about this matter. Of course I don't know my identity. In short, this matter is actually not big, and they probably won't care too much." Jason said.

Indeed, the FBI doesn't care too much about the CIA smuggling something from Mexico to make a little money. Nowadays, the FBI has more funds than the CIA - after all, they are responsible for tracking various super criminals and super terrorists (devil followers) in the United States. They are indeed reluctant to deal with these things of the CIA. Although it is much easier to monitor CIA communications today than before. Because the CIA just recently returned a large number of experienced agents to society.

And just like any government agency or large enterprise that "reduces staff and increases efficiency", those who are laid off are always mainly those working on the front line. As for office staff? Maybe because of the addition of a "staff reduction office", we need to recruit a few more people. The same is true for the CIA's "reducing staff and increasing efficiency". Those who are given back to society are agents who actually do the work. Of course, the CIA did this out of good intentions. After all, it is much easier for these people to get re-employed than office workers. For example, the most skilled ones among them were basically recruited by the FBI, and the rest often entered various dynamic social groups.

Precisely because many senior CIA agents now work for the FBI, it is much easier for the FBI to spy on the CIA than before. It's just that the FBI has many things to be busy with now, so they probably really don't like this little gadget of the CIA. Of course, if the FBI insists on looking at it, the CIA today probably has nothing to do, so we can only believe that they won't look at it.

Early the next morning, Yuri drove a semi-old F150 pickup truck, crossed the border wall, and headed for Mexico.

Yuri drove forward along the newly built road. Yes, the road is still brand new, because according to normal development, there will be countless heavy-duty trucks on this road, dragging containers into the United States, but now that the road has been repaired, The two-way six-lane standard is also very good in the United States, but there are no big trucks on the road anymore, and even ordinary vehicles are far less numerous than before. On the road that was originally not allowed to pedestrians, there were many people carrying things on their backs and heading towards the U.S. border on foot.

Because there were pedestrians on the road, the speed of the car naturally could not increase. However, this did not make Yuri feel irritated, but made him feel at ease. There are so many pedestrians, which shows that this section of road is not dangerous and there are no unstable restricted areas nearby.

Many roads in the United States are only accessible within a limited time because they are close to certain restricted areas. Moreover, this limited time is not fixed and is often related to the moon phase, tides, etc. As for some sections of road that directly enter a restricted area, they are not passable at all and can only be detoured. Although the U.S. government does not have the ability to deal with all restricted areas near highways, it has at least marked out where there are restricted areas and how wide they are; where they are close to the restricted areas, during which time periods they can only pass, and where they must be detoured. However, in Mexico and other Central and South American countries, there are no such markings at all. The prompts on the GPS are basically based on local people's life tests, and they are not complete. In short, driving outside the United States is much more dangerous.

Yuri continued to drive forward and saw a large number of factory buildings on both sides of the road. These are newly built factories that were originally responsible for exporting industrial products to the United States. However, now, the place is desolate, and not a single chimney is still smoking.

A little further on, we reach the Mexican city of Nuevo Laredo.

After entering the city, Yuri drove to a hotel according to the instructions in the email, parked the car, and went to the front desk.

"Hi, I've booked room 2-33." Yuri said to the front desk.

The receptionist checked the computer, then looked at Yuri's passport, nodded, waved to the side, and a uniformed waiter came over. The front desk said a few words to the waiter in Spanish. Yuri understands Spanish and knows that he is giving his room number or something.

After hearing this, the waiter turned to Yuri and said, "Sir, please come with me."

He looked at Yuri's suitcase again, and then said, "Sir, do you need me to carry it for you?"

"No, no need." Yuri said.

The waiter took Yuri to the elevator and to the room. Along the way, he kept asking about Yuri's purpose of coming to Mexico, whether he was coming to Mexico for a medical trip, and whether he needed services such as a guide. . It took Yuri a lot of effort to get rid of this guy who just wanted to make some extra money.

Not long after entering the room, Yuri received a phone call. A person on the phone told him in a strange English that he was the person in charge of his street here. He already knew that Yuri had arrived and would come to pick him up immediately. .

After hanging up the phone, Yuri took a shower and then took a nap. Anyway, based on his experience, when those Mexicans say they will be there soon, you probably still have a few hours. However, this time the situation was beyond his expectation. He had just finished taking a shower and sat down on the edge of the bed when there was a knock on the door outside.

Yuri held the pistol in his hand, pointed at the door, and asked, "Who is it?"

"Mr. Olof, it's me, I just called you." The voice outside answered, and it was indeed the same person as the voice on the phone.

Uri continued to point his gun at the door while asking, "How much does a bottle of gin cost?"

"Two thousand three hundred and thirty-three pesos," the person outside answered.

Yuri breathed a sigh of relief and put the pistol into his pocket, but he did not let go of his hand on the handle of the gun. Instead, he quietly placed his finger on the trigger and continued to point the muzzle of the gun in his pocket. ahead, and then slowly opened the door.

Outside the door was a large Latino man carrying a suitcase that was exactly the same as the suitcase Yuri brought. He introduced himself to Yuri: "Hello, Mr. Orlov, I am Ferlando Ga. Sia. Can I come in?"

Yuri nodded and took a step back.

The man came in and put the suitcase on the table.

Yuri also placed his suitcase on the table and opened it.

Yuri's suitcase contains an instrument. He quickly assembled the instrument, and then used the thing with a tennis racket-shaped probe to shake on the box that Garcia brought, and the required readings appeared on the instrument.

Yuri breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You guys came so fast."

"Of course, who wants to keep this thing around for a long time? This thing can bring bad luck to people even if it is sealed. You'd better take it back as soon as possible. Anyone who is with this thing The time should not exceed five hours. After handling this thing, it is best not to do anything risky, such as stock trading or gambling, within a week. You should know this. Okay, now you have experienced it It’s shipped, you can send a signal over there.”

Yuri straightened up and dialed a number on his cell phone. The call was answered soon.

"The operation was successful," Yuri said.

"Okay, I understand." Someone on the phone replied.

Yuri disassembled the instruments he brought, put them into the suitcase he brought, and handed them to Garcia, while he took the suitcase brought by Garcia.

"I have to leave immediately." Yuri said, "You know the reason. You can go back down after I go down."

"Okay." Garcia said as he handed a car key to Yuri. "The car is in the underground garage. The gas is full. You can drive this car. Well, the key to the car you drove here is Give me."

Yuri carried the box and left the room. Carrying this thing, he didn't dare to take the elevator and only dared to take the stairs. Fortunately, his room was on the second floor, so it was easy to get down to the underground garage.

He went down the stairs to the underground garage, pressed the car key, and the lights of a semi-old Toyota Corolla flashed twice - this was the car they had prepared for him.

(End of this chapter)