Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 326: Hiring the KGB as an outsourcing agency!
Although the Spanish cabinet has decided to provide support, it will take more than ten days to complete this series of tasks.

Although their Prince of Asturias is nominally an "aircraft carrier", it is actually more like a transport ship. It has some helicopters on it and claims to be an aircraft carrier, but in fact it is more like a transport ship.

It's similar to Japan's light aircraft carriers during World War II.

It's like your son got 30 points on the test. The teacher can't say your son is stupid, right? What should he say? There's a bright future ahead!

Don’t bully the poor young, don’t bully the poor middle-aged, don’t bully the poor old, the dead are the greatest…

Given Spain's current situation, can it still afford an aircraft carrier?

I think it’s hard for them to even get up from the kang.

The remaining drug dealers and Spanish soldiers on Socorro Island had a hard time. The warship was bombed, and even though they managed to rescue some medicines and food at sea, it was not enough for so many people.

Someone suggested abandoning the prisoners!
Adjutant Lieutenant Colonel Emilio Mora was silent. “What do you think?”

The other officers glanced at each other.

"God bless them, Amen." A major said this hypocritically, his face showing hunger. He lacked water and dry food, and was as thin as the Japanese in Siberia.

But even though the Japanese were prisoners of war, they were able to maintain a high standard of eating both meat and vegetables. No one would have thought that the Soviets were so kind to the Japanese.

One dish was potatoes the size of a Soviet man’s fist;

After these two meat dishes, I felt full in no time.

"General, what do you think?" Emilio Mora looked at Rudy Fernandez next to him. Although he was nominally the person in charge, his performance on the battlefield was simply terrible.

The kind that poor students would ask why you don’t study when they see it.

The other officers looked at him with displeasure, but Emilio Mora still showed some respect to the other party.

Brigadier General Rudy Fernandez nodded vigorously, his voice a little hoarse, "It's up to you to decide. By the way, is there any food?"

"General! You've already eaten three compressed biscuits!"

Upon hearing his "request", an officer shouted in dissatisfaction and raised his voice. Brigadier General Rudy Fernandez immediately shrank his head and looked pitiful.

Emilio Mora couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he took out a biscuit from his pocket, walked over and handed it to him, and whispered, "General, we don't have much food left, please...please be patient."

The other party swallowed and couldn't wait to take it and put it in his mouth.

When people are extremely hungry, they will eat anything.

"Why haven't the logistics supplies arrived yet?"

"The country is urgently contacting the U.S. or Central American air forces, but they all have to fly through Canada, so they are all very hesitant and are still negotiating."

"By the time he finishes the talk, we'll all be starving to death!" Emilio Mora slammed his fist on the table and took a deep breath.

You can't drink urine every day.

Urine without water smells very bad.

At this moment, a Spanish soldier ran in from the door, "Sir, there's an airdrop outside!"

"It must be our supplies." A major said excitedly, and then couldn't help running out. Emilio Mora also had an idea and waved his hand, "Let's go and take a look."

A group of people rushed outside, and sure enough, they saw a group of extremely hungry soldiers surrounding a big box on the beach in the distance.

"Where's the food? Where's the food? Where's the drink? Damn it, what is this? Is this edible?"

"We want water! We want water! We want water!"

The soldiers were shouting in dissatisfaction and were almost unable to bear it any longer.

"Fuck, it's just a book, and it was thrown by the Mexicans. It's not food at all." The major who ran out first cursed and handed it over, "They are just here to disgust us!"

Emilio Mora took it and looked at it...

"Proof that the Spaniards are a people who eat grass."

Damn it!
Wow, it’s Mutaguchi Renya?
The officers around were cursing and asking questions about Victor's ancestors.

Emilio Mora licked his lips and looked at the soldiers and drug dealers lying on the ground. The light in their eyes had gone, and they were like zombies. Almost everyone knew... their lives were going to be lost.

"I want to go home!"

Suddenly at this moment, a Spanish private stood up and cried out.

He collapsed!

He ran towards the ocean and shouted, "I want to go home. I don't want to die. My parents are waiting for me at home. I don't want to die. I want to go home."

In full view of everyone, he actually walked directly into the sea, and was swallowed up by a wave.

This…

"Surrender! Surrender! We surrender, we don't want to fight anymore, we want to go home..."

"I don't want to fight anymore. I surrender. I'm done with it! I'm done with it!"

Something was wrong with the soldiers...

They slowly turned their gazes and looked at the officers with bloodshot eyes.

Emilio Mora's body stiffened.

Fuck!
...

"Hurry up, hurry up, hit me faster."

In Quintana Roo, eastern Mexico, at a slightly hidden dock, Ethan Hunt stood by smoking a cigarette, while his henchmen shouted at the migrant workers and drug dealers carrying bags.

There was a boat docked at the pier...

Type 613 submarine!!!
That’s right, it’s that old guy from the Soviet Union.

The Spanish side hopes that the Anti-Victor Alliance can provide some food assistance to the Spanish soldiers on the island. They are willing to give money and vaguely indicate that Spain's drug business can be handed over to North American drug organizations.

This made Pablo Escobar, who had always intended to get involved in the European market, particularly happy. He tried his best to have some supplies sent over, but when planes went over, they were shot down by missiles, and when ships went over, they often had to be careful of patrol planes circling in the sky. If there was no response, they would be sunk on the spot.

Then you can only use other tools.

The Type 613 submarine was borrowed from the Medellin Cartel and was under the full responsibility of Ethan Hunt.

This thing is not expensive. You just need to pay for it. Some arms dealers will ship it over from the Soviet Union.

Ethan Hunt was holding a cigarette, staring at the sea in the distance in a daze. In fact, he was more worried that the Colombian drug dealers were willing to spend too much money. The Medellin and Cali Cartels even prepared a force of 70,000 people!
All training was done by retired Soviet and European military officers.

All Soviet equipment, a lot of weapons and equipment are transported to the dock every month, and the public security is getting worse and worse. The crime rates in Central and South American countries have soared.

Especially in countries like Honduras, Guatemala and Haiti, the regimes seem to be about to be overthrown by drug dealers!
The Latin stage is here for you to risk your life.

The environment used to be pretty good. As long as you didn’t get involved with gangsters and drug dealers, they wouldn’t bother you. But now…

The granddaughter of the head of the Honduran National Bureau was kidnapped two days ago and a ransom of 2000 million US dollars was demanded. After the kidnappers received the money, the next day his granddaughter's body was dumped in a pigsty in the rural area of ​​the capital.

It’s a mess, it’s such a mess!
Boss Victor, please develop and push forward as soon as possible. The people have been missing Master Wang for a long time. The most important thing is, if you don’t call me back, I will "marry" someone else!
After his ex-mistress Blanco, nicknamed "Black Widow", died, he had to rely on Pablo's sister for work needs. Oh, his sister... has a husband.

But she didn't mind and instead welcomed Ethan Hunt to "marry" her.

What is this?
"Boss, the madam is calling." Just as he was lost in thought, the bodyguard came over with the phone.

This bodyguard was sent by the other party, simply because they were afraid that he would mess around outside.

Ethan Hunt forced a smile, "Hi, honey~"

"Dear~ Kiss~ Trojan~" A deliberately sandwiched voice came from the other end. Just imagine a woman weighing about 170 pounds using this tone to act coquettishly to you. It must be that Ethan is a professional, otherwise, he would vomit.

"Trojan, what's wrong? Did you miss me?" "Of course, I miss your bravery."

Ethan Hunt also cooperated very well and chatted a few dirty words.

"Okay, Brina, let me talk to Victor." Pablo's strong voice came from the other end of the line. The other party snorted twice, but still handed the phone over.

"Victor..."

"Boss!" Ethan Hunt shouted.

"Call me brother. You are Brina's man. You are qualified."

"elder brother."

Pablo responded with his nose piercing, “You are my brother-in-law, I will not treat you unfairly. Here is a task for you. If you can do it well, when you come back, you will be a senior executive in Medellin!”

Ethan Hunt clenched his hands, his eyes lit up when he heard this. Even though he was now the special envoy of the Colombian drug traffickers in the anti-Victor alliance, he had no power at all. He could not deploy troops or command business. He was just a puppet.

Get useful information as soon as possible, get promoted as soon as possible, he is a spy! He is a super man! Not a fucking electric motor.

"You say!" he said, suppressing his excitement.

"I want you to go undercover in the Northern Army. What do you think?"

"Brother!" Brina on the other end shouted dissatisfiedly, but Pablo looked back at her, and Brina had to shut up angrily.

? ? ? ?
Double agent?!
Wang Defa?
Can you still play like this?
His mind raced, "No problem, Brother Pablo, leave this to me. I will do it for you even if it costs me my life. However, I am a little worried. I am an amateur and I don't understand the intelligence industry at all. If I make a mistake and cause the group to suffer serious losses, I will really feel bad. I ask you to send a professional to teach me. I believe I can learn it quickly."

Look, this is the correct "rejection" template.

You come up and say, "Boss, I can't do it, please find someone else." What will the boss think? He thinks you are just shirking responsibility and will be unhappy. If he is unhappy, how can you get promoted? How can you get a raise? How can you marry a beautiful, rich woman?
You tell him that you really want to go, but you are not a professional and are afraid of ruining his plans, and he thinks differently.

Pablo was silent for a while, and his tone softened a lot.

"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to be a frontline spy. There will be special people to do it. I want you to be responsible for collecting and conveying their intelligence. You are their only superior!"

Garbage transfer station?
Thump thump thump…

Ethan Hunt's heart started beating uncontrollably. Doesn't this mean that he could know a lot of private information? !

"The Northern Army...is not easy to infiltrate."

Pablo said impatiently, "You don't need to worry about this. Victor will recruit 8 new soldiers at once. We are still capable of stuffing some people in, and..."

People’s hearts are unpredictable!

No matter how charismatic Victor is, he is not as attractive as the ugly guy on the US dollar. What he can guarantee is that most people are loyal to himself.

So this is what Pablo was thinking...

"No problem! I'll do it!" Ethan Hunt took on the task decisively, "I won't let you down."

"Well, I'll have someone send you a list. Do your best." Pablo said a few polite words of comfort and then hung up the phone.

Ethan Hunt looked at the sea and smiled happily.

Pablo, right? I'll let you know what it means to hit a dog with a meat bun and never get it back.

Ok?
It seems the analogy is wrong.

"Boss, the supplies are ready." At this time, the younger brother in charge of loading came running over and said, "Are we going to set off?"

"Don't worry, we'll open it tomorrow."

"Ah? Those...the Spaniards on this island have run out of food." The younger brother said in confusion.

"Is he your father or your mother? What time is it now? Brothers, eat and drink well first. We will deliver it tomorrow. Can they starve to death?" Ethan Hunt waved his hand unhappily and said, "Tell the brothers, we are in the red light district today, I will pay for it!"

The younger brother wanted to speak, but when he was glared at by him, he could only shrink his neck.

"Let's go, let's go and call it a day. Boss Victor is treating us today!" A younger brother with a keen eye ran to the dock and waved to everyone. All the drug dealers and workers who were originally complaining suddenly cheered when they heard it.

We left the dock laughing and joking, and began to look forward to the wonderful life in the night.

When Ethan Hunt walked past a trash can at the door, he threw the empty cigarette box into it and left with his hands in his pockets.

The only people left at the dock were security guards patrolling everywhere.

A garbage truck drove in, and two workers dumped the garbage into the back pocket, pulled the truck away from the dock, and greeted the familiar patrolling drug dealers.

The garbage truck arrived at the processing station and as soon as it stopped, more than a dozen people wearing masks rushed out and rummaged around inside. After a while, Ethan Hunt's cigarette box was found.

Sent to the stationmaster's office.

The stationmaster saw a string of numbers on it and deciphered the information by comparing it with the contents of a code book. An hour later, the information reached Augustin Przewczynski of the Directorate General of Foreign Intelligence. After calibrating it several times, he placed it on the governor's desk.

This is the efficiency of the current intelligence department!

Victor cares a lot about intelligence. Give money, give money, and give damn money!

"A submarine transporting supplies to Socorro Island?" Victor raised his eyebrows, not panicking at all. "Let them transport it as they please. When the Spaniards are eating on the island, we will send planes to bomb them. Ask them if they want the bombs. There's no need to be nervous about this matter."

Alas, we are still short of navy!
Wait until our navy comes out and kill you bastards!
Augustin Przewczyr nodded and said, "General, there is one more thing I want to report to you."

"explain."

"The Foreign Intelligence Service... is short of money." Augustin Przewczynski said this with a bit of embarrassment.

Victor paused and looked at the other party, "This is the fifth month, and your bureau has burned through 9 million US dollars..."

"General, we have also achieved some results. We currently have 678 employees, 223 field agents, and more than 4500 cooperative employees. This is a very fast burning of money, but we are still far behind the CIA and FBI, which have more than people around the world." Augustin Przewczyr explained, "If we want to stay competitive in future intelligence wars, we can't save money. This is an important matter that will determine the future for a long time."

Victor extended his hand and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous. I know you have worked hard and made great contributions. I am also willing to invest money in the intelligence department. However, I think we should have other methods. For example, we can contact the KGB offices in Europe and North America, hire them as outsourced personnel, and try to swallow them up after the collapse of the Soviet Union!"

Augustin Przewczyr frowned, "This...will they agree?"

"How are the relations between the Soviets and the Americans?"

"Very bad!"

“What about our relationship with the United States?”

“Very bad, too.”

Victor spread his hands, "That's it. We're not asking them to sell out the country. We're just looking for a job to support their families. The KGB are almost starving to death."

starve?

Is that so exaggerated?
Augustin Przewczyr seemed to remember that there were big problems within the Soviet Union, such as the huge gap between the rich and the poor. The Baltic Fleet had not received salaries for a long time, so much so that some officers stole radars from warships and sold them.

It was also sold to a small country in South Africa.

"The focus of the Foreign Intelligence Service will be on the Soviet Union. We want their intelligence personnel, scientific and technical personnel, and scholars. We want anything that can be used. We should not be afraid to spend money."

Victor stood up, walked over, and patted Augustin Przewczyr on the shoulder. "You work hard. Jason has a lot to do. You can also be the director of the Mexican International News Department in the future. You also want to add a few stars on your shoulders."

Isn't this equivalent to saying to the second son, the prince is ill, please work harder?

Even if Augustin Przewczyr had no ambition, he was aroused by these words. His face turned red, his eyes widened, and he stood up straight. "Hey! Loyalty!!"

"Wan Sheng!!"

The general nodded with satisfaction.

……

(End of this chapter)