Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 341 I am Victor! I never talk to drug dealers, bullets are my attitude!!
"Who are you!" Stanfield Turner said in a low voice.

The other side smiled, "Enthusiastic people."

It’s so hot!

"I have evidence of your son's crimes, including forging signatures of state personnel and using your influence to blackmail companies... Oh, you don't know this? He extorted $16 from a dairy company in the suburbs of Washington, and... raped the boss's daughter."

The CIA director's hands were shaking, his face was grim, but his mouth was still very hard, "You are talking nonsense! You need to know what you are doing, you are threatening a CIA director, I swear, I can find you!"

The other party was not panicked at all, "Then do you want to watch the video?"

"I have never seen such a child. Some people's children are children, but some people's children are devils! Haha, you know what? I want to cut off his genitals, rub aphrodisiac cream on him, and throw him into the sheepfold."

Stanfield Turner's eyes were frighteningly sinister.

"Haha, but don't worry, he has a good father. You play a much more important role than him. He will be fine for now, but in the future... you can't tell!"

"Who the hell are you? What do you want to do?!"

"Does this sound convenient to you? See you at 6pm tonight at the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts. See you there."

The other party hung up the phone right after he finished speaking.

Stanfield Turner was squeezing the microphone so hard that you could hear the crunching sound. His expression was gloomy. He took a deep breath and looked at the time on the wall. It was 4:35. It would take at least an hour to drive to the art center.

He hurriedly got up and walked out the door, but then turned back and changed his clothes before leaving.

He drove his slightly low-key little Volvo to the art center.

All the way he was wondering who it was?

Mexican News Agency?

It is said that this is a very mysterious intelligence agency under Victor, and there is very little information about them, but as the director of the CIA, Stanfield Turner knows some unknown secrets, for example, Bahash Johnson, who shot him, is one of them.

MI6?

Mossad?
Or... the KGB?

He frowned and waited until he arrived at the art center, only to find that there were a lot of people there. It turned out that there was a student art performance today and many people were participating.

As soon as he parked the car, he saw a clown approaching and forcing out an unpleasant smile, "Sir, do you want to watch the show?"

"dont see."

"Are you sure you don't want to watch it? Chief Turner." the Joker suddenly said.

Stanfield Turner looked at him suddenly, and the Joker smiled at him politely, with the corners of his mouth curled up on both sides, looking a little creepy.

After handing him the ticket, the clown walked away with the balloon.

Looking at the performance ticket in his hand, "Dark Hydra"?
Marvel adaptation?

He did not impulsively hold down the clown. He felt that the other party was just a tool and a bigger net was coming towards him.

Stanfield Turner walked into the ticket gate with his ticket and stood in line at the back. When it was his turn, the ticket inspector paused and changed the seat number with a pen in front of him.

"Sorry sir, your position has changed."

"Thank you."

The CIA director's heart sank even more. He took a deep breath and walked in. The performance had already begun. He came to the second floor according to the designated seats. The area around there was quite empty, but there was already a man sitting there.

Wearing a brown suit, he quietly looked at the stage. When he heard the noise, he turned his head and said with a smile, "Director Turner, welcome. Please take a seat."

Stanfield Turner hesitated, but still sat beside him, frowning. "Who are you? What do you want to do? You called me out, you must want to get something from me, but I tell you, it's impossible! I am an American official, I don't accept any threats, you have to understand what I stand for, no matter how deep you hide, you will be dug out and then beaten to death. You have to know that the military capabilities of the United States are beyond your imagination!"

"Are you guilty?"

The CIA director was stuck.

"Psychologically speaking, people who keep talking are actually hiding their inner panic."

"What does it have to do with you if the United States is strong? You just need to understand that if we make the video and criminal evidence public, you will no longer be the director of the CIA, and your son may even go to jail. You will lose a lot more. Do you...want to leave politics completely in this life?"

Stanfield Turner's hands clenched.

"Besides, you only have one son. We have a lot of bullets. You don't want your son to be beaten to death on the street, do you?"

It’s so easy to kill someone in the United States!

Just find a local homeless black man, give him some money, and he will perform a public killing for you.

His son is not an important person.'

Can we send the CIA to monitor it every day?
"Do you really want to kill me? That's okay. It's very simple. Just blow my head off with a gun." The man said with a smile, "Just like you shot your ex-wife to death!"

! ! ! !
Stanfield Turner's pupils suddenly shrank.

His lips were trembling.

How does the other party know!

He was once married to a farmer's daughter, which enabled him to obtain financial support for higher education, but it was at school that he met his current wife.

A senator's daughter.

The other party liked him very much, and he concealed the news of his marriage, but he knew that this matter could not be exposed. If he wanted to climb up, he had to find a backer.

So, on a stormy night, his wife was killed on her way home from get off work.

He did it himself and returned to school that night.

7 shots fired!
He still remembers his wife's surprise when she saw him, and her disbelief when he finally fired the gun.

At that time...

In 1958, without any cameras, it was very difficult to find a murderer.

From then on, he tied himself to the senator's thigh and rose to prominence!
But he is the only one who knows about this, why does the other party know it?
The man turned his head and looked at Stanfield Turner's horrified expression. "If you don't want others to know, then don't do it yourself."

"We know more than you even know, Mr. Chief."

From "you", to "you", to "Mr. Director", the address has become more and more casual.

"Perhaps you are more curious about who I am now. Let me introduce myself. I am Reinhard, a member of...HYDRA!"

"Are you interested in helping us?"

Hydra? Marvel!!!

Stanfield Turner shook his head in his heart. He had never heard of the name of this organization, but what did it mean by this name?
Do you call yourself a villain?!
On the stage below, the performance was over and the actors were expressing their gratitude and bowing towards the audience.

Chief Stanfield Turner had a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Of course, it's all voluntary."

Reinhard Tristan Eugen turned to look at him and smiled.

The glory of democracy is revealed in his eyes!

……

At the Olympic Stadium in Berlin.

A game is being played.

Hertha Berlin vs Bochum in a friendly match.

Because this was the first appearance after the merger of Germany, there were many people coming, more than 20,000 people.

The entire stadium was packed.

And in the back of the neutral fans, two men were watching, looking no different from ordinary fans.

But one of them was Augustin Przewulcir who flew over.

The other person was the representative of some people in the Soviet Union. The two met here, but the head of the German KGB did not come because it was too conspicuous.

"We don't rule out the KGB making extra money, because our country is suffering from sabotage by certain people!" Bogadyrev said in a deep voice.

The man looked to be nearly 40 years old, with deep crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

"We also admire you for saying no to US hegemony. This is a just act."

Augustin Przewczynski almost laughed out loud, but he had a paralyzed expression. Hegemony?

The Cold War was started by you two, but you're saying that the Americans alone can achieve hegemony.

Didn't you fight the war in Afghanistan?
Finally, they ran away in disgrace and crowned Afghanistan as: the tomb of empires.

"We can give you more help."

"What do you want from us?"

Bogadyrev looked at him and was quiet for a moment, "I hope you can help us eradicate our cancer."

Augustin Przewczyr's brows trembled. "We only prohibit drugs and do not participate in other things." "I know your concerns, and we are willing to show some goodwill. The Izhevsk Arsenal has 700 employees, and we can transfer them to you."

The intelligence chief turned his head when he heard this. The other party was really sophisticated.

The Izhevsk Arsenal is known as the "cradle of gun kings". The AK47 is produced here, as well as the Bison submachine gun, SVD sniper rifle, etc.

They all have a strong presence in the history of world firearms, but...

Now it can’t be sustained and has gone bankrupt.

The foreign debt is 80 rubles and I can’t bear it any longer. I can’t pay the salaries, so I might as well just throw it away.

Augustin Przewczyr understood the general's desire for talented people to complete the project, but when he thought about the instructions he had given him when he came, he hesitated for a moment and decided to delay.

"I have to report to Tijuana."

Bogadyrev was obviously not very satisfied with this answer. He continued unwillingly, "As long as you help us, after we have wiped out the cancer, we will be your best and closest partner. We can give you the greatest support."

"We can even send troops to help you fight the United States!"

It's all bullshit!

If you don't have strong abilities and rely on others, you will end up having to speak to others' wishes.

If the soldiers really come, it will be a real challenge to the bottom line of the Americans. This is what happens when you, Cuba, launch a few missiles, let alone Mexico next door?

What a joke.

Everyone in Mexico is aware of the gap between them and the United States. If you Soviets send troops here, the United States will really drop bombs. I can't say for sure, but there's an 85% chance of that.

Victor is crazy, but not stupid.

I still understand what the bottom line is.

"I will convey this to the General."

Seeing that the other party was unmoved, Bogadyrev had no choice but to agree, although he was unhappy.

"Can I ask a question?"

"Please say."

"How do you plan to eradicate this cancer?"

Bogadyrev was stunned and hesitated. He thought the other party was interested, so he lowered his voice and said a name. When Augustin Przeuchel heard it, his eyes lit up.

Yo!
This is an attempt at rebellion!
"I can't tell you the specific plan now, but please believe us, we will definitely succeed."

Augustin Przewczyn nodded perfunctorily.

Roar!
All the fans nearby raised their hands and cheered because the ball went in.

He stood up and applauded, then reached out to Bogadyrev beside him and said, "That's it for this meeting. I'll pass the message back to Tijuana."

“Hopefully soon!”

"Of course!"

After leaving his seat, Augustin Przewczynski walked outside, leaning against a pillar against a man, glanced at him, but quickly looked away.

But the long-term work made him alert!

As I walked down the steps of the stadium, I saw two men in black approaching me from the opposite side of the road with unfriendly looks on their faces.

Fuck!
Augustin Przewczynski started running. He had long legs and could run fast!

The two men in black rushed over.

Three people were running wildly on the street, and the passers-by on the road wondered what was going on and looked at them in surprise.

The Mexican intelligence chief ran towards the road, and the red light just turned green. Vehicles poured in, and he kept squeezing in the traffic. He was almost hit. The driver rolled down the window and cursed loudly.

Augustin Przewczynski just gave him the middle finger.

The two men in black chased after them, but just when they reached the middle of the road, they saw a taxi coming straight at them, without even braking, knocking the two men away, then running over them and running away.

The brain matter was squeezed out.

Just then, a motorcycle stopped next to Augustin Przewczyr, "Chief, get in the car!"

He took a step with his long legs, and with a whoosh, the motorcycle rushed out.

Of course, it is impossible for him to come alone. He is followed by many younger brothers, disguised as all kinds of people.

And the intelligence agencies also have branches in Germany.

The motorcycle weaved through the traffic, and when it reached an underground parking lot, it switched to a Mercedes, which took him to a farm in Berlin.

As soon as he got off the car, Augustin Przewczyr frowned and ran into the house in a hurry, "Check who those people were just now. We are being targeted."

He is very careful in everything, who would keep an eye on him?

Did the KGB betray me?
Not too possible!

The Soviet Union is now disliked by the whole world.

It seems that we cannot underestimate the intelligence agencies of other countries in the world.

Soon the news came back.

"Mossad???"

What are those people doing?
I didn’t do anything!
Are we going to help the United States?
"Where are those people from the Soviet Union?" he asked with a frown.

"There was no conflict and we didn't go looking for them. I think they were just coming for us," said the subordinate.

"We must find out why. I don't believe they would just sit there doing nothing."

Augustin Przewczynski was smoking a cigarette, which made him even more upset.

Fuck!
There are more and more troubles.

"Director, should we call for help?" the subordinate said in a low voice, "I think the German intelligence department must have joined in, otherwise, Mossad would not be able to find us. Since they want to do it, let's do it big."

The subordinates were also ruthless, "Just kill the Mossad people!"

Augustin Przewczyr's eyes flashed, and he looked at him and nodded, "You arrange it."

"Don't worry! Chief, I'll turn those bastards into dead soaps!"

After he was released, he called other Mexican branches in Europe and asked them to send elite troops to Berlin, Germany.

An arrow pierces the clouds, and thousands of troops come to meet you!

……

Tijuana. Governor's Palace.

In the private office at this time.

Victor is receiving a "special envoy" from the United States.

Donald Rumsfeld's son and Belsaria's father - Nick Rumsfeld!

Current White House assistant.

"You mean, you want to sign peace terms?" Victor looked at the other party with a smile.

"So do you support our anti-drug campaign?"

Necker said diplomatically, “We are not against Mexico’s war on drugs.”

"Mr. Governor."

"Just call me Victor. I'm dating your daughter, sir."

Nick's face froze, and he almost broke down. He took a deep breath and said, "That's better, Victor. As a person who has been through this, and as an elder, I want to tell you that many things in this world are not as people wish. Sometimes, if you turn a blind eye, you will get more. Compromise is also a science."

"Don't chase them so closely, relax a little, drugs are also the cornerstone of politics."

Victor still had a smile on his face, "You know what, Mr. Necker."

"what?"

"You are the only person who made me compromise on drug prohibition and still get away with it. The last person, I cut him into small pieces."

Nick's face froze.

"Those drug dealers and drug addicts, wish you the best. I, Victor, won't let them sell drugs. Even cockroaches have to learn to eat shit like dung beetles!"

"This is the first time and the last time. If you tell me again next time, I will fuck you, Mr. Necker!"

……

(End of this chapter)