Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 358 Ethan Hunt: Exposed!

You can't find ten black dogs by looking for them, but you can certainly not find ten black people.

Wouldn't that make her happy?

This is a criminal law of the "Internal Affairs Bureau", which involves applying a little "liquid" that can be bitten by dogs on several important parts of the body.

What do you think it is?
Are we looking for someone to expand?

How can it be!

Victor sat outside with a gloomy face, as if the howling in the house had nothing to do with him.

Spear of God!

Many people who read European history have seen this thing in some "unofficial history". Some people say it is the prototype of "The Silence of the Lambs". They are also the modeling characters of "Assassin's Biographies".

According to rumors, it mostly recruits young children and orphans, and trains them from a young age. Moreover, this organization has its own killer school.

In addition, the Spear of God also possesses an extremely accurate and extensive intelligence network. The German and British police have dispatched large numbers of police forces to search Europe for its whereabouts many times, but in the end they only found a few manors and venues used by them.

For example, the Spear of God was behind the murder of Senator Green in London, England in 1966, the murder of Collins, secretary of German Chancellor Kohl in 1984, and the threatening letter to the Italian Prime Minister's residence.

The earth is so big that it can accommodate too much filth.

The earth is so small that it can accommodate all the filth!
All kinds of monsters and demons came out.

When the screams in the room gradually subsided, the "security guard" nearby rushed in and saw a horrific scene inside!

The female nurse was hung on the roof with one leg hanging down, but at this time the leg was full of bones!
The dog below had red eyes after biting someone. When it heard the door opening, it turned its head sharply, baring its teeth, with flesh scraps visible on its teeth.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Shouting very loudly.

Like the Yankees.

He barked non-stop and rushed towards the door.

The two bodyguards fired at the dead dog with their submachine guns.

Even a black dog can’t handle it, let alone a real dog like you?
He was lying on the ground and still howling.

Victor threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground, thought for a moment, picked it up, held it in his hand, walked into the room, and saw the female nurse being put down, having passed out from the pain.

'Three adrenal pushes,' said George Smiley.

die?
Make your life worse than death!

After the push was completed, a basin of water was poured over it.

The female nurse opened her eyes trembling all over. It was the pain and her own adrenaline that were fighting to see who would win.

Victor walked over and put the cigarette butt in his hand into the other person's mouth.

No littering in the hospital.

He pinched the nurse's face, looked down at him, and said in a gentle tone, "It seems that Mossad gave you a lot of money."

The woman's eyelids twitched.

Victor saw her underwear.

Mossad arranged her!
It seems that the Spear of God also has Judas capital behind it. Tsk tsk tsk, there are indeed troublemakers everywhere.

"Don't you like talking?"

"Cut out her tongue. Also, dig out her eyes and clean them. I want to keep them. I like collecting beautiful things the most."

The nurse's eyes flashed with fear as she watched George Smiley approaching with a grin, and fear immediately took over her heart.

She could face death.

But who can face torture calmly?
"Kill me! Kill me!!! You devil, devil!"

The female nurse screamed as if she was struggling before death.

Victor slapped her in the face, grabbed her hair and pulled her up, "You bitch! You want to die? You offended me, and I'll let you die? I'll give you an adrenaline shot and let you watch your own body being cut into pieces. I want to see how hard you can keep your mouth shut."

Do you really think Victor is doing charity?
"I'll count to three. Tell me everything you know. There's no secret hidden behind my eyes. Don't lie to me."

"one!"

Victor looked at her, who was trembling all over.

"two!"

This sound is like it is bewitching.

"three……"

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you!!" The female nurse finally couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.

It really hurts!
Pain can make people lose their minds.

"Be good, have a candy." Victor patted her face with a smile, took out a candy from his pocket and put it into his mouth.

It has his portrait on it and is made by the Tijuana Candy Factory.

Really, I cried my heart out, Victor is so gentle.

'Ask nicely,' he said to George Smiley, who nodded hastily.

After Victor walked out, he stood by the window and looked into the distance, "Bring the phone, I want to call Casare."

The captain of the guard, Joseph Joffre, dialed the number and handed it to him.

beep~
The sound was short, but also very long, and Victor didn't even know how to tell it to the other party.

"Hello~"

"Casare."

"Boss!" Fatty Ka on the other end immediately became happy when he heard his voice and shouted with a smile.

Victor listened to the tone of this close comrade and remained silent.

Casare was indeed the worm in his stomach. He felt that the boss was in a bad mood and raised his eyebrows. "What's wrong, boss?"

"Come back as soon as possible, I'll have someone pick you up at the airport."

"Okay!" Casare also felt Victor's seriousness and nodded. After hanging up the phone, he found Erich Manstein and asked him to take full responsibility. He took Jason Bourne and hurried back on a transport plane.

It is more than 2300 kilometers from Morelia to Tijuana, and helicopters cannot reach there.

On the plane, Casare couldn't help but wonder what had happened that required him to go back alone?

Is it about work?

or…

Things in life?

He frowned and when he arrived in Tijuana, it was already past seven in the evening. People from the Governor's Palace were already waiting for him and picked him up directly.

"Christie, what's going on?" After getting in the car, he hurriedly asked the secretary in front of him.

The latter looked hesitant, but still told him the story.

Casare was like hearing a bolt from the blue!
His eyes were dull, and he couldn't even shed a tear. But his hands were shaking.

After arriving at the mental hospital, his legs felt weak when he got out of the car and he almost fell to the ground. Jason Bourne and his secretary beside him supported him.

Take him inside.

In the doorway, Victor stood.

"Boss!" Casare said in a trembling voice.

"go in."

Victor sighed and patted his shoulder, helping him into the ward, where his sister was slumped in a chair. He saw Camilla Sodi lying on the bed, her face pale, and he immediately lost control and knelt on the ground, "Mom!"

Finally I couldn't hold back my tears.

His father died early when he was young, and he was raised by his mother. He knew the hardships. He worried about two meals a day. Three meals? Who in a poor family could afford three meals a day?

I find ways to supplement my nutrition every week. I am nearly 1.7 meters tall, but weigh less than 90 kilograms!

A grown man crying like this.

Everyone standing outside felt depressed.

Victor was also feeling bad, so he walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter."

"Set up a funeral committee and I will be the person in charge. Your mother is also my mother, and I will definitely get this done."

There were constant cries and shouts in the ward.

...

on the next day.

The announcement was made on Tijuana Radio.

And it portrays Camila Sodi as a great woman who fought for the liberation of Mexico and fought against drug abuse all her life.

It was basically the final word, regardless of whether she was directly at fault for hooking up with someone, Victor had given her some respect.

And it’s also very grand.

More than 20,000 people came to see her off. At the Mexican funeral, some people even danced to express their remembrance and respect for Camila Sodi.

Victor also gave a speech at the funeral.

"Ms. Camilla Sodhi sacrificed her life for the cause of drug control. Her achievements will live forever!"

"We also express our sigh and indignation over her death. Those headed by Mossad are against drug control. They are destroying our hard-earned peace. We will retaliate against those involved indefinitely!"

"Anyone who dares to hinder our great cause is a paper tiger!"

Victor still had a silk scarf on his arm that was only tied by family members. His eyes were red and he raised his hands and shouted loudly.

The people below also raised their hands.

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"

Nicolas Maro Moro, the Venezuelan representative who came to attend the funeral, was also cheering below.

He was the only one from the entire delegation who came.

Victor didn't force it.

Others don't want to be associated with Mossad. Although they are UN officials, they still represent their own countries to a certain extent.

Nicolas Maro Moreau doesn't care.

He is my idol!

Looking at Victor shouting for revenge above.

A sense of ambition suddenly arose in his heart.

This is what a man should do!

I will also kill the drug dealers, the capitalist lackeys, and the Americans in Venezuela!

Victory always belongs to the light.

He cheered even louder from below.

In this atmosphere, Victor, Casare, Jason Bourne and Colonel Zolph Sherman, head of the air police force, will carry the coffin into the car and circle Tijuana.

This is simply a state funeral.

In addition to giving face to Casare, Victor also had another reason: he could use this funeral to stir up domestic dissatisfaction with Mossad!

And this grand funeral is certainly not without some peeping mice, who stand in the distance and watch from a high vantage point.

On a tower far away in the square, a gunman was holding a sniper rifle and aiming at that.

The straight-line distance is more than 1 kilometer!

You can see a crowd of people through the scope.

boom!
The iron gate behind me was pushed open, and I saw seven or eight policemen rushing up.

"It's him, it's him. I saw him coming up from my restaurant after lunch at noon and he never went downstairs again. There must be something wrong!" A short dwarf stood behind and shouted with a spatula in his hand.

The sniper was shocked. Bang, bang, he was shot twice and fell in a pool of blood. He was pinned to the ground by the police.

The dwarf went up and hit him in the face with a shovel.

"You damned bitch, you're planning to assassinate His Majesty Victor? I'll beat you to death! I'll beat you to death!" He cursed while gritting his teeth.

The Mexican government originally provided subsidies to dwarfs like him, but where did the money go? It must have gone into Commissioner Smith's pocket.

After Victor came to power, he did not ignore this type of disability. The monthly subsidy of 2000 pesos is equivalent to 105 US dollars. This money may not seem like much, but for many disabled families, it is a lifeline.

Therefore, Victor’s roots in the north cannot be severed.

Let them get caught up in the people's vast war.

Not all Mexicans are criminals. Many of them are very satisfied with their current lives.

So much so that now some cities in the south call Tijuana: Victor’s running dog!

The Governor's Office also deliberately provides guidance, and those who report espionage activities can receive at least 20 pesos. This has also spawned an industry in the streets and alleys.

Spy Hunter.

Camila Sodi's ashes are buried in the National Cemetery outside Tijuana, facing the river and looking towards the United States.

And after the funeral.

Victor issued the order for revenge!
"Send Mossad back!"

A large-scale assassination campaign began.

5 month 3 day.

A special plane was flying over Afghan airspace on its way to the United States.

An S200 air defense missile whizzed towards us from the ground!

Amid the captain's terrified screams, it hit the target directly!
It turned into a fireball in mid-air and fell straight into the Panjshir Valley in Afghanistan, which was where guerrillas often appeared, scaring many people below.

At this time in the valley, Ahmed Shah Masood, who was having a meal, was shocked when he heard the news. He rushed over with his hands, and found that everything was burnt through.

Someone nearby was waving his hands excitedly and chattering, meaning that I saw him being shot down by a missile!

"Who fired it?" Masood frowned. "It must be those lunatics!"

“Tell the Americans the news.”

Looking at the burning fireball below, Masood felt a little uneasy for some reason. His right eyebrow twitched violently, and he subconsciously pressed it to stop moving.

That afternoon, Afghan radio reported a plane crash.

It also made quite a few front-page headlines. After all, air crashes themselves attract attention.

But on the next day, that is, on the 4th, the Mexico Times suddenly reported that the person sitting on the plane that crashed in Afghanistan was an extraordinary person.

The director of the Shin Bet intelligence department, the director of Mossad and a dozen officials will travel to the United States for an important secret meeting.

This missile directly killed the heads of two of the three major intelligence giants!

The news immediately caused an uproar.

Mossad is called one of the four major intelligence agencies by gossipers, but many people may not know about Shin Bet. Let’s put it this way, many of Mossad’s deeds are actually the latter.

They also conducted the famous "Operation Green Prince".

And not long after this media broke the news.

More than 10 terrorist organizations including those from the Middle East, Africa and Asia claimed responsibility.

NMD, it crashed in Afghanistan and a lot of brainless people in Africa came to join in the fun.

Is this thing so easy to put together?

Don’t you see that all the people of Judah are crazy!

But some people also thought of Victor, because at the funeral he announced revenge.

Not long after, the agents' plane was attacked.

You said it was a coincidence, who the hell believed that?

Mossad's revenge is imminent.

Victor is actually a kind person.

The Mexican intelligence department and the Ministry of the Interior's Intelligence Bureau jointly acted. They originally planned to expand the revenge action, such as... blowing up the Wailing Wall so that they would have no place to cry!
But even someone as bold as Victor found this kind of behavior a little shocking.

The main thing is that I'm afraid they will fight to the death. A nation that has wandered for thousands of years finally got the relics in its hands, but within a few decades, oh no, you blew it up. What will happen then?

All I can say is that Victor still has some kindness in him.

The plan was shelved.

However, let them make preparations first.

At this time, a spy who had infiltrated Mossad brought news that the director and others were going to the United States on a special plane, so they just did it.

Afghanistan is in chaos anyway.

Who hit him?
Who are you looking for?

Anyway, it wasn't me who hit you.

I don't masturbate.

At this moment, a piece of news from the Southern Alliance made the intelligence agencies in northern Mexico instantly nervous.

It was a string of numbers sent by Ethan Hunt.

According to the digital decoding, three words appeared.

"Exposed!"

Victor soon got the news.

He frowned.

"We must bring him back at any cost."

(End of this chapter)