Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 420 Dad, there is something wrong with my teacher!
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A whistle sounded, breaking the tranquility of the port of La Paz in Baja California Norte.

Many fishermen who got up early and worked late found that...

The port is under martial law!
No one is allowed to approach it, and even fishing boats are intercepted in the sea. The more this happens, the more attention it attracts.

Standing on the top of a mountain in the city 400 meters away from the distant port, two people holding binoculars saw three large rolling ships entering the dock led by a small guide boat.

"There are trucks coming into the port, look." A blond man pointed in the distance and said. His companion was a black man, so he turned his head to look over there, and sure enough, he saw more than a dozen large transport trucks coming in like ants moving house, and they were wrapped in cloth. But they were all old spies, so how could they not see what was going on?
"Missile? That's a missile!"

"What model?" the black man asked nervously, his eyes shining. They were freelance spies, the kind who traveled all over the world, specifically going to military locations to take pictures, and then selling them to other people to get commissions.

The blond man adjusted the magnification of the telescope. They were using the M22G, which was commonly used by the US military during the Gulf War and was not cheap.

Wang Wang Wang!
Suddenly, they heard dogs barking from behind. The two were startled and turned around suddenly, only to see three Neapolitan Mastiffs rushing towards them.

"Fake!"

The blond man yelled and stepped back in fear. The dog was so big, it was bigger than an adult man when standing up, and it was as tall as his waist when lying down. It looked simply terrifying. He didn't pay attention to his feet and rolled down the mountain directly!
The black man was not lucky either. Even though he was an athlete, he tried to run, but the Neapolitan Mastiff pounced on him from behind and bit his neck.

All the tissue structures on the neck were bitten out, and there was a tendon hooked on the teeth. The dog looked like a Japanese...

At this time, seven or eight soldiers chased up from behind, and two people in a group grabbed the three Neapolitan Mastiffs tightly. With their appetites alone, they would swallow the people in just a few bites.

"Captain, another person fell down."

"Search! If they're alive, we must find them; if they're dead, we must find their bodies." The team was led by an infantry lieutenant with a white rank and a star on his epaulettes. He looked at the collapsed slope below with a sinister look.

After entering Mexico City, Victor also carried out military reforms. No more pretending. I'll be honest. Everything was done according to the German model.

White represents infantry, pink represents armored soldiers, and there is a star on the vertical shoulder straps. Next to the star badge is a snake wrapped around a wooden stick, indicating that this is a lieutenant military doctor.

"Yes!"

The three soldiers slid down the slope.

If a spy is caught, there will be a reward based on the harm he has done, whether he is a citizen or a government official, with a minimum reward of $2000.

The two men who were acting sneakily were provided by a fisherman.

Mainly because black people are too conspicuous.

You don't know how to act at night, so we won't be able to catch you even if we want to.

What was pulled from the port of La Paz was actually the first batch of 12 R-14 medium-range missiles.

"Prince Shahbut, this is Division Commander Karl Dönitz, who will be responsible for escorting these weapons to the UAE." Mr. President and Military Commerce Minister Kwaukmot said with a smile, pointing to a naval officer of about 180 cm tall next to him.

The other party saluted the Emirati with a straight and handsome posture and bright eyes, which made people feel quite favorable at first sight.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Colonel," Prince Shahbut said gently.

"It's a matter of course!"

Karl Dönitz is the commander of the 1st Marine Cavalry Division, which is also the only established division of the Mexican Navy. It has more than 4000 people. After one year of training, they will carry out ocean-going missions.

Visiting the Middle East under the banner of Mexico.

After chatting with Prince Shahbut for a few words, the other party took a helicopter to the airport first. After all, he was an old man and it was impossible to let him travel by ship. A month or so would be enough for him to be bumpy and leave only his children and nephews behind.

Quauk-Motte waved with a smile on his face and watched the helicopter disappear.

The emotional value and face are fully given.

no way…

A passenger plane from the United Arab Emirates was loaded with 2 million US dollars in cash...

Be patient and caring towards customers.

Quaukmot pulled Karl Dönitz aside and handed him a letter. "This is from the general. He allows you to act at your own convenience under any circumstances." He paused and said with a smile, "Let me tell you, don't be afraid. If anyone causes trouble, just kill him!"

This trip will definitely not be easy. The Middle East is a powder keg. If Mexico suddenly sends its navy there, what will Israel think? What will his American father think?
Besides, some people must be curious about what is in that rolling boat.

It's impossible for Xiao Yi not to find fault...

The Jews are arrogant, barbaric, and unscrupulous in their nature.

Karl Dönitz took the letter, nodded vigorously, and said calmly, "Loyalty!"

Quaukumot patted him on the shoulder, gave a few more instructions, and then left the port.

When the convoy drove out, dozens of pairs of eyes were looking at them grimly from somewhere in the corner.

The Port of La Paz is the largest military port of the Mexican Navy. It currently has 9 docks and two airports. There are B-24 bombers and F14s nearby. It is still under expansion. Victor intends to benchmark the US "Norfolk Naval Base".

Do you think there would be few people watching this kind of military stronghold?
Spies are everywhere!

Sometimes, it is difficult to tell. After all, no one would have a spy written on their head. Maybe the neighbor who has lived downstairs from you for more than ten years is working for a certain organization?
But these people looked at the heavily guarded gate and could only look away angrily. Kwaukmote in the car hammered his knee, frowning. His leg was a little painful, especially since it was going to rain outside, it felt like his marrow was being knocked.

At this moment, the phone next to his seat rang. The secretary picked it up and handed it to him, "Sir, it's my home number."

He rubbed his temple with his left hand and picked up the phone with his right hand and put it to his ear.

"Dad!" The son's voice came from the other side.

Quauk-Motte raised his lips and said in a gentle tone, "What's wrong? McClure, how was your midterm exam?"

“Second in grade!
Hearing this, his face showed a little surprise. When men reach middle age, they only care about their children's grades. Hearing this, he felt somewhat satisfied.

"Dad, let me tell you..." McClure lowered his voice, "I found that there is something wrong with our teacher. He speaks fluent Hebrew."

Kwaukmot thought it was normal and asked confusedly, "What's wrong? What's the problem?"

McClure: "I think there's something wrong with him, Dad, check him out?"

"Aren't you kidding me?!"

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"Your teachers have all been approved and background checked. Could there be any problem?"

A school like his is full of children of high-ranking officials. Even if you have money, you can't get in, and there is no way that there will be any problems.

McClure scratched his head anxiously and begged, "Dad, believe me, there must be a problem. There won't be any problem if we check it out, right?"

When Kwaukmote heard him say this, he hesitated a little, then sighed, "Okay, I'll tell the Intelligence Bureau."

Before the other party could be happy, he sternly scolded, "You are a student! Just study hard and don't think about anything else. I tell you, if you don't do well in the exam, I will beat you to death when I get home."

"Yes! I guarantee to complete the task!" McClure on the other end saluted and said excitedly. After he hung up the phone, four or five classmates gathered around him, all looking at him eagerly.

"Brother, what did your father say?" A child wearing glasses, with a big head and bright eyes that flashed with wisdom, asked nervously.

"I agree. The CIA will be involved. George, I believe you. If I'm wrong, we'll all be in trouble." McClure said to him nervously.

The student opposite is called George Blake. His father is a colonel of the 4th Marine Division. The rank of colonel is considered a high-ranking position in the current government army. He himself has a wish, hoping to become the king of spies!
When he found out there was something wrong with the teacher, he went to find his eldest brother, McClure, hoping he could tell his father.

"Okay then, we'll just keep an eye on her. I believe you. If she has any problems, we'll get rid of her!" McClure said viciously, looking at the classmates surrounding him and nodded firmly.

"I remember that Victor and his gang really liked the music teacher..." a little girl whispered, "What if they stop us?"

"Then beat them!"

McClure raised his hands and waved his hands, "We are the sons of the army, how can we be afraid of these local people? We will kill them with one punch!"

It is obvious that the embryonic form of the struggle between the army and the localities has already emerged here.

"Row."

...

On the back side of the National Palace, there is a heavily guarded villa.

Victor lived here, and he also placed Krista Schroeder here.

He was holding Caesar Napoleon Vieri, who was eight months old, chubby and humming a little tune. At this moment, he looked like a gentle and kind father, not the general who was invincible on the battlefield.

"I heard you had a fever? Take care of yourself and don't get too tired. Someone will take care of the child." Victor said to Krista.

The mistress was wearing a transparent silk gauze, through which her purple bra could be seen.

Standing behind him, she placed her hand on the other's temple and traced her hand along his shoulder, "It's okay. I'm much better now."

The atmosphere is somewhat ambiguous.

dong dong dong~
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and the maid's soft voice, "Sir, there is an emergency downstairs."

Victor shuddered, "Okay, I get it."

He stood up and handed the child to Krista, who looked a little resentful but nodded.

man…

It's really hard to recognize someone when he pulls up his pants.

Victor went downstairs, dressed in his clothes, and saw George Smiley standing downstairs. He hurried over when he saw him.

"General, Hydra intelligence says someone is going to attack 17 cities in Mexico on Independence Day!"

……

(End of this chapter)