Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 432: Great, I can be reincarnated now!
In the Izucar border prison in Morelos State.

It's actually a large cold storage warehouse.

It is now used to detain captured militia members and drug dealers.

Hundreds of people were crowded inside, shivering in the cold wind. Many of them were injured and cried out, looking pitiful. They hugged each other for warmth, but it could also be seen that many of them were frozen to death, with their eyes wide open.

I really couldn't help laughing.

"Get up! Get up!"

At this moment, a team of armored soldiers rushed in, knocked heavily on the iron gate with their hands, pointed at them and shouted, and when they saw that someone was slow to get up, they went up and hit him with the butt of a rifle, directly cracking his head, and blood spurted out instantly like blood?
"Everyone go out and form a row, with the people at the back putting their hands on the shoulders of the people in front."

Hundreds of people walked forward with their heads down, like "zombies".

There were dozens of soldiers outside, watching them eagerly. As long as anyone showed any sign of dissatisfaction, they would attack with a series of punches.

There are only two words to describe how to treat the captive Victor: Try your best!

The government soldiers have no psychological or moral obstacles to this. They have to go to either the military court or the martyrs' cemetery, right?
Take these prisoners to the border of Isukar.

The company commander pointed to the other side and said, "You are free, go now."

"???"

The bound drug dealer captive looked up in disbelief when he heard this.

Just let them go now?
Someone hurriedly ran forward two steps, but immediately stopped and looked back tremblingly. When he saw that the armored soldiers ignored him, he ran away!
That foot can be lifted very high.

Just when he was about to enter the opposite state, there was a cracking sound under his feet, as if he stepped on something, boom!
The whole person was torn into pieces in an instant.

The body parts and broken arms were rolled aside...

The air was suddenly quiet.

"The next batch, twenty people, go over hand in hand." The armored corps company commander said expressionlessly.

"No, no, no!! These guys want us to lie in the mines, they want us to die, no, no, I won't go, I won't go!" A thin young man with glasses suddenly shouted excitedly and wanted to run away.

boom.

With a gunshot, the man was shot in the back of the head. His body fell forward by inertia and lay face down. Young people just love to sleep.

"Is there anyone who disagrees? Tell me and I will send him to death." The company commander narrowed his eyes and glanced at everyone. Everyone he stared at trembled with fear.

Let’s see…

When faced with death, they will also be scared.

Under the threat of gunpoint, groups of twenty people, holding hands and trembling, began to manually step on the mines.

I kept shouting Hallelujah in my heart and calling out Mamma Mia with my mouth.

boom!
Someone stepped on it again, and the entire team "flew" up.

A few were lucky enough not to be killed on the spot, but their legs were broken and their abdomens were perforated. They lay on the ground, struggling to move backwards and reaching out their hands, "Help...Help..."

But the government soldiers just watched indifferently, and some even laughed.

"Victor, fuck you!!!" Someone shouted unwillingly and died with his eyes wide open.

"Hmph, cursing the leader. Go get two drug dealers and bring him over here. Whoever brings him here will be the one alive today." The company commander said with a gloomy face.

The drug dealer captives looked at each other and then rushed over.

"Get out of the way, this is mine, give it to me!"

"Abbate, I saved your life, please give me this chance."

"Collins, you fucked my wife, you have to make it up to me this time."

Some drug dealers actually fought in public over the corpse, using their hands, legs, and even teeth.

Behind them came a strong man with two broken teeth and bruises all over his body, dragging a corpse.

"Well, you two are alive today, go to the back." The company commander said with satisfaction. The two prisoners bent over and thanked him vigorously with surprise in their eyes.

"Let them two step on the mines first tomorrow."

The deputy company commander next to him was startled, then he smiled and nodded, "Okay."

Pointing to the body on the ground that had just cursed Victor, "What about this one?"

"Chop it into pieces and feed it to the dogs."

"it is good!"

...

Tiburon Island, Sonora.

This largest island in the Gulf of California and Mexico has an area of ​​1220 square kilometers. It is famous all over the world for its proximity to the sea, convenient transportation, and the presence of the so-called "cannibals" here.

Many explorers like to come here...

Then he mysteriously disappeared again.

There will be more skulls in the middle of the island.

Some drug dealers would also recruit fighters here, because these people are really desperate. Similarly, in the old Mexican era, this was also the largest drug trading ground in Sonora. How arrogant was it?
Local drug dealers invite drug lords from the United States, Canada, and Europe to hold a conference to select the best model. They can also do business here. They only want a small commission and will not face crackdowns from the Mexican government.

For a time, something as shameful as drugs was sold openly.

Of course, this bad habit is gone now...

The cannibals above are gone too.

"After Victor conquered Sonora State, he marched his army directly in, killing everyone, regardless of gender or age... There were 378 people in the Valadel tribe, all of whom were killed."

On the beach, a woman wearing sunglasses and a white lace dress, looking very elegant, bent down and scooped a cup of soil with her hand, but soil flowed out from between her fingers. Two men stood beside her, listening quietly.

"Where are the bodies of the 378 people?" asked a blond man.

The woman raised her head and looked towards the sea. She said something, but it seemed as if she hadn’t said anything.

Another short and strong man burst out laughing. "You, MI6, are planning to defeat Victor with this public opinion? I can only say that you are really stupid."

The woman frowned and turned her head away with a somewhat unfriendly expression, "Then may I ask if Mossad has any solution? Oh, by the way, have you re-elected your director?"

These words are simply heartbreaking.

Everyone knows that the director and deputy director and a group of other senior officials of Mossad were bombed in the sky over Afghanistan. This incident caused a lot of uproar at the time and also rubbed Israel's face repeatedly.

From what the world has heard, it is hard to find that heads of intelligence agencies have been beheaded in large numbers.

Isn't this just stabbing people in the heart repeatedly?

The short and fat Mossad member's face froze, and he was about to rush forward to fight in frustration, but was hugged by the blond man next to him, "Calm down! Calm down, if you fight here, you will all be arrested. Then, I wonder if you can make it out of the police station alive."

Both of them paused, looked at each other, and snorted coldly.

One of the two organizations is notorious, and the other is bloody and brutal. Both sides actually dislike each other. Who are you to call yourself one of the "Four Major Intelligence Organizations"?

But now they were all holding hands and walking along the river temporarily for the same man.

Victor is simply a "peace ambassador."

"Since we are willing to cooperate, let's talk." The blond man rubbed his nose with his right hand, "Everything is for the sake of defeating the tyrant."

"We have tried to bribe the top management, but they are like stinking stones in the toilet, smelly and hard. I don't know what Victor has fed them to make them so stubborn."

The Mossad agent rolled his eyes and said, "We have lost quite a few colleagues for this."

This is also a very depressing thing for many intelligence agencies in the world...

These senior executives took the money, and then took people to kill the contact. As for the money, Victor said in person: As long as the agents ask you to do something, you can keep the money, and you don't have to hand it over.

Playing is real.

This statement caused some people who had been bribed with great difficulty to immediately turn against us.

The boss has said it, you can still get the money, play with the girls, and don’t have to take any responsibilities. You can even get credit for catching a spy. It’s simply too good to be true.

"waste!"

The woman glanced and sneered, then proudly straightened her swan neck.

The blond man once again pulled Mossad...

He asked hurriedly, "You mean, MI6 has information?"

"We researched all his people and found that his secretary, Krista Schroeder, seemed to have disappeared suddenly. We thought she was executed by him for something, but it seemed unlikely."

"So we investigated further and actually found an important piece of information!"

"What?" the blond man asked quickly, and the Mossad agent also pricked up his ears.

"Christa Schroeder gave Victor a son!"

"!!!"

This information is so important that even the outside intelligence agencies are not aware of it.

When the woman saw their wide eyes, she felt refreshed.

did you see?
We still have to rely on MI6. The capabilities of Britain's old imperialism are still there, and there will be glory in the future.

"Is this true?" the blond man couldn't help but ask.

If he had a son, there would be a lot to write about. Everyone knows that North Korea has a supernova female general, but do you know that the general has two sons?

Don’t know?

It’s not even often seen in the news media.

Because, to protect them.

The blond man belongs to DGSE, the French Directorate-General for External Security.

As soon as he finished speaking, he secretly said that it was not good. As expected, the woman looked unhappy, "CI6 never gives false information."

"Where does this information come from?"

"You don't need to worry about that. Our plan is to capture Christa Schroeder and her son alive. It would be best if we could use this to make a fuss about the dispute. If you want to participate in this matter, it would be best if you let your leader contact our superiors."

The blond man and the Mossad agent looked at each other and were both moved.

Victor has too many secrets.

Why did he act so quickly?

Why does he have so many high-tech weapons? Where do they come from? Does he have any allies in the United States or Europe?

Is the SS-25 intercontinental missile phalanx the last killer weapon left by the Soviet Union?

Is the fall of Mexico’s top brass an invasion by the left or the right?
These are what many countries want to know, so that they can know the other party’s bottom line and trump card in future international affairs.

"Okay, let's go back and discuss it." The blond man nodded.

The woman took out a lady's cigarette, put it between her lips, and spit out a cool puff. "Hurry up, things won't wait."

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After the three chatted for a few more sentences, they separated.

She sat back under the parasol, drank the juice, and waited for about half an hour before she slowly left, walked towards an SUV parked on the side of the road, opened the door and got in.

A hand suddenly covered her mouth from behind.

The woman looked in the rearview mirror in horror and saw a burly man!
Want to struggle...

But he couldn't struggle free and fainted after a while.

In fact, agents are not as awesome as imagined. All that counter-attack and wall-climbing are nonsense. It is better to be as ordinary as possible.

Ten seconds later, a red Toyota Prado approached the SUV, opened the door, and dragged the female agent into the car. When leaving, the driver did not forget to close the door for the other party and drove away.

The female agent had a long dream. She dreamed that... she was riding a roller coaster. After a sharp turn, she vomited...

puff…

I slowly opened my eyes, and my glasses slowly adjusted to the setting. When I saw clearly, I shuddered in my heart.

In a confined space, I was tied to a chair.

It's over. I've been caught.

Two men walked out from the dark corner. The leader, the one with triangular eyes, looked very fierce, but he kept smiling. However, the more he did so, the more scared he became.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Jeff Bennett."

"clown?!!"

the woman blurted out in horror.

Jeff Bennett raised his eyebrows and smiled even more, "It seems that I caught the right fish. It's a big fish."

He is now the director of Mexico's counterintelligence agency, a high-ranking official.

After infiltrating the central government and assassinating Popovich, he was transferred directly from the head of the Information Bureau to the director of the newly established Counterintelligence Bureau.

Mexico currently has three major intelligence agencies: The Mexican Counterintelligence Agency! (It has the right to participate in both external and internal affairs and is the head of the intelligence agencies.)
Thirteen Taibao! (A review of the bureaucracy.)
Mexican News Agency! (For external use.)
He is already considered a big shot.

Especially the fact that he pretended to hold a high position in the Popovich government and then killed him. The ingenuity and splendor of it are beyond the reach of outsiders.

However, it has also been listed as a classic case by many intelligence agencies.

They couldn't understand why he had risen to such a high position in just a few months in the puppet government?
In the end, it can only be classified as the fact that the Popovich government has many people connected to the north.

Jeff Bennett smiled and said, "Then can you tell me what organization you belong to? What are you doing?"

The woman lowered her head and remained silent. She had no intention of living. She knew that if she made a mistake, there would be no way she could survive.

"It seems that our new friend is not very cooperative." Jeff's eyes darkened, he smiled, and said to the people around him, "Sharpen her pencil."

The interrogator beside him nodded vigorously.

Jeff Bennett sat nearby and watched quietly.

The other person picked up a special peeler, just like the one you use at home to peel potatoes, but the space in the middle was a little big, just enough for a finger to fit in.

The interrogator grabbed the woman's finger and stuffed it inside.

"You...what are you doing?"

"Fuck you."

The interrogator grinned, then pulled hard!
Zhi…

One sound!
A large piece of flesh and blood was brought down directly!!!

"what!!!!!"

The fingers were connected to the heart, and the screams of pain echoed throughout the small dark room.

The woman was shaking with pain.

So this is what sharpening a pencil means.

The other party showed no mercy and cut the other side of the same finger again!
The woman started rolling her eyes in pain and foaming at the mouth.

The finger bones are clearly visible.

Do you think that's the end?

He directly brought out the disinfectant alcohol and pressed his hand into it.

So brutal...

Her breathing began to twitch in pain, that kind of... rhythmic trembling.

"There are nine left. Oh, sorry, you still have toes."

"Kill me, kill me...Kill me!"

The woman's voice went from soft at the beginning to a heart-wrenching scream at the end.

The interrogator slapped him and wiped his face, "Damn, don't you know that saliva is poisonous?"

"Will you tell me or not? I want to see whether you are tougher than us."

The Mexican Counterintelligence Agency has plenty of tricks up its sleeve.

If you can't bear it anymore, I'll give you a shot of adrenaline. There are doctors outside who will guarantee that you won't die.

Finally, when she reached the third finger, the female agent could no longer hold on and revealed her identity and her next purpose.

He was a tough guy, with three fingers cut to the bone.

When Jeff Bennett heard that the other party had found out that Victor had a child, his face was obviously nervous, and he held his hands up, "Where did you get the information from?"

His first thought was...

Someone inside betrayed me?

The woman raised her head and said weakly, "Nanny, we bribed the nanny."

"Don't let her die. Also, ask him to tell you the following. I will report it."

"Yes, sir."

Jeff Bennett ran out quickly, ran to the office and called Casare...

The General Directorate of Counterintelligence reported to Casare.

He repeated the story again, and a nasal voice came from the other end, "I understand, good job, but you have to catch all the fish at the back, damn, these rats in the sewer are hiding deep, find them out."

"clear."

Jeff Bennett's eyes were vicious.

After Casare hung up the phone, he went straight to Victor's office. When he knocked on the door and entered, a half-grown Tibetan Mastiff appeared in front of him. He was startled. After he came to his senses, he felt helpless.

A businessman from Chinatown donated a Tibetan Mastiff to the National Palace. The eldest son liked it very much and held it in his arms almost every day. It was only two or three months old, but it had grown into a very big dog.

It may also know its position, and often goes downstairs. Everyone who sees it will give it food.

Victor gave him a name: AK47.
A very plain name.

"You are usually very busy. What's the matter?" Victor asked with a smile, touching the dog's head.

"Boss..."

Casare told the whole story, still very nervous, "I have asked someone to arrest the nanny. Also, should we increase security?"

Victor's good mood was ruined in an instant...

"The French guys want to get involved too. They really want to lick the shit they see."

"Catch those who should be arrested and interrogate those who should be interrogated. I want to see how many people their intelligence agencies have to die here before they give up."

Casare nodded and also supported the need to dig deeper.

"Then Mossad has focused its attention on us. Do they have clues that we shot down the plane?"

"If you know, then you know. What are you afraid of? If he has a temper, let him come from the Middle East to beat me up. That's fine. If he wants to mess with us, we'll just ask them to change the director."

Casare's eyes flashed...

"I think we should give them some trouble."

"for example?"

“Support Palestine.”

……

(End of this chapter)