Working as a police officer in Mexico

The bullet pierced his head.

His eyes bulged, and his last thought before death was, "F***, I came to demand an explanation!"

CIA Mexico branch... an employee killed in action!

The counter-terrorism team fired at the body to finish it off, then quickly retreated. Marcus Phoenix even threw a grenade as he closed the door!

Pop~

Rolling on the ground, it rolled under a car and then exploded with a boom, setting off a chain of blasts. The DEA's entrance was turned into a fiery scene.

Jonathan watched the "Land Beast" drive away, and said to the stunned DEA agent beside him, "Call the fire department."

The other nodded hurriedly, slipping as he ran out.

F***!

It hadn't even been three minutes, and they had attacked the CIA.

Done, the DEA is going to have another fight with the CIA overseas!

Actually, he didn't see that Jonathan's hands were shaking too.

"F***!"

The fire department arrived quickly and extinguished the flames. Looking at the charred CIA employees, the DEA agents glanced at each other before looking to their boss.

"Man, the drug traffickers in Mexico are really too arrogant," they said.

Jonathan was furious, "These people just came over from neighboring Sonora State. We fully support Victor's military action!"

"???"

"Did you hear me?"

The DEA agents looked at each other, stood at attention, and said, "Yes, sir!"

Victor must have had a private deal with Jonathan. You see, now they have a legitimate reason to attack Sonora State.

The DEA will endorse it!

...

Colombia. Bogota!

A flight from Mexico City landed at the terminal.

"Thank you, Mr. Victor. I really enjoyed our chat," the lady said with a smile as she took her suitcase from the man, looking up at the handsome man in front of her. Married for four or five years, she felt her heart flutter for the first time.

Humorous, witty, and a bit romantic.

Like a free-spirited wanderer.

She hesitated, handed over the prepared note, and whispered, "Here is my phone number. You can call me anytime."

After speaking, she pulled her suitcase and left the plane, turning back every few steps.

Ethan Hunt smiled and waved at her as he passed the flight attendant who politely wished him, "Have a pleasant journey, Mr. Victor."

"Thank you."

He was now an exemplary businessman flying first class, his name: Victor Hunter!

Who uses their real name in this line of work?

After all, people will only curse at Victor!

Yeah, all Victors have no decency, those forcing overtime are all bastards!

After getting off the plane, he found a trash can and tore up the woman's note before throwing it away.

The first rule of being an agent: try not to see the same person twice in a short period, including women. Women are more attentive than men.
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Ethan Hunt carried his black bag and walked out of the airport. Yellow taxis were lined up neatly across the road. He crossed the barriers with a stylish leap, looked both ways, and ran swiftly across.

"Wow! That was so cool!"

A male backpacker behind Ethan imitated his suave move, ready to vault over the rail.

But he obviously overestimated his weight...

Beng!

He fell flat on his face, eliciting gasps from the queue.

His companions hurried to help him up, chiding and mocking him.

Ethan Hunt glanced at the taxis and got into the middle one, "To Saint Francis Church."

The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror, started the vehicle, and drove smoothly. Ethan, like a tourist, looked around outside.

After they passed a traffic light and entered a city tunnel, the signal was poor, and it was so dark they needed lights.

"The item is in the cistern of the toilet in the furthest stall of the church bathroom," the driver suddenly said.

Ethan didn't turn his head, pretending not to hear. After they emerged from the tunnel, neither spoke again. Upon reaching the destination, Ethan handed over the money and went into the church bathroom like an ordinary tourist. He checked the furthest stall—no one was using it, so he entered and locked the door. Then he took out a waterproof bag from the cistern, which contained a piece of paper.

Unfolding it, he saw written:

July 27, New Justice Department Building, Colombia!

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