Working as a police officer in Mexico

That clown was, of course, Jeff Bennett.

After staking out the place for several days, he was getting a little anxious, so he greeted Salsedo with a "slicked-back hairdo" as soon as he saw him.

This fully teaches us a lesson.

Going to work...

Will lead to resentment.

The balloon he had let go of floated in the sky as he discarded his clown costume into the trash, revealing the neat white suit he wore underneath, and he slipped into a Mercedes parked by the roadside.

This was a government car.

They from the Mexico International News Department were reputable people; how could they possibly be involved in sneaky, underhanded dealings?

They had integrity, okay!

He flipped down the sun visor, looking at his own reflection in the mirror, Jeff Bennett pulled at the corners of his mouth.

That smile...

Was so clear.

Boom~

The modified exhaust pipe roared as he started revving the engine, buzzing loudly.

He began to speed off.

And pulled out a brick phone to make a call.

"Hello, who's this?"

Only after hearing the familiar voice on the other end did Jeff Bennett continue.

"Houston Cake Shop, hey, buddy, Salsedo is dead."

Ethan Hunt, who was enjoying his morning tea, raised an eyebrow as he watched Blanco holding a water ball and learning to swim in the pool. He waved cheerfully, "Good job, pal, I'll tell Jason Bourne to give you a raise when I get back."

A raise?

"You decide that?" Jeff Bennett sounded very doubtful, having had his fill of leaders' empty promises.

"Of course, if I do well in Colombia, I could take Jason's spot and make that bastard plan operations for me!" Ethan Hunt spat out the last few words through clenched teeth.

At that moment, Blanco waved and shouted, her booming voice startling even the Argentine Dogo in the nearby dog cage, which jumped to its feet, thinking it had heard thunder.

"Darling!"

Blanco stood in the pool like... a giant emerging from the water, vigorously waving her hands, thrilled because Ethan Hunt truly brought her emotional satisfaction, making her feel the excitement of being a woman again at 40.

"Is there a woman calling for you?" Jeff Bennett suddenly felt his steering wheel was less appealing, pondering why other agents got to have all the fun.

Even if her voice sounded a bit strange, at least she was a woman.

"Of course, a very, very, very heavyweight female. In the history of drug trafficking in Colombia, she's a standout among women. I'll introduce you to her sometime; she's an excellent partner."

Ethan Hunt blew a kiss towards Blanco, "All right, buddy, she's waiting for me. If anything comes up, head over to the Houston Burger Shop."

"OK!"

Just as Jeff Bennett was about to add another comment, he heard a busy tone on the other end of the phone. He was taken aback and then angrily honked the horn.

Fuck!

So eager to make holes?

I need to transfer too.

Meanwhile, Ethan Hunt leisurely hung up the phone; he wasn't in a hurry at all, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Blanco climbing out of the water.

Like a crocodile.

"Darling, who were you talking to?"

"I've ordered a cake for you, to celebrate the 172 hours we've been together. That's 182,880 seconds of my love for you," Ethan Hunt glanced at his watch.

The valuable Rolex.

A gift from Blanco.

He took a deep breath, squeezing out a smile and leaning in for a kiss.

Making the wealthy widow happy as could be.

Indeed, the language of steel wool is wealth and endurance.

This bowl of rice isn't for just anyone to eat.

"Thank you~"

Blanco patted his butt, "Go take a shower; I'll take you somewhere."

Ethan nodded, and as he was about to leave, she added, "Give me your phone."

The air suddenly went quiet.

He looked at Blanco, and with a single glance, he didn't ask why. An excellent agent must never reveal his nervousness; he handed her the phone without the slightest hesitation and turned to go upstairs.

The female drug trafficker's gaze was dark and sinister as she watched his retreating figure.

She was no longer the naive girl crazy in love at seventeen or eighteen. She'd been through a lot in the criminal world and needed to be cautious; she'd been fooled by men before.

Getting in bed was one thing, but did it have to mean love?

Ethan Hunt was more of a plaything to her.

With a sullen look on her face, she picked up the phone and dialed the number he had just called.

"Hello, Houston Cake Shop."

Blanco's eyes narrowed, and she hung up the phone; her expression then softened slightly.

It seemed Victor had indeed prepared a cake.

A considerate man.

She'd have to treat him especially well tonight!

About ten minutes later, Ethan Hunt came downstairs, his steps tense, slightly uneasy as he looked at Blanco, who was sitting on the sofa.

Was it possible that she'd found out?

Would she kill him later?

"Darling, here are some new clothes and a watch I prepared for you," the wealthy woman pointed at the Armani and a Vacheron Constantin on the sofa.

Ethan exhaled a sigh of relief; she still called him 'darling', so everything was fine.

"You already gave me a watch, and I love it," he said, shaking his left hand.

"My man, never needs to wear a watch from yesterday," Blanco took off the Rolex herself, threw it in the trash, and smiled, "It's just over a hundred thousand US dollars, we don't want others to think we're poor."

"In Colombia, the only one richer than me is the me of tomorrow."

NMD, that line felt exhilarating to say.

An expensive Rolex could also "expire"!

The extravagant and absurd lifestyle of a drug trafficker genuinely subverts normal perceptions.

An income of "80 million US dollars" a month, indeed, cannot be spent.

"Whatever you want, I can buy for you, yachts, planes, luxury cars, anything with a price tag—as long as you behave," Blanco said as she pulled at Ethan Hunt's tie that he had changed into, their heads close together, her gaze aggressing into his with intensity.

"If you don't behave, I'll take your thing..." she said, grabbing hold of Ethan Hunt's lower body, the real man not even frowning.

"And stew it in bird's nest soup!"

You have really heavy taste, not afraid of the piss smell.

Ordinary people might be scared by this, but was Ethan Hunt an ordinary person? He was someone who did what others couldn't, and he roughly embraced Blanco in response, giving her a deep French kiss right back!

He kissed her until she was absolutely delighted.

"I, Victor, swear that I only love you, and if I cheat or betray you, may God forbid me from entering heaven, and also, let me be unlucky for my entire life," he declared.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Um!

Sorry, boss.

I'm using your life to flirt.

Swearing might be useless, but women love to hear it.

Look, Blanco's face immediately became much rosy.

"Darling, where are you taking me later?"

"Tomorrow, at the new Justice Building, the Mexican and Colombian drug traffickers plan to establish a North American Association, and I intend to take you to meet Pablo to arrange a position for you."

Seems like tomorrow is the 27th.

Ethan Hunt's gaze hardened, "But I just want to stay by your side."

Right now, I only want to live off a woman.

"I like men with ambition. Do well, and at the wedding, I can introduce you to my relatives," she said.

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Work is already tough enough, and you want me to become your fourth husband?

All three predecessors died in different places; do you want to kill me too?

To infiltrate the enemy and then get married?

Ethan Hunt's facial expression stiffened.

I need a raise! I absolutely need a raise!

Victor, Geneva!

…

As it turned out.

The difference between drug traffickers with a leader and those without.

Simply meant one more person dying on the battlefield.

Alfredo's head had a strong deterrent effect.

Drug traffickers within Hermosillo all fled, and many officials who had deep collaborations with them vanished too, likely knowing that Victor was the type to annihilate everyone.

Staying here meant certain death.

Better to run away fast.

The commoners were ready to welcome the king's troops with open arms!

The skies of July, still so bright.

The vanguard was the elite EDM force, equipped with 7 Weasel 1 airborne combat vehicles, 3 BTR-80 armored personnel carriers, 2 TPz-1 "Fox" armored personnel carriers, and 5 2S3 Akatsiya self-propelled howitzers, bringing physical and spiritual shock to the people of Hermosillo.

152mm cannons, something Mexicans had only seen in TV shows.

The Mexican Army?

Does such a thing exist?

Dressed in all black, with the emblem of EDM, a white falcon spreading its wings and holding a tiger in its beak, tattooed on their sleeves.

Wearing a mask, their gaze was profound and fierce.

Their uniform footsteps seemed to strike a chord in the hearts of the people of Hermosillo, whose whispered conversations gradually quieted down.

How long...

Has it been since they've seen such imposing soldiers?

They've seen them in neighboring United States.

"Too quiet, make them sing a song!" Kennedy, leading the way, frowned, feeling it wasn't spirited enough.

"Which song?" the aide asked.

"'Mexico has Victor'"

"Brothers of EDM, let's sing a song,"

The aide turned his head and shouted loudly.

"In a land filled with chaos and conflict, where justice seems lifeless, Victor entered with such an earnest heart, a man of courage, a man of virtue."

"Victor leads the way, through the darkest night, his eyes watching over justice, shining brightly."

"He fights for freedom, for the people, his path lit with blazing light."

"If you get to see him."

"Please say one thing for me."

"Hey! Victor!"

Several hundred EDM officers sang in unison, and at the last line, they all saluted simultaneously, making a truly impressive sight.

"Hey! Victor! (¡Víctor!)"

This moment...

Left the common people with opened mouths, feeling an intense flame rushing towards them, instinctively developing a sense of fondness and awe for the name Victor.

Meanwhile, aside.

The people from the Spanish intelligence agency were equally stunned by this scene.

Marsellino's eyes narrowed.

"He... wrote himself a song? How shameless," Four Eyes swallowed his saliva muttering softly.

"He reminds me of someone," suddenly, a colleague fell silent, and they exchanged looks.

"Francisco Franco!"

What is Victor up to?

A military government?!

Counter-narcotics?