Working as a police officer in Mexico

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Since he wanted to be a hero, Pablo of course had no reason to refuse.

But I really admire this guy named Victor, hmm...

He has a good appetite, not picky.

It's not that big sister Blanco isn't good, but she's just not up to it!

If she was pretty, do you think Pablo wouldn't make a move?

But... let's put it this way, once dignity is put aside, he still has taste, and once taste is put aside, he just can't get it up.

"You're also called Victor?" Pablo suddenly asked.

The two who were "flirting" turned their heads, Ethan Hunt nodded to the other person, "Yes, sir."

"What about him?" Blanco asked.

"I just remembered, there's also a Victor in Mexico."

"That jail guard can't compare with my baby, what kind of stuff is he?" Black Widow said disdainfully, indeed, love is blind, Blanco only sees "drivers," F key, get on!

In the Latin American world, having the name Victor is quite akin to "Zhang Wei," not to say there are a lot, but there are indeed very many!

Pablo smiled, "Alright, then as you wish, after the association is established, I'll send you to Mexico as a consultant."

Ethan Hunt nodded eagerly, holding Blanco's hand, "Don't worry, I'll add bricks and mortar to our little home."

MD!

Get to the front lines and sell your information!

Alright, alright, Medellin Cartel, Blanco gave me a steel wool pad, I'll rub it on you guys and let boss Victor blow you all up!

He had never realized in his life, how "unclean" he actually was.

Being a secret agent wasn't easy, outsiders think it's so cool, they must have watched too much "007"; it's a dangerous job, selling one's looks is the least of it, if discovered, life is worse than death.

Especially for those on dangerous assignments.

Boss, you have to kill them all!

"By the way, how are the preparations for the association?" Blanco kissed the back of Ethan Hunt's hand and turned to ask Pablo.

"Apart from the traditional big three in Mexico, Colombia has the Medellin and Cali Cartel, in addition to the armed forces of the People's Army (FARC-EP), The Colombian United Self-Defense Forces (AUC), and M-19!"

The political ecology of Colombia can be summed up in a few words: it's like an old sow in a brassiere—one contrivance after another, as tough and lengthy as foot-binding cloths, writing them out is simply a waste of words.

Let's put it this way, the country has never truly known peace. The audacity of the anti-government forces in this place is such that around the turn of the millennium, the president specifically "allocated" a piece of land for the "opposition forces" to use as a base, just hoping they'd stop fighting.

We simply can't defeat them.

No matter what wing you are on, the armed groups here are involved in drug trafficking, extortion, and kidnapping of the rich; some even have tax brigades, all aiming to control the taxation of the local people.

M-19, many might not have heard this name, but it was them Pablo used to bloodbath the Supreme Court.

Fierce in battle, but most importantly, able to retreat unscathed!

RNM.

Four words to summarize the Latin American Government Forces: The Mob!

"It must have taken a lot of effort to bring them all together, right?" Blanco raised an eyebrow, these opposing armed groups also fought against each other.

"I told them that by joining the association, they could earn an additional 600 million US Dollars annually, they were more excited than we were, clamoring to show Victor a thing or two," Pablo sneered, "In Colombia, all ideologies are merely tools for making money."

"They will provide us with the most important armed forces, and, tomorrow! They're going to carry out bombings in Tijuana!"

Pablo made a firework gesture with his hands, making a sound with his mouth, "piu~"

Ethan Hunt's eyes flashed at his side.

Going to cause destruction again?

This is the "bottom line" of illegal organizations, completely amoral.

All to make Victor sick.

The "Latin American Code of Ethics" still depends on Victor.

This message must get out.

"Besides, Mara Salvatrucha from Guatemala and the 18th Street gang, as well as anti-government armed forces from Honduras, Panama, Salvador, Nicaragua, Costa Rica and other places will send people to join tomorrow."

"About over 17 organizations in total!"

Pablo spoke with pride; after all, these people came for his reputation. One call from him, and they all were willing to join.

Hearing that their rival was the recently dubbed "Tyrant," the super cop of Mexico, they were even more enthusiastic.

"Other groups like several jungle sects are interested too, but specific chapters and outlines will only be signed when we meet tomorrow. Blanco, our Medellin needs to become an entity capable of overturning a government!"

"We should never fear the government, but... no one taking drugs."

Pablo spread his hands, "This opportunity is right before us, Blanco, out of the 7 billion people in the world, I want to get 7 billion and one on drugs! The extra one is God!"

In the entire hall, only one person's voice could be heard.

Ethan Hunt had to admit, this man was indeed charismatic; arrogance without strength is empty bluster, but he exudes confidence.

But sorry, I'm a cop!

The battle between good and evil!

Gugu gugu~

The cuckoo clock on the wall rang, and Pablo glanced at it, "Sorry, Blanco, I have to attend my daughter's parent-child camp. If I'm late, my little angel will cry."

"Of course, give my regards to Amy."

Pablo smiled when he spoke of his daughter, stood up and said, "Will do, she misses you too. Don't forget to attend the establishment conference tomorrow."

"I will."

Blanco nodded, hugged him goodbye, and left.

Leaving the manor.

Black Widow adjusted Ethan Hunt's tie like an ordinary wife, "Do a good job at the association."

"You still worry about my work?"

"Give me a kiss."

"One? How is one enough!" Ethan Hunt lifted Blanco's chin, "I want to swallow you in my mouth."

The bodyguards and the driver next to them quickly turned their heads away, their expressions were calm, but their hearts must have been on fire.

Why!

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Why the hell is he so good at it!

Damn it, I really want a steel wool pad.

Ethan Hunt almost choked Blanco with a single kiss; her eyes were almost stringy as she cautiously thumped his chest, but that gentle tap almost made his bones fall apart.

"I'll give you my Affiliated Gold Card, go buy whatever you want today!"

"Do I look like I need to sponge off a woman?"

Ethan Hunt furrowed his brow, saying, "It makes everyone think I'm clinging to a rich woman's coattails. I don't mind being talked about, but you can't be wronged."

"I'll go check if there's anything good; I've got my eye on a gold necklace, I'll buy it for you."

Despite his words, his hand unapologetically took the Affiliated Gold Card.

"What's the PIN?"

Blanco smiled, "900719"

"The days you've been lying on top of me."

Ethan Hunt, seeing her "bashful" demeanor, his face twitched involuntarily as he was reminded of that ghastly scene.

It made him feel a bit nauseous.

"I hope next time it's changed to 051314, to signify I love you for eternity."

Blanco was almost TMD hooked in.

"Come back early."

Ethan Hunt watched her get into the car and leave, a smile still on his face. Once her car turned the corner and disappeared, he dove into his vehicle and almost rubbed his mouth raw with a wet wipe.

Blanco, how good-looking is she? Those who have seen her in person know, it's like a monster perfected in human form—utterly terrifying at a glance.

The makeup is marinated deep into her skin.

With one bite, a mouthful of heavy metals above safe levels.

Ethan Hunt glanced at the Gold Card on the passenger seat, stepped on the gas, and the sports car shot out; first to splurge, then to think!

A fool is he who has money but doesn't spend it.

Nevertheless, he was aware of his responsibilities, so he made a call to "Clown" Jeff Bennett.

"Hello, Houston Burger Shop."

"Buddy~"

"Oh~ Ethan! You okay? Someone called earlier but didn't speak. I started talking about the burger shop, and they hung up."

Ethan Hunt's brows tightened instantly. After hearing what the other party said, he knew for sure that Blanco had tampered with his phone. But... this obstacle was passed.

"Listen, buddy, you have to pass on exactly what I tell you now. It's crucial. This is about the course of criminal history in Latin America, even in the whole world."

Jeff Bennett was in the burger shop... helping out.

"Hey! Is my burger ready yet?" A big fatty wearing a baseball cap yelled impatiently at the counter, pounding on the table.

Jeff shot him a glance, and the guy glared back, "What are you calling for? My burger!"

"Coming right up!"

Jeff Bennett turned his body to block the view from outside, and then squeezed a heap of mustard and hot sauce into the burger!

Eat until you drop!!

As Ethan relayed everything Pablo had just said over the phone, Jeff's forehead began to sweat a little.

He might have gone too heavy on the mustard.

1VS17 branches!

Holy shit!

"Did you get all that? You must get the message across."

Jeff Bennett's expression grew grave, "I've got it!"

After hanging up, the fatty hurried them again, "Where's my burger, did you guys drop dead or something?"

Jeff turned around, lips pinched in a fake smile, looking like a Clown.

He bagged the burger and handed it over, "Please come again."

The fatty flipped him the bird in a farewell to his mother.

Ripping open the bag and tossing it aside, he bit into the burger as he walked out. That bite froze his foot in mid-air.

A wave of mustard straight to his brain!

His expression seized, then every feature scrunched together. Opening his mouth, there was silence at first, followed by a piercing scream.

"Aaah!!!"

He almost flipped the roof off the place.

The customers in the shop were shocked, turning to see a fatty rolling on the ground, tears and snot flowing, clutching his head.

"F***! What did you do?" a colleague asked Jeff Bennett.

"Just added a bit of mustard," he said, pointing to the empty mustard tube.

That was considered lenient.

Apparently, in Florida, a male employee fed up with being nagged added "Top Enzyme" to the food, poisoning a female customer.

Upon arrest, the Florida superhuman still claimed it was beauty treatment.

Jeff Bennett took off his apron, "Got something on, need to make a call home."

The colleague froze, then his expression turned serious.

Home, that meant Mexico.

There was intel!

He nodded, urging Jeff Bennett to hurry.

As for the rolling customer...

Hmm...

"Quick, call the psych ward, we've got a mental breakdown!"

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