Working as a police officer in Mexico

Montgomery was feeling a bit nervous and uneasy early in the morning.

He seemed absent-minded even during meals.

"Bernard, what's the matter? Are you feeling unwell today? Cough, cough, cough." Grandpa asked him as he looked on, breaking into a severe coughing fit after just a few words.

Montgomery stood up worriedly and hurried over to pat his back, "No, no."

Actually, he was thinking...

Could the other party be a spy? Could he get a reward?

If he got the money, he could buy a ventilator for Grandpa, so he wouldn't be so exhausted at night.

He looked out the window, his gaze seemingly piercing through the skyscrapers towards the National Palace.

The staff working at the Official Residence suddenly noticed the tightened security.

Previously, private vehicles were not allowed within 500 meters; now it's 700 meters. Moreover, public transport that must pass the National Palace is required to have two armed police officers sitting at the back.

Besides that, everyone who wants to enter has to go through three levels of checks, and even those wearing high boots have to take off their shoes.

This naturally caused some employees to grumble in low voices.

"Why is it suddenly so strict? Look, that policewoman has even started searching bras."

"It's better to be strict. External forces have terribly low standards; they'll do anything. Also, I heard that someone from the Gardening Department was taken away last night." An older woman said in a low voice.

"What's going on??"

All the nearby colleagues gathered around to ask.

"I don't know the details, but I..." Just as she was about to continue, there was an uproar at the front of the line.

"I don't know, I don't know, it's not my thing, officer, I don't know." They saw a woman with her hair coiled up, around 50 years old, being held by two policewomen, while a man stood in front of her, holding a small monitor device, squinting, "If you have anything to say, speak to the Internal Affairs Bureau."

"Take her away."

The policewomen dragged her aside, while the woman continued to cry out wrongfully.

"How could it be Leia? She's an old employee. Her son is also a cadre in the community, right?"

The colleagues standing at the back were in an uproar seeing someone familiar being arrested.

"Quiet!"

The person in charge of arranging the line shouted, "Next."

Meanwhile, in the community.

Montgomery had just taken out the trash bag when he was stunned by the scene before him.

Seven or eight armed officers wearing bulletproof vests with "Internal Affairs Bureau" written on their backs stood on the stairs.

When they saw him open the door, they all looked at him in unison.

Their gaze made Montgomery's knees tremble uncontrollably.

"Get inside, don't come out, young man." A man who looked like Zhang Guang softly said.

Montgomery obediently went back inside but couldn't help grabbing a chair and standing at the peephole to look outside.

He heard a "bang," as if something had hit the door.

Then a group of people shouted: "Don't move!"

They rushed in.

It was really exciting.

"What's happening, Bernard?"

Inside, Grandpa, who heard the commotion, asked urgently.

"It seems that Billy's place upstairs was raided by the Internal Affairs Bureau."

"??? How could this be."

Montgomery opened his mouth, then muttered, "Not sure, but for the Internal Affairs Bureau to step in, something must have happened."

His Grandpa, clearly a kind old man, got anxious, and anxiousness led to more intense coughing while sitting on the chair.

Upstairs, there were the sounds of chairs and tables clattering, and before long, Montgomery saw from the peephole Billy in shorts being pinned down.

His face was pale.

Those legs were trembling as he was dragged downstairs.

The Internal Affairs Bureau agents pushed him into the van and began the interrogation.

A punch landed on his stomach.

They grabbed his chin, slapped back and forth more than a dozen times, making his face swell.

Coercive interrogation?

No, no, how could someone who wrote the constitution possibly violate it?

Don't say such things.

This is called friendly communication.

"Who is your superior!!"

...

Victor stood in the top-floor office, overlooking the area below.

Behind him—

George Smiley's eyes were bloodshot, and his beard was a bit scruffy, a result of working overtime.

Actually, any guy who has ever been cheated on knows that catching a mistress is tricky enough, let alone catching even more cunning spies?

The brain and the body must maintain a high level of concentration.

It's very stressful.

"In five days, across the entire Mexico, we received 16,717 reports regarding spies, 4,226 of which were verified, and we arrested 7,232 related personnel, with 6,020 of them being bought off Mexicans."

"Seized 1,762 firearms, including 310 assault rifles, 60 kilograms of explosives, and over 200 detonators."

"The country with the highest number of spies was the United Kingdom with over 100 people, followed by Russia, then the United States."

"The person most implicated in our internal investigation is Olikha Fajyeski, Deputy Director-General of Mexico's Ministry of Foreign Affairs and President of the Soviet Union Friendship Association."

"In his home, we found a notebook that implicated two former Soviet defense engineers working in military industrial confidential units."

"And in the internal investigation of National Palace staff, we found seven suspected individuals, but in some cases, it seems they're not quite aware, likely implicated by their family members."

After George Smiley finished his report, he stood back with his hands tucked.

It was really shocking!

Victor puffed on his cigarette, and after a while, he asked, "How many spies do you think there are in Mexico approximately?"

George Smiley pondered for a moment, "About 30,000."

In East University, roughly 110,000 people are involved in espionage work.

Mexico is considered to have fewer...

"So we only caught about one-sixth this time."