Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1055 - 539: No War in Mexico..._5
Chapter 1055 -539: No War in Mexico…_5
Stuart squinted his eyes and asked anxiously, “Then can you ask for me, at that time… I want to secretly take a couple of photos, I can sell each photo for a lot of money, I’ll give you half.”
“How much is that?” Anthony, Valentino’s son, asked.
“About 20,000 US dollars.”
The father and son both gasped.
“Alright! I’ll ask for you, you can’t deceive me, I’ve been in Mexico City for quite a long time, and I have a good relationship with them. Should I meet you at the old place after I ask?”
“Just call me and I’ll come over.”
“Great! Thank you for helping me make money, once we get paid, I’ll take you to a nice place, hehehe.” Valentino raised his glass and drank it all.
The two drank until about one o’clock in the afternoon, and only then did Stuart stagger out.
Anthony looked at his father on the ground, just about to help him up, but as soon as his hand touched him, he saw his father’s eyes open wide, “Is he gone?”
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“Gone.”
Valentino clutched his head and climbed up, “Quick! Call the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the card is in the drawer, just tell them I encountered a spy.”
“Huh? Uncle Stuart is a spy?” Anthony asked in surprise with wide eyes.
“He doesn’t look like one to me.”
“Damn it, how did I give birth to such an idiot, he’s asking about Victor all the time, and he’s giving me money? Where’s such a good thing, have pies started falling from the sky, or have the Yanks turned to the socialist camp?”
“There’s definitely something wrong!”
Anthony’s face twisted into one whole piece, he whispered, “Then why should we help Victor, wasn’t he bad to our family?”
Valentino glared at him, gritting his teeth, “Damn it, I should have thrown you against the wall when you were born, did your mom cheat on me, your intelligence is like a dog’s!”
“Without Victor, your dad would still be pulling a rickshaw, and you’d be growing up eating dog shit.”
“Although it won’t make us fabulously wealthy, you have to understand, without Victor, all three of us would just be corpses in the sewer, rotting without anyone knowing.”
“With Victor, no matter what, anyone has to give us some face, only then can we do business well, do you think we deliver fruit to government agencies every day because our goods are good? It’s because we are Vieri!”
Anthony didn’t dare to raise his head after being scolded.
Valentino, tired from scolding, glared, “Why aren’t you going to make the call?”
Anthony nodded in a fluster, and when he got up, he accidentally knocked over the chair.
“Don’t always scold him like that.” His wife muttered quietly.
Valentino snorted with a frown, “So dumb, I wonder who he takes after.”
Anthony ran to the cash register, rummaged through the drawer for the card from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and dialed the number.
“Hello, Ministry of Internal Affairs Thirteen Bureau.”
It’s the Thirteen Protectors, the secret police department.
“I… I want to report, my family found a spy.”
The other side perked up, “Please state your address and name.”
“My name is Anthony Vieri, my family is at Vieri Fruit Shop on Revolution Avenue.”
The intelligence department on the other end shivered, they knew several important locations very well.
Including this “Vieri Fruit Shop.”
“We’re coming immediately.”
Half an hour later, an unremarkable Santana pulled up to the door, and three men got out of the car.
As soon as they walked in, they looked around.
“Hello, do you want to buy some fruit?”
“May I ask if Mr. Valentino is here, Thirteen Bureau.” The leader took out his credentials.
Valentino, who just came out of the bathroom, happened to see it, his eyes lit up, and walked over, “That’s me.”
Saying that, he extended his hand.
The leading man frowned slightly but still braced himself and shook hands.
“My name is Herman Goering, head of Tijuana Thirteen Bureau.”
The colleagues who followed him exchanged glances, the head had a cleanliness obsession, it’s not easy for him to shake hands with people.
But then again, who told the other to be a Vieri.
“Please, have a seat.”
“Can you tell us what happened?”
“Of course!”
Valentino explained how he and Stuart interacted and what happened.
Herman Goering listened patiently.
It took nearly an hour.
“I think we’ll need your help next.”
“No problem, it’s the descendant of Vieri’s responsibility to defend Mexico!” Valentino said righteously.
This made Herman Goering take a second look at him.
“Then tomorrow, you make an appointment with him for a drink, we’ll take care of the rest.”
“Alright.”
Valentino rubbed his fists together, somewhat excited, “By then can our names be written on the report?”
This guy is shrewd!
A very smart… ordinary person.
Herman Goering habitually looked the other up and down, seeing Valentino’s body a bit stiff, he realized he was being a bit rude and nodded with a smile, “No problem.”
It’s just a bit insincere.
After leaving the fruit shop, he got in the car, pulled out disinfectant wipes from the dashboard, and wiped his hands, even cleaning the gaps thoroughly.
“Chief, which department do you think Stuart is serving?”
“Who cares who he is, but I know, this time the angle can catch a big fish.”
Being able to get close to Valentino for half a year means the other has stayed for a long time.
The “Imperial Prison” of Tijuana Thirteen Bureau hasn’t had “popularity” for a long time.
CIA?
Mossad?
MI6?
Whoever comes will die!
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