Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 581 - 356: Ethan Hunt: Exposed!

"Get ten black dogs, you certainly can't find ten black people."

Wouldn't that be too pleasurable for her?

It's a form of torture used by the "Internal Affairs Bureau," involving spreading a liquid on several vital parts of the body that makes the dogs bite.

What did you think it was?

Perhaps to find more people to join?

Impossible!

Victor sat outside with a grim face, the screams from inside the house seemed as if they had nothing to do with him.

God's Spear!

Many people who study European history have seen this in some "unofficial histories"... Some say it's the prototype of the "Silence of the Lambs," they're also the character models for "Assassin Chronicles."

According to rumors, most of their recruits are young children, and orphans at that, raised from a young age. Moreover, this organization has its own school for assassins.

In addition, God's Spear also possesses an extremely precise and vast intelligence network. The German and the United Kingdom police forces have dispatched a large number of officers all across Europe numerous times to find their foothold, but in the end, they only found some manors and venues that had been used by them.

For example, incidents like the murder of Senator Green in London, England in 1966, the murder of German Chancellor Kohl's secretary Collins in 1984, and the threatening letters at the Italian Prime Minister's Official Residence, all had the shadow of God's Spear behind them.

The world is so big, it can contain so much filth.

The world is so small, all it holds is filth!

All sorts of monsters and demons have come out.

When the screams in the room gradually subsided, the "Taibao" charged in, and the scene inside was ghastly!

The female nurse was hanging from the ceiling, with one leg dangling down, but by then that leg was nothing but bone!

The dogs that had been tearing at flesh, with eyes red, turned their heads sharply at the sound of the door opening, baring their teeth, which still had bits of flesh on them.

"Woof woof woof!"

They barked especially loud.

Just like the Yanks.

They just kept barking furiously at the door, rushing over.

Two Taibao held their submachine guns and sprayed the dead dogs with bullets.

If the black dogs can't withstand it, what about a real dog?

Still lying on the ground, howling in pain.

Victor threw his cigarette on the ground, thought for a moment, picked it up, held it in his hands and walked into the room, only to see the female nurse being let down, already passed out from the pain.

"Give her three shots of adrenaline," George Smiley said from the side.

Dead?

Worse than dead!

After the shots, a bucket of water was thrown over her.

The female nurse's body trembled as she opened her eyes, it was pain fighting against her own adrenal glands to see which could overpower the other.

Victor walked over and stuffed the cigarette butt into her mouth.

A hospital is no place to litter.

He pinched the nurse's face, looking down on her with a gentle tone, "It seems Mossad paid you quite handsomely."

The woman's eyelids twitched.

Victor had seen her underwear.

It was Mossad who arranged for her!

It seems, behind God's Spear, there's also Judas Capital, tsk tsk tsk, always those stirring the shit.

"Don't like talking, do you?"

"Cut out her tongue, and, scoop out those eyes, clean them. I want them for my collection; I do so love to collect beautiful things."

The nurse's pupils flashed with terror as she saw George Smiley approaching with a sinister smile; fear took over her heart.

She could face death.

But who could stay calm in the face of such torture?

"Kill me! Kill me!!! You devil, devil!"

The female nurse yelled, as if struggling in her final moments.

Victor slapped her face and yanked her head by her hair, "Filthy whore! Want to die? Offended me, you think I'd let you die? I injected you with adrenaline to watch you be cut into pieces; I want to see just how tough you really are."

You really think Victor is into charity?

"I'll count to three, spit out everything you know, my eyes can't hide any secrets, don't lie to me."

"One!"

Victor looked at her as she trembled.

"Two!"

His voice was like it was summoning souls.

"Three..."

"I'll talk, I'll talk!!" The female nurse finally couldn't bear it any longer, crying out.

The pain was too much!

Pain could make a person lose reason.

"Good, have a candy." Victor said with a smile, patting her face and pulling out a piece of candy from his pocket, stuffing it into her mouth.

It had his portrait on it, a product of the Tijuana Candy Factory.

Really, I'd cry, Victor is too kind.

"Ask her well," he told George Smiley, who hurriedly nodded.

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After Victor left, he stood by the window, looking into the distance, "Get the phone, I need to call Casare."

Guard Commander Joseph Xiafei had the phone number ready and handed it over.

Dialing tones...

The sound was short but also very long, Victor didn't even know how to start talking to the other person.

"Hello~"

"Casare."

"Boss!" Fat Casare cheered up the moment he heard his voice, laughing as he greeted.

Listening to this close comrade's tone, Victor fell silent.

Casare, knowing something was wrong with his boss from his silence, raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong, boss?"

"Come back as soon as you can, I'll send someone to pick you up at the airport."

"Okay!" Casare could feel the seriousness in Victor's voice, nodded and hung up the phone, and immediately found Erich Manstein, giving him full responsibility as he and Jason Bourne hurriedly took a transport military plane back.

From Morelia to Tijuana is over 2300 kilometers, a helicopter couldn't make it.

On the plane, Casare couldn't help but let his mind race, wondering what had happened that he had to go back?