Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 585 - 358: It feels warm in the heart, and the body is warm as well. _2

Africa?

What ideology does Africa need? Three people take up arms and go to war, you win a model, you lose, and your whole family faces dire consequences. The matching mechanism is different; no matter what your ideology is, it's worthless here.

But having said that, Mr. Victor has also blazed a new trail.

If he could lead Mexico to rise, a hundred years from now, his significant contribution would be recorded in the history books of the world.

But...

How incredibly hard it is!

After Masud finished instructing his brother, he looked at the engaged Yanks deep in thought, then turned to Ziya, "I have a task for you, come here."

His brother looked puzzled but still leaned in.

Masud whispered a couple of sentences in his ear.

The expression on his face immediately became animated, and he exclaimed, "This... this..."

"What 'this'? You go do it yourself, and remember not to let anyone else know."

Ziya swallowed, glanced around cautiously, and nodded discreetly.

The big brother was actually asking him to make contact with Victor, to arrange a meeting, to be of help in the future.

Wasn't this rubbing Washington's face in the dirt?

This matter absolutely couldn't be spoken of; otherwise, Masud and the entire Panjshir resistance force would be abandoned.

Was this setting up a backup plan?

Ethan Hunt returned to his residence with a grim expression.

The nanny called out to him.

He responded softly.

"Sir, about dinner..."

"You all go ahead and eat, I've got work to do. Don't come looking for me unless it's important," he said without looking back as he went upstairs.

The two nannies exchanged worried glances.

The mood of the house seemed off - were they about to be fired?

In these times, it was hard to find an employer who didn't dock your pay or have unusual quirks.

God bless Mr. Victor.

Ethan Hunt entered the study, took off his suit, hung it on the coat rack, then glanced out the window. There, he saw a red sedan parked not far from the entrance.

A hand holding a cigarette reached out from the car, flickering in the darkness.

"Damn it!" Ethan cursed.

That car had been following him for many days now. He thought it was the Northern Army coming to assassinate him, but they hadn't made a move, just watching him. Coupled with Prime Minister Abrego's recent attitude towards him, not even letting him attend many meetings,

He understood they suspected him.

The last bait he cast hadn't been taken, mainly because it was too obvious.

Ethan didn't know whether his communications had been monitored or not, and he didn't dare to make contact, only relying on other means to pass messages.

If it really came down to it...

He would have to take the last step.

"Ah!"

Sighing, he lit a cigarette and began to dispose of documents that could potentially leak information in his study.

Meanwhile, in the red sedan below,

Two men were kissing?!?!!!

The brother with tattoos on his arms was doing this.

Damn, didn't these drug traffickers have any women?

Did they really need to do this?

Crunch, crunch~

Just then, a noise came from the corner, startling the two men. They quickly separated as they saw a man pushing a garbage bin walking by.

This street was usually deserted, so the noise stood out.

"Hey!" the man in the passenger seat called out, taking a deep drag of his cigarette before signaling for the man with the bin to open the lid and toss the butt inside.

The man looked up at them, then back at the rear seat, where there was no one else. He nodded, opened the lid to shield his upper body, and pulled a Type 67 pistol from inside his jacket.

This gun was preferred by many agents worldwide due to its low noise, minimal smoke, and weak muzzle flash. Its compact structure, small size, convenient portability, good shooting accuracy, and simple operation made it a must-have for any hitman.

The Special Mission Intelligence Department of Mexico, a "branch" under the Internal Affairs Bureau responsible for overseas missions, favored this weapon too. Few in number but elite in skill.

Drawing the gun, he fired decisively!

Pup, pup...

Not like the front-line fighters who sprayed bullets with their guns, the agent took clean shots. One bullet per man, no pleasantries, a love gift from Victor.

The people inside hadn't reacted before they were killed.

The man looked around, glanced up at Ethan's small villa, pushed the bin aside, then got into the car, shoved the bodies aside, and drove off.

Less than a minute later, an identical red sedan came by, even the license plates were the same, with two men inside.

As the car parked, the man in the passenger seat, dressed in a grey suit with well-styled hair and appearing to be in his mid-thirties but exuding a distinguished aura, walked up to the door and rang the bell.

Soon the nanny came running out.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Victor here?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm his friend, could you please let him know?"

The nanny blushed at the sight of the handsome middle-aged man, nodded, and ran back. She even turned her head to look at him one more time as he smiled back at her.

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Beauty knows no gender.

In the study room, Ethan was destroying documents when a knock at the door startled him, and he looked up sharply, his breathing erratic, "Who is it?"

"Sir, there's a man at the door looking for you, says he's your friend."

Hearing the nanny's voice, Ethan relaxed but immediately furrowed his brows. Friend?