Chapter 326: Hiring the KGB as an outsourcing agency!

Although the Spanish cabinet has decided to provide support, it will take more than ten days to complete this series.

Although their Prince of Asturias is nominally an "aircraft carrier", it is actually more like a transport ship. There are some helicopters on it. It is claimed to be an aircraft carrier, but it is actually more like a transport ship.

It is similar to the light aircraft carriers of Japan in World War II.

This is like your son got 30 points on the test. The teacher can't say that your son is stupid, right? What should he say? The future is promising!

Don't bully the poor young, don't bully the poor middle-aged, don't bully the poor old, the dead are the greatest...

With the current situation of Spain, can it still afford an aircraft carrier?

I think they can hardly get up from the bed.

The remaining drug dealers and Spanish soldiers on Socorro Island are having a hard time. The warship was bombed. Even if they rescued some medicines and food at sea, it was not enough for so many people.

Someone suggested abandoning the prisoners!

Adjutant Lieutenant Colonel Emilio Mora was silent, "What do you think?"

The other officers looked at each other.

"God bless them, Amen." A major said this hypocritically, his face was full of hunger, lacking water and dry food, and he was as thin as the Japanese in Siberia.

But even if the Japanese were prisoners of war, they could still maintain a high standard of one meat and one vegetable. No one would have thought that the Soviets were so good to the Japanese.

One dish was a potato as big as a Soviet fist, and the other was a fist as big as a Soviet potato.

After eating these two meat dishes, they were full in a short time.

"General, what do you think?" Emilio Mora looked at Rudy Fernandez next to him. Although he was nominally the person in charge, his performance on the battlefield was simply too bad.

The kind that poor students would ask why you don't study.

The other officers looked at him with displeasure, but Emilio Mora still gave him some respect.

Brigadier General Rudy Fernandez nodded vigorously, his voice a little hoarse, "Just make your decision, by the way, is there anything to eat?"

"General! You've already eaten three compressed biscuits!"

Hearing his "request", an officer shouted in dissatisfaction, raised his voice, and Brigadier General Rudy Fernandez shrank his head, looking pitiful.

Emilio Mora couldn't stand it, took out a biscuit from his pocket and walked over to pass it, saying softly, "General, we don't have much food, please... please be patient."

The other party swallowed his saliva and couldn't wait to take it and put it in his mouth.

People who are extremely hungry can really eat anything.

"Why haven't the logistics supplies been delivered yet?"

"The country is urgently contacting the US or Central American air force, but they all have to fly over Canada, so they are very hesitant and are still negotiating."

"By the time he finishes the negotiation, we will all starve to death!" Emilio Mora slammed his fist on the table and took a deep breath.

I can't drink urine every day.

Urine without water smells very bad.

Just then, a Spanish soldier ran in from the door, "Sir, there's an airdrop outside... outside!"

"It must be our supplies." A major said a little excitedly, and then couldn't help running out. Emilio Mora also had an idea and waved his hand, "Let's go and have a look."

A group of people rushed out, and sure enough, on the beach in the distance, they saw a group of extremely hungry soldiers surrounding a big box.

"Where are the things? Where are the food? Where are the drinks? Damn, what is this, is this edible?"

"We want water! We want water! We want water!"

The soldiers shouted in dissatisfaction, and they couldn't bear it anymore.

"Fuck, it's just a book, and it was thrown by the Mexicans. It's not food at all." The major who ran out first cursed and handed it over, "They are just here to disgust us!"

Emilio Mora took it and looked at it...

"Proof that the Spanish are a nation that eats grass. 》

Fuck! !

Good guy, Mutaguchi Renya?

The officers around were cursing and cursing Victor's ancestors.

Emilio Mora licked his lips and looked at the soldiers and drug dealers lying on the ground. They lost their light in their eyes, like zombies. Almost everyone knew... they were going to die.

"I want to go home!"

Suddenly, a Spanish private stood up and cried.

He collapsed!

He ran towards the ocean loudly, "I want to go home, I don't want to die, my parents are waiting for me at home, I don't want to die, I want to go home."

In the eyes of everyone, he actually walked directly into the sea, and was swallowed by a wave.

This...

"Surrender! Surrender! We surrender, we don't want to fight anymore, we want to go home..."

"I don't want to fight anymore, surrender, quit! Quit!"

The soldiers began to feel wrong...

They slowly turned their eyes and looked at the officers with bloodshot eyes.

Emilio Mora's body stiffened.

Damn!

“Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.”

In Quintana Roo, eastern Mexico, at a slightly hidden dock, Ethan Hunt stood by and smoked a cigarette, while his henchmen shouted at the migrant workers and drug dealers carrying bags.

And at the edge of the dock was a…

Type 613 submarine!!!

Yes, it was the old Soviet guy.

Spain hopes that the Anti-Victor Alliance can provide some food assistance to the Spanish soldiers on the island. They are willing to give money and vaguely stated that Spain's drug business can be handed over to North American drug organizations.

This made Pablo Escobar, who had originally intended to get involved in the European market, very happy. He tried his best to have some supplies sent over, but the planes passed by were shot down by missiles, and the ships passed by, so they often had to be careful of the things circling in the sky. If the patrol plane did not respond back, it would be sunk on the spot.

Then you can only use other tools.

The Type 613 submarine was borrowed from the Medellin Group, and Ethan Hunt was fully responsible for it.

The price of this thing is not expensive. Anyway, if you pay for it, some arms dealers will transport it from the Soviet Union.

Ethan Hunt was holding a cigarette in his mouth and looking at the sea in the distance. In fact, what he was more worried about was that Colombian drug dealers were too willing to spend money. Medellin and the Cali Group even prepared a 70,000-person army. force!

All are trained by retired Soviet and European military officers.

All Soviet equipment, a lot of weapons and equipment are continuously transported to the dock every month. The public security is getting worse and worse. The crime rate in various countries in Central and South America has soared.

Especially in countries like Honduras, Guatemala, and Haiti, the regimes seem to be overthrown by drug traffickers!

The big Latin stage, come and risk your life.

In the past, the environment was pretty good. As long as you didn't get involved in the local gangs and drug dealers' business, they wouldn't mess with you. Now...

The granddaughter of the head of the Honduras National Bureau was kidnapped two days ago and demanded a ransom of 20 million US dollars. After the kidnappers got the money, his granddaughter's body was dumped in a pig pen in the countryside of the capital the next day.

It’s a mess, it’s such a mess!

Boss Victor, please hurry up and push us over. People have been thinking about Master Wang for a long time. The most important thing is, if you don’t ask me to go back, I will “marry” someone!

After his ex-mistress Blanco, nicknamed "Black Widow," died, for work needs, he hugged Pablo's sister's lap. Oh, his sister...has a husband.

But they didn't mind, and instead welcomed Ethan Hunter to "marry" him.

What does this mean?

"Boss, Madam is calling." Just as he was lost in thought, the bodyguard came over with the phone in hand.

This bodyguard was sent by the other party, just because they were afraid that he would mess around outside.

Ethan Hunt stiffly forced out a smile, "Hi, honey~"

"Dear~Kiss~Trojan~" came a deliberately pinched voice from the other end. Think about it when a woman weighing about 170 pounds uses this tone to act coquettishly with you. That means Ethan is a professional and wants to Otherwise, he will vomit.

"Muma, what's wrong? Do you miss me?"

"Of course, I miss your bravery."

Ethan Hunt was also very cooperative and made a few flirty remarks.

"Okay, Brina, let me have a word with Victor." Pablo's strong voice sounded on the other end of the phone. The other party snorted twice, but still handed the phone over.

"Victor..."

"Boss!" Ethan Hunt shouted hurriedly.

"Call me brother, you are Brina's man, you have the qualifications."

"elder brother."

Pablo's nostrils responded, "You will be my brother-in-law, and I will not treat you badly. I have a task for you here. If it is done well, when you come back, you will be a high-ranking official in Medellin!"

Ethan Hunter squeezed his hand, and his eyes lit up when he heard this. Although he was now the special envoy of Colombian drug traffickers in the anti-Victor alliance, he had no power at all. He could not dispatch troops or direct business. A puppet.

Get useful information early and get promoted early, he is an agent! He is a super man! It's not a special electric motor.

"Say it!" he said, suppressing his excitement.

"I asked you to work as an undercover agent in the Northern Army, what do you think?"

"Brother!" Brynna on the other end shouted dissatisfied, but Pablo looked back at her, and Bryna had to shut her mouth angrily.

? ? ? ?

Double agent? !

Wang Defa?

Can you still play like this?

His mind was spinning rapidly, "No problem, Brother Pablo, leave this matter to me. I will do it for you even if I risk my life. However, I am a little worried. I am an amateur. I don't know how to do it at all." I understand the intelligence industry. If something goes wrong and the group suffers serious losses, I will really feel sorry for it. I ask you to send a professional to teach me. I believe I can learn it quickly. "

Look, this is called the correct "reject" template.

When you come up and say, I can't be the boss, you can find someone else. What does this make the boss think? I think if you just shirk, people will be unhappy. If you are unhappy, how can you get promoted? How to get a salary increase? How to marry Bai Fumei?

You tell him that you really want to go, but you are not a professional and you are afraid of ruining his business and he will think differently.

Pablo was silent for a while, and his tone softened a lot.

"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to be a front-line spy. There will be dedicated people there. I want you to be responsible for collecting and relaying their intelligence. You will be their only contact!"

Garbage transfer station?

Thump thump thump…

Ethan Hunter's heart jumped unsatisfactorily. Doesn't this mean that he can know a lot of private information? !

"The Northern Army...is difficult to infiltrate."

Pablo said impatiently, "You don't need to worry about this. Victor will recruit 80,000 new soldiers at once. We will still be able to add some people into them, and..."

People’s hearts are unpredictable!

No matter how charming Victor is, he is not as attractive as the ugly guy on the dollar. What he can guarantee is that most people will be loyal to him.

It turns out that Pablo was thinking about this...

"No problem! I'll do it!" Ethan Hunter accepted the task decisively, "I won't let you down."

"Well, I'll have someone send you a list. Do your best." Pablo said a few polite words of relief before hanging up the phone.

Ethan Hunt looked at the sea and smiled happily.

Pablo, right? I'll let you understand what it means to beat a dog with a meat bun, and there will be no return.

Um?

It seems like the metaphor is wrong.

"Boss, the supplies are all loaded." At this time, the boy in charge of loading the goods ran over and said, "Are you going to set off?"

"Don't worry, we'll open again tomorrow."

"Huh? This...the Spaniards on this island have no food." The younger brother said in confusion.

"Is he your father or is he your mother? What time is it now? Let the brothers eat and drink first. We will send it to you tomorrow. Can they still starve to death?" Ethan Hunt waved his hands and said unhappily, " Tell brothers, I will pay for today’s red light district!”

The younger brother wanted to speak, but when he glared at him, he could only shrink his neck.

"Let's go, let's call it a day. Boss Victor is treating us today!" The discerning younger brother ran to the dock and waved to everyone. All the drug dealers and workers who were still complaining suddenly cheered when they heard this.

Leaving the dock with a smile, I was already looking forward to the beautiful life at night.

When Ethan Hunter walked past a trash can at the door, he threw the empty cigarette box in and left in his pocket.

There were only security guards patrolling the pier.

A garbage truck drove in, and two staff members emptied the garbage into their back pockets, pulled the truck away from the dock, and greeted the familiar patrolling drug dealers.

The garbage truck drove to the disposal station. As soon as it fell down, a dozen people wearing masks rushed out and rummaged inside. After a while, Ethan Hunter's cigarette box was discovered.

Sent to the webmaster's office.

The webmaster saw a string of numbers on it and interpreted the information by comparing it with the contents of a code book. An hour later, the information was in the hands of Augustin Przeucil of the General Directorate of Foreign Intelligence. He calibrated After several times, it was placed on the Governor's desk.

Such is the efficiency of the current intelligence services!

Victor is very concerned about information. Give money, give money, or give money!

"A submarine is transporting supplies to Socorro Island?" Victor raised his eyebrows, not panicking at all. "They can transport whatever they want. When the Spanish people are eating on the island, we will send planes to bomb them and ask them if they want bombs. There’s no need to be nervous about this.”

Alas, we still lack a navy!

When our own navy comes out, I will kill you bitches!

Augustin Przeucir nodded, "General, there is one more thing I want to report to you."

"explain."

"The Foreign Intelligence Service...is short of money." Augustin Przeucir said this with a bit of embarrassment.

Victor paused his hand and looked at the other party, "This is the fifth month, and your game has burned 900 million US dollars..."

"General, we have also achieved results. Currently, we have 678 on-the-job personnel, 223 front-line agents dispatched abroad, and more than 4,500 cooperative employees. This burns money very quickly, but we are still far behind the CIA and FBI. They have more than 100,000 people around the world," Augustin Przeucir hurriedly explained, "If we want to maintain competition in future intelligence wars, then we cannot save money, which will determine the future for a long time. important matters.”

Victor stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous. I know that you have worked hard and achieved great results. I am also willing to invest money in the intelligence department. However, I think we should have other methods. For example, contact the KGB offices in Europe and North America to hire They worked as outsourcers and tried, after the collapse of the Soviet Union, to swallow them up!”

Augustin Przeucir frowned, "This...are they willing?"

"What's the relationship like between the Soviets and the Americans?"

"Very bad!"

"What about our relationship with the United States?"

"It's also very bad."

Victor spread his hands, "Isn't that enough? We are not asking them to betray the country, we are just giving them a job to support their families, but the KGB is starving to death."

starve?

So exaggerated?

Augustin Przeucir seemed to remember that there were big problems within the Soviet Union, such as the gap between the rich and the poor. The Baltic Fleet had not paid wages for a long time, so that some officers stole the radars on the warships and sold them.

It was also sold to a small country in South Africa.

"The next focus of the Foreign Intelligence Service is to tilt towards the Soviet Union. We want their intelligence personnel, scientific and technological personnel, and scholars, as long as they can be used, we want them. Don't be afraid of spending money."

Victor stood up, walked over, and patted Augustin Przeucir on the shoulder, "You do a good job. Jason has a lot to do. You can also be the director of the Mexican International News Department in the future. You also want to be in your own right." Add a few stars on your shoulders.”

Isn't this equivalent to saying to the second son that the prince is ill, please work harder?

Even if Augustin Przeucir had no ambition, he was tickled by these few words. His face suddenly turned red, his eyes widened, and he stood upright with a snap, "Hi! Loyalty!!"

"Wan Sheng!!"

The general nodded with satisfaction.