Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 786 - 431 Great, I Can Be Reincarnated Now!_2

786: Chapter 431: Great, I Can Be Reincarnated Now!_2

786 -431: Great, I Can Be Reincarnated Now!_2

The woman raised her head, her gaze fixed on the sea, speaking without speaking.

The short and stocky man burst into laughter, “Your MI6 plans to take down Victor with just public opinion?

All I can say is: truly idiotic.”

The woman’s brow furrowed tightly, she turned her head with a somewhat hostile expression, “Oh?

Then does Mossad have a solution?

Oh, by the way, has your Director been re-elected yet?”

These words were absolutely soul-crushing.

Everyone knew that Mossad’s Director, Deputy Director, and a bunch of senior figures were bombed out of the sky over Afghanistan.

The incident was sensational at the time, publicly dragging Israel’s face across the ground over and over.

In global history, it’s rare to hear of intelligence agency heads being wiped out en masse.

Wasn’t this just repeatedly stabbing someone right in their heart?

The short, stout Mossad operative froze, his face twisted with rage as he was about to rush forward to strike, but the blonde man beside him held him back, “Calm down!

Calm down!

If you start a fight here, you’ll both get arrested.

Then tell me, can either of you make it out of the police station alive afterward?”

The two men paused their hands, glanced at each other, and snorted coldly.

One organization was infamous, and the other was brutally violent — in truth, they couldn’t stand each other.

Who the hell are you to compare with the “Four Major Intelligence Organizations?”

Yet now, both were temporarily shaking hands by the riverside for the sake of the same man.

Victor was practically a “Peace Ambassador.”

“Since we’re cooperating, let’s talk properly,” said the blonde man, rubbing his nose bridge with his right hand.

“All for taking down the Tyrant.”

“We tried bribing the upper echelons.

That bunch — oil doesn’t seep in, water doesn’t penetrate — they’re like stinking stones in a latrine: foul and hard.

We’ve no idea what kind of magic potion Victor gave them to make them so obsessed.”

The Mossad agent rolled his eyes, “We’ve already lost quite a few colleagues because of this.”

This was a vexing issue for many intelligence agencies worldwide…

Those upper echelons accepted the money, then immediately turned around to bust the contacts.

As for the money, Victor himself had explicitly stated: “Any operative who gets you to do something, take the money.

You don’t need to hand it over.”

It was raw, unfiltered dealings.

This statement made some of those painstakingly bribed individuals instantly flip sides.

The big boss had said it: take the money, enjoy the girls, bear no responsibility, and capturing spies would even earn merit.

It was *too* enticing.

“Losers!”

The woman glanced over, sneered coldly, and proudly raised her swan-like neck.

The blonde man once again pulled back the Mossad operative…

He urgently asked, “Do you mean MI6 has leads?”

“We’ve examined everyone around him and found that his secretary, Krista Schroeder, seems to have disappeared suddenly.

At first, we thought he might’ve executed her over some issue, but it didn’t seem possible.”

“So we dug deeper and really uncovered some critical intel!”

“What?” The blonde man quickly asked, and the Mossad operative perked up his ears.

“Krista Schroeder gave birth to a son for Victor!”

“!!!!”

This intelligence was explosive — no foreign intelligence agency was aware.

The woman saw their wide-eyed expressions and felt a burst of satisfaction in her heart.

See?

Still gotta rely on MI6.

The British Old Guard’s imperialist prowess still remains, and future glory awaits too.

“Is it really true?” The blonde man couldn’t help but ask.

If he had a son, there was plenty of room for manipulation.

Everyone knew about North Korea’s *Supernova Female General* — did they know the General had two sons?

Bet they didn’t.

This wasn’t often seen even in the media.

Why?

Because they needed protection. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

The blonde man belonged to DGSE — the French External Security General Bureau.

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized he’d misspoken.

Sure enough, the woman’s expression soured, “MI6 never spreads false intel.”

“Where did this intel come from?”

“That’s not something you need to concern yourselves with.

Our plan is to capture Krista Schroeder and her son alive.

It’d be best if we could leverage this for making waves in the dispute.

If you want to join in on this matter, make sure your leaders get in touch with our superiors.”

The blonde man and Mossad operative exchanged glances and seemed tempted.

Victor had too many secrets surrounding him.

How did he rise to power so quickly?

Why did he possess so many cutting-edge weapons?

Where did they come from?

Did he have allies within the United States or Europe?

Were SS-25 intercontinental missile formations the Soviet Union’s last deadliest maneuver?

Was Mexico’s upper hierarchy leaning left or aggressively right?

These were questions many nations desperately wanted answers to, as they could reveal the other party’s baseline and trump cards in future international affairs.

“Alright, we’ll go back and discuss further,” the blonde man nodded.

The woman pulled out a slim cigarette, placed it in her mouth, and exhaled gracefully, “Take your time, but action must be swift.

Events wait for no one.”

After chatting for a couple more minutes, the three of them separated.

She sat back under the beach umbrella, finished her juice, and waited for about half an hour.

Then, she lazily got up and left, heading toward an SUV parked by the roadside.

She opened the car door and had just climbed inside…

A hand suddenly clamped tightly over her mouth from behind.

The woman looked in terror at the rearview mirror inside the car.

A burly man!

She tried to struggle…

But there was no escape.

Before long, she lost consciousness.

Operatives aren’t really as invincible as imagined — all those counter-kills, rooftop chases — it’s nonsense.

The more ordinary you are, the better.

A few seconds later, a red Toyota Prado pulled up beside the SUV.

Its door opened, the female operative was dragged inside, and as they left, they didn’t forget to close the SUV door before speeding away.