Chapter 1299: Chapter 630: Ethan Hunt, You Son of a Bitch! (Part 2)
The most important thing is that Mexican Intelligence Bureau is willing to spend money.
I give my employees 1,000 US Dollars, while the other party dares to offer ten thousand, a hundred thousand. Who wouldn’t be confused by that?
Moreover, what Charles Grassley said, that there is an “undercover” around him?!
Could it be that he knows something?
Since Little Bush’s father died, he has been paranoid. Otherwise, he wouldn’t only trust Skull and Bones, but now with Charles saying this, he instantly becomes unwell.
He looked down at the shattered ashtray, swallowed his saliva, as if seeing his own head being smashed like that.
He opened the drawer and took out a gun.
Machines never betray anyone!
Little Bush vowed to sleep with this thing by his side.
Meanwhile, Charles Grassley went downstairs and sat in the car, smoking a cigarette. He felt a bit panicked, unsure if this “traitor” without identity still had any value, and worried that if Mexico didn’t need him anymore, he might end up dead on the street.
He regretted being so hot-headed, thinking he should’ve just maintained the facade with Little Bush to avoid being in this difficult situation now.
Just when he felt at a loss, his phone suddenly rang.
He looked at the caller ID, which only showed “Delivery,” but this name made his heart skip a beat. It was a code for the single contact from the Mexican Intelligence Bureau.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, but he still picked up the call with trembling hands.
The voice from the other side was gentle, and it was a female voice…
Women have a way of making people lower their guard unconsciously. The voice said, “Mr. Charles, good afternoon. How are you? We are aware of your argument in Little Bush’s office and the content of your conversation. Our leader cares deeply about your physical and mental health. If you feel uncomfortable, we can provide you with global travel. Rest assured, we will cover all the expenses.”
“Additionally, every month, we will deposit a sum of money into your account to cover your family’s expenses. Mexico would never let those who help us shed tears and blood without reciprocation.”
Hearing this, Charles Grassley was somewhat shocked, somewhat moved, and somewhat frightened.
They actually knew about his conversation with Little Bush in the office?!
Could it be…
There’s a bug in the office?
He suddenly remembered that when Little Bush moved in, he had the place slightly renovated. Even though it was a simple makeover, there might have been some tampering with the walls or furniture.
What secrets are left now?
Damn it, America is hopeless!
Without thinking, he imagined himself being abandoned. Yet, surprisingly, the first to console him was the country utilizing him…
Charles Grassley sighed lightly, “I want to join Mexico. Do you have any work for me there?”
A change of venue — in America here, dealing with someone like Little Bush, he is bound to become increasingly distrustful of the so-called elders. He might even initiate an internal “purge.” Charles doesn’t want to stay here and wait for death.
The other party was surprised at his request and hesitated a bit, “Mexico certainly welcomes anyone, and also welcomes experts like you to join. With you, we can make our future better, but regarding work-related matters, we need to ask our superiors.”
“No problem, but please do it quickly.”
Charles Grassley took a long look at the White House out of the window, trying to imprint the building in his memory, and drove away.
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In Mexico, the news of Charles Grassley wanting to join Mexico quickly spread, reaching Victor’s desk in three minutes.
“He resigned? And had an argument with Little Bush?”
Mexican News Bureau Director Augustine Przybylski nodded, “Yes, Little Bush claimed that the CIA under Charles didn’t convey the latest news from our National Palace. But I think it’s purely stirring up trouble; he wants to replace them with his own people.”
Victor nodded, “Let him work as a deputy director in the News Bureau and also make him the president of the American-Mexican Fellowship Society. Reassure him; though he cannot become the President of the United States, we will compensate him. He can bring up any needs.”
“Placing him as the director of the News Bureau… won’t it involve too much confidential information?” Augustine Przybylski felt a bit troubled.
“Give him some light work like training and organizing meetings, keep other matters secret from him for now. His spirit is already low, especially after being messed around by Little Bush. Everyone would have deep resentment. See his performance first, and gradually ease his constraints later.”
“Understood.”
Augustine Przybylski glanced at his counterpart and seeing Victor not speaking further, he softly said, “Supreme Leader, if there’s nothing else, I’ll get busy.”
“I heard that your News Bureau has some shady dealings overseas?”
Victor suddenly said out of nowhere.
Augustine Przybylski started sweating profusely, his entire body went numb instantly. He cursed inwardly, certain that it was the people from the Internal Affairs Bureau who snitched, damn it!
He pondered how to explain it.
Victor spoke first, “Making some money is not an issue. I know you want to provide more benefits for the brothers, but I heard that some of you are laundering money for drug traffickers. Some even bring drugs back under the guise of their identity?”
“Don’t tell me it’s not true!”
“I wouldn’t mention it in front of you if I didn’t have evidence. Augustine, I’m very disappointed in you. Is this how you repay my trust? Get out! Get out and conduct a thorough self-examination. If you don’t figure it out, you can roll into the kitchen and be a chef.”
Augustine Przybylski fled after being scolded, afraid that the Supreme Leader might hit him with an ashtray.
As he walked out, at the staircase, he happened to encounter Internal Affairs Bureau’s George Smiley, who greeted him, but Augustine’s face turned dark, clenching his teeth, “George Smiley! You are good, very good, I even treated you to meals, drinks, and even women, yet you backstabbed me?”
“What are you talking about? I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“Quit the act! Wasn’t it you who tattled?”
George Smiley frowned, “What complaint did I make? I was called by the Supreme Leader too, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not going to say anymore; I’ll go in first.” He jogged to the office door, knocked, and entered, still with a smile on his face.
Augustine Przybylski raised an eyebrow, suddenly standing outside like he saw a ghost, wanting to wait for a moment. A guard walked up to him and stood beside him.
“It’s alright, don’t mind me. You guys go on with your work.”
“Sir, loitering in the hallway is not allowed.”
Augustine Przybylski felt embarrassed, so he waited downstairs. These guards only followed the Supreme Leader’s orders and were very disciplined. Other people, even if Jesus came, had to obey.
After waiting for about five minutes downstairs, he saw George Smiley again, who looked equally dark-faced, yet that expression somehow made Augustine feel much better, even bringing a smile to his face.
Being reprimanded himself was certainly unpleasant.
But when a brother gets scolded together, it feels comforting to the soul.
“What happened? Did you get scolded by the Supreme Leader?”
George Smiley gave him a sidelong glance, gritting his teeth, “Did you say something to the Supreme Leader? Otherwise, why would he ask me to self-examine, and say Internal Affairs has a mole!”
“How the hell would I know?”
“I’m just as confused. You think the Supreme Leader calling me in was for what, he scolded me too!”
“Someone must be badmouthing us behind our backs.”
George Smiley furrowed his brow, “Who could it be, could it be Jeff Bennett? No, his focus is abroad, and he’s currently overwhelmed, it can’t be him.”
“Then it must be…”
The two exchanged glances and simultaneously uttered a name, “Ethan Hunt!”
“It’s definitely that guy messing things up, definitely him!”
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