Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 632 Ethan Hunt, you son of a bitch!

There are no secrets in the National Palace!
The news that many people had been taken away quickly began to spread and then spread!
Before this was even confirmed, Indian media outlets started posting news online: "Breaking News! Major Changes at the State Palace, Air Chief Marshal Viktor Baptist?"

This sent chills down the spines of some netizens, but when they clicked in, the entire article was full of speculation, with no useful information or even photos.

When George W. Bush saw the news at the White House, he was taken aback, then delighted, but upon seeing the source...

Hindustan Times!
"Fake!"

He cursed under his breath, somewhat annoyed.

This newspaper, which shared the same name as their infamous "Widow's Repair Shop," was a nightmare for George W. Bush; much of the news about Mexico originated from this newspaper.

and then?
He ended up looking disheveled.

He finally understood that Indians were like cockroaches on Earth, completely useless.

But George W. Bush always managed to find his own opportunities in the lines of literature.

He pressed the phone, "Hello, contact Charles Grassley of the CIA for me, and have him come to me."

The person on the other end felt like he was on fire and hurriedly agreed, trembling with fear.

Meanwhile, Charles Grassley was busy in his office!
The CIA was in complete chaos. After Melia Cruz, the new CIA director, was found dead in an FBI operation, there was widespread discontent within the CIA towards the United States and even among their colleagues. Forced to disband, the CIA was left homeless and unable to pay their mortgages…

By the way, the US is currently experiencing internal turmoil, but basic insurance and taxes still need to be paid.

Many people have had their houses smashed and received mortgage payment delinquency notices from banks, which shows how rampant capitalism is.

After Charles Grassley came to power, he went to great lengths to bring some people back, but everyone was disillusioned with the country, and 80% of them joined local gangs or sided with criminal organizations.

"Damn Norman Schwarzkopf!"

This was the umpteenth time he had cursed Boss Yuan, and he was so stressed out that he had just gotten up to get some water when the phone on the table rang urgently.

The noise made him feel uneasy, and his right eyebrow twitched violently.

"Hello! This is Charles."

"Director Charles, this is the White House office. Mr. Bush wants to see you."

Charles Grassley raised an eyebrow. "Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, he thought about it carefully. He didn't understand why the other party wanted to contact him, but he was sure it wasn't anything good. Although he was still officially the chairman of the Senate, the main work had been taken over by people from the Skull and Bones Society.

He put on his hat, got into his beat-up car, and drove towards the White House, 12 kilometers away, wondering all the way where he had been caught red-handed again.

His brows were furrowed with worry.

Even if he wanted to dawdle, 12 kilometers wouldn't take long. He gritted his teeth and went upstairs. When he knocked on George W. Bush's office door, the latter immediately looked at him with a dark expression. "Charles, I'm very dissatisfied with your work!!"

really…

They're just here to cause trouble.

"Many staff members of the National Palace were taken away. I want to know what exactly happened to the CIA? Is this how the CIA just sits around doing nothing? Can you do the job? If you can't, don't take up positions."

This undisguised disgust instantly enraged Charles Grassley. His head exploded, and under Bush's horrified gaze, he grabbed an ashtray and smashed it at the man. "Damn it! How was I supposed to know what was going on? Don't you know what kind of bastards the CIA is? And you bastard, you just want me to quit so you can stuff your people in there, right?"

"I'm telling you, I'm quitting!"

"You fucking disgusting man, you look just like your dead father. Let me tell you, you'll only ever be this kind of person. You want to unify America? The moment you even think about it, Viktor next door will make sure you die a horrible death!"

"You think everyone around you, even the members of Skull and Bones, is on your side? Idiot!"

Charles Grassley slammed his foot on the table. "I hope you die soon."

With a gloomy face, he opened the door and saw seven or eight people standing outside. They were all at a loss when they saw him come out.

He snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "You should leave if you can. With that idiot Bush here, I'm telling you, you'll never get to eat."

The bodyguards and office staff didn't stop him; instead, they made way for him and watched him leave.

Then they looked at each other.

"Close the door!" Bush shouted from inside, and the employee hurriedly slammed the door shut.

Inside the office.

George W. Bush's face was so black it could be used as the bottom of a pot. He was very smug, originally thinking he was the savior who controlled the White House, but Charles Grassley gave him a rude awakening.

Are there really no outsiders inside the White House?

It's important to know that neighboring Mexico has a very strong infiltration network. Wasn't the downfall of George W. Bush also due to the instigation and discord within the country?

Especially Clinton…

Angel Ureña, former Chief of Staff to Clinton, is now Mexico’s Ambassador-at-Large for North American Affairs.

Rich Miller: Vice President of the Mexican Special Police Academy and Director of the Police Operations Bureau.

These two bigwigs have almost reached the pinnacle of being "traitors to the United States." Even when holding national conferences, they can sit in the middle of the conference. Most importantly, they are often brought out in some propaganda battles to talk about how good Mexico really is.

Most importantly, Mexico's intelligence agency is willing to spend money.

I give my employee $1000, and the other party dares to offer $10,000 or $100,000. Who wouldn't be confused by that?

And Charles Grassley said he had an "undercover agent" in his inner circle?!

Does he know something?
Since his father's death, George W. Bush had become quite paranoid, otherwise he wouldn't have only trusted the Skull and Bones Society. But now, after Charles said that, he suddenly felt uneasy.

He looked down at the smashed ashtray, swallowed hard, as if he could see his own head shattered like that.

He opened the drawer and took out a gun.

Machines will never betray anyone!
George W. Bush vowed that he would sleep with this thing with him.

Meanwhile, Charles Grassley came downstairs and sat in his car, smoking. He was now somewhat flustered. He didn't know if he, now an unidentified "traitor," still had any use. If Mexico didn't want him either, he didn't know if he would end up dead in the street.

He felt a pang of regret. If he hadn't acted so impulsively, he could have simply gone along with Xiao Bu's charade, and he wouldn't be in this predicament now.

Just as he was feeling somewhat lost, his phone suddenly rang. He looked at the caller ID, which simply read "Takeout," but that name sent a chill down Charles Grassley's spine. It was the Mexican intelligence agent contacting him.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he answered the phone with trembling hands.

The voice on the other end was very gentle, and it was a woman's voice...

Women can subtly lower a man's guard. The other party said, "Mr. Charles, good afternoon. How are you? We know about your argument in Bush's office and the content of your conversation. Our leader cares about your well-being. If you are feeling unwell, we can arrange a global trip for you. Don't worry, all expenses will be covered by us."

"In addition, we will deposit a sum of money into your account every month to cover your household expenses. We in Mexico will not let those who help us bleed and weep."

Charles Grassley was somewhat surprised, moved, and also somewhat apprehensive after hearing this.

They knew about my conversation with George W. Bush in his office?!
Is it...

Is there a listening device in the office?
He suddenly realized that when Bush moved in, he had someone renovate the place. Although it was a simple renovation, it was possible that someone had tampered with the walls or furniture.

What other secret could there be?
Damn it, America is doomed!
Similarly, he thought he would be abandoned, but unexpectedly, the first to comfort him were those who used his country…

Charles Grassley sighed softly and asked, "I'd like to join Mexico. Do you have any jobs for me there?"

Let's go somewhere else. In America, as far as George W. Bush is concerned, he'll definitely become increasingly distrustful of those so-called elders. He might even launch an internal purge. Charles doesn't want to stay here and wait to die.

The other person was also surprised by his request and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Mexico certainly welcomes anyone, including experts like you. With you, we can make our future better. However, we need to consult our superiors about work-related matters."

"No problem, but please do it as soon as possible."

Charles Grassley glanced longingly out the window at the White House, trying to memorize the building, before driving away.

……

Meanwhile, in Mexico, Charles Grassley wanted to join the rapid upload and arrived at Victor's table three minutes later.

"He resigned? And he even had a fight with George W. Bush?"

Mexican Information Agency Director Augustin Przeučil nodded, "Yes, Bush admitted that the CIA, which is under the control of the other side, did not pass on the latest news from our National Palace, but I think this is just nitpicking, and he wants to replace his own people with his own people."

Victor nodded. "Let him be the deputy director of the Information Bureau, and also the president of the American Association of People in Mexico. You can also comfort him, saying that even if he doesn't become the president of the United States, we will compensate him. He can raise any needs he may have."

"Won't the director of the Information Bureau be involved in too many secrets?" Augustine Prueucci asked somewhat awkwardly.

"Give him some easy work, like training and organizing meetings. Do other things behind his back. He'll lose his motivation. After what Bush did, anyone would be resentful. We'll see how he behaves and gradually ease his burdens later."

"clear."

Augustine Przeukil glanced at the other man, and seeing that Viktor remained silent, he said in a low voice, "Your Excellency, if there's nothing else, I'll go back to my work."

"I've heard that your Information Bureau has some shady dealings overseas?"

Suddenly, Viktor blurted out something.

Augustine Prueuchir Khan came down, and he was completely stunned. He cursed inwardly that it must have been those people from the Internal Affairs Bureau who snitched on him. Damn it!

He was thinking about how to explain it.

Victor spoke first, "Making some money is no problem, I know you also want to give the brothers more benefits, but I've heard that some of you are laundering money for drug dealers, and some are using their identities to bring drugs back from outside?"

"Don't tell me no!"

“I won’t say anything to you without evidence, Augustine. I’m so disappointed in you. Is this how you repay my trust? Get out! Get out of here. Go back and investigate yourself. If you don’t find out the truth, you can go back to the kitchen and be a chef.”

Augustine Przeukil fled in disarray after being scolded, fearing that the Führer might strike him with an ashtray.

As he walked out, he happened to see George Smiley from the Internal Affairs Department on the stairs. The man greeted him, and Augustine's face darkened. He gritted his teeth and said, "George Smiley! You're very good, very good indeed. I even treated you to dinner and drinks and invited you to find women, and you actually betrayed me?"

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

"Stop pretending! Wasn't it you who told on me?"

George Smiley frowned: "What am I complaining about? I was summoned by the Führer. I don't even know what you're talking about. I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going inside."

He jogged to the office door, knocked, and went in with a smile on his face.

Augustine Prueuccier raised an eyebrow and suddenly, as if possessed, stood outside. He wanted to wait a moment, and the guards beside him came over and stood next to him.

"It's alright, don't worry about me, you guys go ahead and do your work."

"Sir, you are not allowed to linger in the corridor."

Augustine Prueucci's face fell. He could only wait at the bottom of the stairs. These guards only obeyed the emperor's orders and were very disciplined. Even if Jesus came, everyone else would have to obey.

I waited downstairs for about five minutes.

He then saw George Smiley, whose face was also ashen, but it was this expression that made Augustine feel much better, and he even smiled.

It's certainly unpleasant to be criticized.

But he felt comfortable sharing the blame with his brother.

"What? Did the Führer scold you?"

George Smiley glanced at him, gritting his teeth, "Did you say something to the Führer? Otherwise, why would he make me do an internal investigation and say there's a mole in the Internal Affairs Bureau!"

"How the hell should I know?"

"I'm completely confused right now. What do you think the Führer wanted me to do to me? He even cursed at me!"

"Someone must be talking badly about us behind our backs."

George Smiley frowned. "Who is that? Could it be Jeff Bennett? No, their focus is overseas, and they're too busy right now. It can't be him."

"That is..."

The two men looked at each other and said the same name in unison, "Ethan Hunt!"

"It was definitely this guy who did it, it was definitely him!"

……

(End of this chapter)