Working as a police officer in Mexico

"You can shoot my chest, because I block bullets for my people, but you cannot shoot my ears, I need to listen to their voices"—Victor Carlos Vieri.

This 0.05-second frame is destined to be etched into the great annals of human history!

Even the journalist filming with a Sony camera had to admit it.

At that moment, he was conquered, and although he himself was a man, when Victor faced the camera, his face covered in blood, raising his fist, it was the greatest act of human defiance!

The look of his roar...

Really full of charm!

No wonder both those who love him and hate him go crazy for him.

"Long live the greatest drug prohibition cause of mankind! Long live the people of Mexico! Long live the people of the world!!" the lip-reading colleague continued to mimic on the side.

The filming journalist paused, suddenly raising his hand and cheering vigorously.

"Didn't you think he was very brutal?" his colleague asked in surprise on the side.

"Who cares! It's not like he's brutal towards me; shouldn't we be brutal towards drug traffickers? They ought to be drowned in bathtubs!"

Well...

That does make sense.

Victor, under the protection of security personnel, walked into the Drug Enforcement Department. Inside, many people had already arrived, and they had instinctively crouched down at the sound of gunfire.

After he entered, the secretary next to him nervously reached for antiseptic alcohol to help stop his bleeding.

"Don't panic, stay calm. What haven't I seen?" Victor said in a muffled voice, sitting down in a chair and lighting a cigarette for himself.

Meanwhile, Commander Jason Bourne was holding a Glock pistol as he charged towards a villa opposite the attack site.

He left two people to watch the elevator, and he climbed the stairs with another security officer. On the third floor, he happened to come face-to-face with a man wearing a trench coat.

A quick glance.

Jason Bourne immediately realized that this was the assassin. The man turned to run, but Jason caught up in a few strides, grabbing his hat and throwing him to the ground.

The other officer kicked the assassin in the stomach, and with his mouth opening in an "ah," Jason squeezed his chin and reached inside, groping around the gums vigorously.

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He shook his head at Jason Bourne.

The commander slapped the assassin's face and smashed his head against the stairs!

"I... I surrender, I surrender!" the assassin cried with a sobbing voice.

"Who sent you?"

"No one... no one, I just don't like Victor, I just wanted to kill him, and by killing him, I'd become world-famous!"

Jason Bourne didn't believe a word, looked around, let his partner hold him down, and walked over. He smashed a fist through the fire safety glass on the wall and took out an axe from inside.

In the terrified gaze of the assassin, he lifted it and smashed it down onto his hand!!

The entire staircase was filled with his screams.

Jason Bourne's expression was cold, deaf to the screams, raising the axe, resting it on the assassin's neck, "Next, I'll chop here..."

The assassin's pupils shrank, feeling the sharp edge of the axe on his neck and the intense pain shooting through his brain from his right hand, he understood that the slightest hesitation meant death.

"CIA! CIA! I'm employed by the CIA!" he shouted in terror.

Jason Bourne's eyebrows instantly knit together, glancing at his partner.

"Boss, we might hand him over to the police. If he dies in jail, then it means someone is guilty and wants to silence him," the team member whispered in his ear.

Makes sense indeed!

Jason Bourne squinted in agreement, grabbed the man, and headed downstairs.

"Please, take me to the hospital, I don't want to die... I don't want to die." The assassin cried, blood all over the floor.@@novelbin@@

"You should be glad this isn't Mexico, otherwise, you would see your own bones being pulled out," Jason said.

Hearing this, the assassin's teeth chattered.

As they descended the stairs, they saw a squad of police rush in.

"Austria will give us an explanation, right?" Jason Bourne looked at the leading police chief, "The plane explosion hasn't been resolved, and now there's a sniper..."

"I question your security and management, and if you can't give us an explanation, Mexico will give Austria an explanation!" he said as he pushed the assassin in his hands over.

The leading policeman was so angry his veins bulged, but helpless. Indeed... such incidents were too mysterious.

They couldn't simply blame Victor for "attracting trouble."

You must know Vienna's safety index had always been among the top in the world; his arrival directly lowered the score.

After all, Victor's status was complicated, and a small police chief had no say in the matter, only able to pass these headaches up the chain.

"Boss, they're so arrogant!" Watching Jason Bourne leave, a dissatisfied police officer muttered beside the chief.

"So what? Are you going to hit him?" The chief glanced at him irritably and said, grabbing the criminal by the neck and pushing him into the police car.

"Take me to the hospital, take me to the hospital!"

As Jason Bourne and his group came out, the lingering journalists took continuous photos of him.

The flash was uncomfortable.

But you couldn't very well go and beat them up.

They could only shield their eyes and run quickly towards the inside of the Drug Enforcement Department, the police already surrounding the place.

Upon entering, they saw the general's ears bandaged up, looking like... Big Ears Tutu.

"How is it?"

Jason Bourne whispered a few words in his ear, and Victor's mouth twitched, but then he grinned, "It seems I'm really getting too old for this."