Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1058 - 540: The Latin American Version of "Holding the Emperor to Command the Princes"? (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)_3

Chapter 1058 -540: The Latin American Version of “Holding the Emperor to Command the Princes”? (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)_3

“Chief, where are we going?”

“To make snake soup for him.”

“Yes!” A colleague from the Internal Affairs Bureau seemed to have thought of something amusing, and his tone turned excited.

Stuart, with his hands bound in the trunk, could hear their conversation and despaired, thinking his end was near!

Who knows how long the bumpy ride lasted.

The car stopped…

The trunk was opened, and they dragged Stuart to the ground. As they removed his hood, the glaring sunlight caused his pupils to shrink suddenly, making his vision blurry.

When his sight gradually returned, he saw he was actually in a pit!

The pit was about one and a half meters deep, just reaching his neck, and only a few dozen centimeters wide. Before Stuart could react, an unknown liquid was poured over him.

A stench so foul!

It almost made Stuart gag.

“Found you some companions to keep you company,” Herman Goering squatted beside the pit, waving his hand. Two agents from the Internal Affairs Bureau loosened a prepared sack, dumping its contents into the pit.

Snakes!!

Damn it, snakes!!!

Stuart screamed; he feared snakes the most. These slithering creatures flicked their tongues, their bodies slimy, revolting!

He tried to climb out of the pit, but Herman Goering shoved him back down with a stick.

None of these were particularly venomous snakes, like hognose snakes, black kingsnakes, bull snakes, and forest kingsnakes, but a bite would still hurt.

There were at least seventy of them in the pit…

Who wouldn’t be terrified?

“Don’t worry too much, this is just the first challenge. We have five here. After snakes, it’s scorpions, then centipedes, followed by toads. If you withstand all these, congratulations, you’re a tough guy. The last challenge is pulling your scalp open and pouring honey inside…”

“Tsk tsk, I’m curious if bullet ants will crawl inside if placed on top…”

Hearing Herman Goering’s words nearly drove Stuart to collapse, and he burst into tears.

A grown man… crying like this, he must be truly distraught.

“Speak! Who exactly are you, and who are you working for?”

Stuart’s resolve was clearly not that strong, and most importantly, it was his life at stake…

“Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, I’ll talk, I’m an intelligence broker, I only deal in selling intelligence…”

“Victor’s information isn’t cheap on the black market. To know his exact whereabouts, Mossad offers 600,000 US dollars, the Medellin Cartel offers 2 million, the Cali Cartel 1.5 million, and the CIA 300,000. I just wanted to make that money.”

A sum close to 5 million US dollars just for knowing his whereabouts?!

You might think they’re stingy, but they actually don’t seem so stingy.

But Herman Goering got furious all of a sudden. He had spent the whole night dreaming of promotion and wealth, only to be told he was dealing with a small fry?

In rage, he picked up a stick beside him and fiercely jabbed it down, striking Stuart’s chest and sending him tumbling back into the mass of snakes.

The provoked snakes immediately began to attack and bite.

Stuart’s face, neck, abdomen, and other parts were all bitten by the snakes.

In pain, he screamed and rolled around.

The Taibao from the Internal Affairs Bureau, witnessing the scene, couldn’t help but swallow hard, glancing at Herman Goering before lowering his head.

Damn, the chief has got to be a psychopath.

“Help… help me, help me…” Stuart cried, “I have intelligence, I have intelligence to tell you!”

Herman Goering’s brows relaxed slightly, squinting his eyes as he glanced at the subordinate next to him.

The latter reluctantly used a bamboo stick to flick off the snakes, allowing Stuart to grab onto the stick and stand up, taking a lot of effort.

“Don’t fool me. If you try to pass off some street gossip, hmph hmph.”

Stuart’s lips trembled.

In the intelligence brokerage world, there’s a rumor that the Mexican Intelligence Bureau is inhuman, ruthless as NC incarnate, with many renowned brokers entering and never being heard from again.

Stuart certainly believed this, but humans die for wealth as birds die for food; the CIA’s offer was too tempting.

He didn’t stop to think why the CIA would rather spend big bucks than do it themselves?

It’s because the CIA and Mossad have suffered heavy losses here!

Now it was December 1992, and just from January to October, 62 Mossad intelligence officers were killed in Mexico…

This was clearly documented in a “National Security White Paper” by the Mexican Ministry of Internal Affairs on November 30th.

They didn’t bother saving face.

Even put out frontal photos of those killed, causing quite a stir at the time.

After all, everyone dispatches spies to other countries.

Who doesn’t?

If something goes wrong, everyone keeps quiet for mutual benefit. Don’t make a fuss, it’s not good for anyone; it’s a tacit rule.

But someone like Victor, who exposes everything, is truly unique.

Mossad and the Mexican Intelligence Bureau are in a blood feud.

What does that equate to?

The East University civilians VS Japan.

Why not the top brass? Ha, they lack the backbone.

Stuart was trembling all over. These snakes aren’t venomous, but they really hurt, and if you don’t believe it, find a snake to bite you.

“Once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of rope,” it’s not just words.

“From my intel, Medellin’s Pablo is preparing to purchase an atomic bomb!”

“You’re talking out of your ass!”

Herman Goering, upon hearing this, jumped up wanting to kick him. Claiming Pablo liked men was one thing, but this?

Do you take me for a fool?

Who’s selling? Who dares to sell!

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