Working as a police officer in Mexico

Colombia... Santa Fe de Bogota!

In a high-end club marked with "Hombres y perros" (Men and dogs).

This was a well-known... men's club, mainly for wealthy yet lonely women to vent their needs.

It operated on a membership basis.

The clientele comprised the rich and noble.

Griselda Blanco sat in her booth, watching the stripper in front of her, with a wild beast's desire in her eyes.

The "Black Widow" born in Medellin in the north of Colombia in 1943 had a prostitute for a mother and an unknown father. She had killed someone at the age of eleven when she kidnapped a child to get ransom money from their parents.

But when the parents didn't pay up, she brutally murdered the child.

Later, to avoid her mother's ill-intentioned clients, she went on her own, met her first husband, a fake ID trafficker. It was then that her husband had a drug trafficker friend, and Griselda Blanco approached him to understand the drug market.

She intended to work with her first husband, but he was a small-time vendor specializing in fake IDs and thought there was a future in that, unwilling to get involved in drugs. The Blanco who had killed at the age of eleven, in a fit of rage, killed her husband and started to work with his drug trafficker friend.

She began smuggling KKY, during a time... when Pablo was still smuggling electronic devices.

The "big sister" made a fortune and naturally pulled her little brother in, and it was she who started Pablo's business. So, aside from the nickname "Black Widow," some also called her "The Godmother of Drug Lords"!

She killed her second husband for being unambitious!

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Her third husband was a pretty boy, a Colombian bank robber who Blanco turned to because she wanted a child. But who knew this guy... wanted to climb over her head.

She took the child to the United States.

And then...

A month later, he was dead!

So she understood, men were there just to satisfy her physically, and that was enough.

Despicable men!

She now had her eye on a man, the one dancing a striptease above, whose abdominal muscles and handsome face made her heart beat wildly.

When the music ended, she raised her glass with a husky voice, "Victor!"

The women nearby, seeing Blanco, swallowed back their words immediately.

This fat lady, she really could kill!

In places like Latin America, the most feared were drug traffickers, who respected no rules, reason, or even cared about your status. They'd just come and shoot you dead.

You vie with Blanco for a man?

Do you think you've lived too long?

Hearing Blanco's call, the man disguised as Victor, Ethan Hunt swallowed hard, a flash of despair in his eyes!

He had been dancing here for a week now, and believe it or not, he had turned his agent job into a stripper act with his physique, looks, and sweet talk.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The first day, Blanco took a liking to this new handsome guy.

Ethan Hunt took a deep breath and smiled as he walked over, sitting down familiarly next to Blanco. Her body was sprayed with perfume, which made him quite uncomfortable, but as a male escort, he still had to have some professional ethics, right? Stroking Blanco's hand, he said with concern, "It's been a bit busy lately, earning less money is fine, but your health is important."

In the Mexico International News Department, there was a whole book on "strategies" for women, which included one line: For career-oriented women, pay more attention to their health. She's lonely, and you're the man to fill her heart.

Typical pick-up artist bible!

If he were ever unemployed, he surely wouldn't starve to death.

Blanco liked the "warmth" on Ethan Hunt that other Latin men didn't have, "Come home with me tonight."

It wasn't said as a request!

Ethan Hunt immediately knew the day had come, crying inside, but he had to pretend to be very happy, planting a kiss on Blanco, "Then let me change my clothes~"

The Black Widow was so happy she was almost giddy.

With Ethan Hunt's smooth talk, tight body, and that big backside, put him in any gigolo joint in RB and he'd be the star attraction.

Back in the changing room, Ethan Hunt locked his door and picked up the phone to dial out. As soon as he got through, he yelled, "Hey! That fat pig wants me to sleep with her."

"Didn't you say she was your beloved?"

"But I have my limits!"

"Blanco spent roughly 30 million US dollars on her three husbands and an average of 7 million on her mistresses. How much do you think you can get? You don't have to give any of it back to the state," his colleague calmly said.

Ethan Hunt clutched his chest, "Are you trying to sway me with these cold numbers?"

"No, I just want you to understand that your limits can be flexible."

"After all, isn't it all the same with the lights off? Ethan, if you've got a good body, you have to show it off, others don't even get the chance to bed her."

A twitch crossed Ethan Hunt's eye as he took a deep breath, "I'm off to have a late-night snack with my darling."

His colleague fell silent.

"Remember to put on an extra layer or two..."

After Ethan Hunt hung up the phone, the thought of becoming a rich woman's plaything soon made him feel... it wasn't so bad after all, screw being an agent, what's wrong with making some extra cash!

Spit, that Victor guy, no pay rise whatsoever!

He dressed in the clothes specially prepared for Blanco, the woman liked butterflies, so he even pinned a Goddess of Light Shine Butterfly on the lapel, costing him over 6,000 US dollars. Remember, you have to invest to woo a sugar mama.

As Ethan Hunt walked out, Blanco's eyes indeed sparkled, and her cheeks piled up with flesh as she smiled.

"Very handsome."

Blanco stuffed a stack of US dollars into his embrace, "I'm very pleased."

Ethan Hunt looked at the money in his embrace, grinning broadly.

Hmm!

This is my darling!

The two got into an armored limousine, heading toward Blanco's mansion. On the way, the woman couldn't wait and began touching Ethan Hunt's thigh.

Just as things looked to heat up in the car, the car phone placed in the middle of the vehicle rang. Blanco frowned with a hint of annoyance, picked up the phone, and answered it.

The person opposite seemed to be someone important, and Blanco's expression immediately calmed down, "I understand, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, she said to the driver, "To Pablo Manor."

Ethan Hunt's heart skipped a beat.

"Darling, perhaps you'll need to come with me to a place first."

"Of course, I'll be wherever you are," he replied.

Blanco smiled and gave him a kiss.

MD!

I was planning to hit the hay, and now you're telling me it's time to get to work?

Ethan Hunt's mind raced, could he get some useful information out of this?

He needed to ponder this thoroughly.

When the car arrived at Pablo Manor, it was stopped, but as soon as they saw it was Blanco, they hurriedly let her through, even offering greetings.

Pablo had said, "My parents once raised me, but Blanco, she made me!"

This spoke volumes about her status and identity.

Driving in, Ethan Hunt's eyes swept around subtly; the security was very tight, with patrol teams of three with a dog, and both helicopters and ambulances were stationed in the clearing.

Many country's presidents didn't even receive such treatment, right?

Precision bombing!

Otherwise, his chances of escaping were too great.

Ethan Hunt got out of the car first, shrewdly gestured to the driver with his hand, and personally went to open Blanco's car door. Women, especially those with a high status and powerful, have a particular liking for the taste of conquering men.

"Thank you," Blanco said with a beaming smile, naturally taking Ethan Hunt's arm.

As they walked up the steps, a shout came from behind them; she turned her head to see who it was, smiling happily, "Ochoa."

He was a man with ordinary looks, but his smile possessed a wild charm. He hugged Blanco, "It's been a long time."

"A long time indeed."

When Ochoa saw Ethan Hunt, he politely nodded his head, then gestured upstairs, "I'll go up first."

"Okay," Blanco smiled and nodded, watching him walk away before her expression became serious, "That's a 'Rat' with fangs."

Ethan Hunt looked at her, smiling as he said, "He seems like a good person."

Blanco gave him a look, "In Colombia, the last thing you should trust is that there are good people in this country."

"No! In my heart, you are my good person."

Look!

Even Blanco, seasoned on the battlefield of love, was deep in the trenches.

Some people are just naturally suited for this line of work.

...

"Are you saying Time Magazine wants to interview me?" Victor asked in surprise, looking at his secretary.

"Yes, it's an official document, and it seems rather urgent."

Many are aware of what Time Magazine is all about; since its inception in 1923, it features major figures in almost every issue, who are also world-shaking figures of their time.

Of course, when you get them to mark an "X" on your special issue, that's when you become the most special.

By the year 2024, it had only happened four times.

"Has their team arrived?" Victor asked.

"They're in Tijuana."

Victor would, of course, not miss the opportunity to be featured in the newspaper; if he could make headlines every day, he would be the groom daily.

Looking at his watch, "Okay, we'll head back to Tijuana in half an hour."

The secretary nodded and went to make arrangements.

After he left, Casare walked in, looking exhausted, "Boss, it's all taken care of."

"All the tunnels have been sprayed with Dichloro Diethyl Sulfide, and the access points on the Mexico side are blocked for the short term—they are trashed! Unless they are willing to spend a lot of money to ventilate."

Victor nodded in satisfaction, "Spray them once a month, wait for those rats to repair them and then spray again. That'll drive them crazy!"

"What if they wear gas masks and protective clothing?"

"What's your suggestion then?"

Casare said fiercely, "Why don't we pump hydrogen gas into the tunnels from the outside, and then... drop incendiary bombs! Turn the insides into an oven!"

Victor looked at him, then patted his shoulder, "You really are something, I see promise in you. You'll be the next one hanged by the military tribunal."

"Let's go, we're heading back to Tijuana soon. Time Magazine is going to interview me."

Casare's eyes lit up, "Really, Boss?"

"Don't get too excited, calm down."

"This is America's most popular personal magazine. If you make it on there, you'll definitely have a lot of fans in the short term. However, Boss, may I make a suggestion?"

Victor nodded, signaling for him to speak.

"Perhaps we could show a little less... hostility towards drug traffickers in the foreign media?"

"And why do you think we're only banning drugs in Mexico?"

"Maybe one day, the United States will also need my help with their drug prohibition," Victor said, spreading his hands and smiling.

...