"Sandro, it's my informant."

He scratched his cheek with his thumb and leaned against the guardrail: "This matter, I didn't plan to tell you about it, it's confidential." ”

"But you're all smart guys, and you'll be able to guess sooner or later."

"I don't want you to feel like you're being taken advantage of by me, creating unnecessary estrangement."

Agents need a few friends.

Regardless of the core issues, some things can still be said, Matthes thinks about it, or decides and explains.

"All I want is the life of the judge."

Phillips spread his hands and gave his own reply.

In all his years in the FBI, he has never seen anything dirty, and sometimes he has to make compromises and make peace in order to achieve some goals.

Since it was Matt who took the initiative to mention it, Ethan also asked:

"What type of informant?"

"He's a rival to the Inquisitor." Matt gave Ethan an unexpected answer, he reached into his pocket, and came out with a tube of cigars: "Inquisitor, we've been eyeing him for a while. ”

"Even if there is no Phillips thing, we will do it to him in another year or two."

"What do you mean?"

Ethan looked at the man standing against the wall inside in surprise: "Is he?" ”

"That's right, the sole trader." Ma nodded and said with a smile: "I have a hunting dog, which is not bad and very obedient. ”

"Of course, I've known him for many years before I made such a decision."

"This collaboration is a must." Matt knew the character of his old friend, so he just looked at Ethan: "If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have gotten the Inquisitor's information so quickly." ”

"When we make a move against the Inquisitor later, Sandro's men will move and spread the pressure out of us."

"If you don't feel comfortable with this, I can get him to stop having any contact with you."

Actually, Matt didn't have to talk to Ethan about these things at all.

But a gut instinct told him that it was more appropriate to tell the matter, although he had not seen the strength of the other party, all he knew now was what Phillips said.

However, Matt still has an inexplicable jealousy that makes him not want to hide it from Ethan.

"Order."

Ethan looked at Matt playfully: "It's a clever way to do it, since it can't be eliminated, let it be orderly." ”

In fact, his gameplay is similar to Hank's.

Some things are ingrained.

There is no way to clear it, so I can only try to keep it in a relatively stable state.

Moreover, with such a person in control, it will be very convenient for the CIA to do whatever it wants, just like this operation.

Most crucially, Matt has become the black glove of the Intelligence Agency.

Part of the money he earns will also continue to be turned into the operation funds of the Intelligence Bureau, and of course, some of it will inevitably flow into the pockets of some big people.

There's not much to say about this, it's the same all day.

Despite the risk of a big tail and even a backlash, it was a smart move overall.

If they don't take this money, they will take it alone.

This sounds very dirty, but it is the reality, the reality that makes the moral gentleman feel collapsed when he hears it.

"That's right."

Seeing that Ethan instantly understood the core point of the problem, Matt sucked his cigar appreciatively: "It's all about order, do you know how many addicts there are in the territory?" ”

"More than 30 million!"

"If there is a market, there will be people who want to do this business."

"We can't control everyone, we can only make order controllable within the scope of our influence."

In fact, there is one most critical issue that both of them avoid discussing.

When this kind of thing tastes sweet, when money keeps coming in, there will be people who will be corrupted by greed, and those people will do some unthinkable things for the sake of profit.

This time, it's for Sandro to clear out the competition.

Next time, it is to help him expand the market and find ways to seek greater benefits.

But all of this has nothing to do with Ethan.

After being a law enforcement officer for so long, he understands one thing, the big and small evils in the world are endless, as long as he doesn't provoke himself, many times he doesn't bother to deal with it.

Besides, the dead Taoist friends, the immortal poor Dao.

It's not my turn to interfere, and I don't have the ability to interfere.

Matt can talk about this kind of thing and confess to himself, which is already very interesting.

"Don't worry."

Ethan and Matt clashed fists: "I have no opinion. ”

A few more simple words of communication, and then walked into the living room, Ethan's eyes flickered over Sandro, the three of them talked about something outside, and no one asked.

Being an agent is not as curious as being a police detective.

They understand one thing, curiosity, sometimes it really kills.

The several large boxes placed next to the living room had already been opened by Catherine and several others, revealing a dazzling array of equipment inside.

The shock-absorbing sponge is full of all kinds of weapons.

Pistols, submachine guns, assault rifles, sniper rifles are all available.

Not only that, but next to the RPG-7, in addition to a few rockets, a large number of grenades were densely stuck inside the sponge.

Another box containing a Kevlar bulletproof vest.

There are also night vision devices, stab-proof gloves, military daggers, hoods, and first-aid medicines, all of which are well prepared.

No wonder I heard the large number of guards just now, the faces of these three agents have not changed much, the equipment here can arm more than a dozen people to the teeth, with these things in hand, at least they can fight back and forth.

"Your intelligence agency, will you use this thing too?"

Squatting down, Ethan patted the RPG bazooka and asked Catherine with a smile, "It doesn't sound like a good match for you." ”

"It's a fight."

Catherine shook her head and explained, "You don't need anything sophisticated, as long as it's easy to use." ”

In her hands, a sniper rifle was held.

After a quick inspection, it was placed in a long gun case, with spare magazines and bullets all in order.

Ethan picked up an armpit holster, grabbed an MP5 and a Glock.

Looking at Catherine, who was making trouble, he admired in his heart, women who like to play with guns have a special sense of beauty.

He cleared his throat and asked:

"We don't need it for what we're going to do at night, do we?"

"Get ready."

Catherine covered the sniper case: "There is a situation in the back, you can take it at any time." ”

With that, she smiled and grabbed two Colt M1911s from the arsenal box and quickly checked the condition of the guns.

In the safe house, everyone chooses the weapons they have at their disposal according to their own habits.

The clicking sound continued until half an hour later, and everyone returned to their rooms to adjust their state, waiting for the night to fall in Medellín.

Thank you for your support, thank you!

(End of chapter)