"Mr. Augustus?"
The man removed his glasses, revealing a very square look in his eyes, smiled, and extended his hand. "Augustine Przybylski, Head of Foreign Military Intelligence."
Augustus hurriedly shook his hand.
"You… you let do everything I was supposed to do, where’s the money?" he asked nervously.
Augustine Przybylski glanced behind him, where a subordinate carrying a bag ca over and dropped it on the ground, producing a dull sound.
"It’s a total of 300,000 US dollars!"
"There’s also a check for 400,000 US dollars inside, you can collect it whenever."
Unable to wait, Augustus crouched down and pulled open the zipper, inside, as expected, were Franklin’s pressing faces. He happily kissed the check. Your next chapter awaits on .Côm
Why beco a spy?
For the money, of course!
700,000 US dollars, how long would he have to work based on his salary? Despite his title as a senior agent sounding impressive, he was basically just a runner!
These money, having him kill a black man, no problem at all!
"These are your passports and plane tickets, a mansion has been prepared for you in the Maldives."
Augustine Przybylski pulled out two notebooks from his chest and handed them over.
"Thank you, thank you!" Augustus eagerly said, reaching out to take them, but tugged without moving them, confused, he looked up, "Sir?"
"You won’t speak of this, will you?"
Augustus was startled but then imdiately patted his chest, "Of course! I have moral standards!"
Augustine Przybylski nodded, watching him, "I don’t believe you."
With that, he turned and walked away.
Both n were shocked when suddenly two n standing by the door walked in, pulled out guns, and in their bewildered gazes, bang, bang, bang…
emptied the magazine!
"Find a trash incinerator and clean up the bodies."
The nearby dumpsite manager hurriedly nodded, "Leave it to ."
Augustine Przybylski nodded, got into a car shielded by bodyguards, and left the dumpsite.
Being on the border, as the car drove past, one could easily see the United States on the other side, beyond the hastily constructed wire, scattered people could be seen crawling inside.
The United States was too dangerous!
So people understood that returning to xico at least guaranteed food.
Over there…
you’d never know when you’d be killed by the local white gangs.
xicali and California’s Calexico were close by, the city was an active territory of the Aryan Brotherhood, xican drug traffickers and refugees were causing trouble that affected their interests, of course, they had to intervene for suppression!
Previously, there were gun battles every two days, now it’s almost daily.
Too terrifying…
They wanted to return!
But was xico a place you could co and go as you please?
On the border, there were patrols, and if they saw anyone smuggling themselves across, they shot directly.
Indeed…
Augustine Przybylski had just noticed when he saw an off-road Humr coming from a distance with "Border Police" written on it, and the Humr, mounted with a heavy machine gun, began firing at those climbing the wire!
Originally, there were quite a few people gathered below, but at the sound of gunfire, they instantly ran.
Leaving behind several bodies.
If only they had known, why bother in the first place?
Augustine Przybylski watched all this with a calm expression.
The mobile phone beside him rang, he picked it up, "Hello."
"Director, we’ve found a trace of the KGB!"
"The Soviet? What’s he doing in North Arica, did he get lost?" Augustine Przybylski raised an eyebrow.
"We’ve detained him, but this man says he wants to et you and claims he has sothing you want."
"What is it?"
"He won’t say, he insists on seeing you first."
Augustine Przybylski’s expression turned cold, "Then break his teeth, I hate people who talk in riddles."
"If that doesn’t work, let him taste our other dishes, he will talk."
He then hung up abruptly.
What sort of person always wants to et ?
Bah!
Just two minutes later, the phone rang again, Augustine Przybylski answered, and an excited voice ca through, "Director, he’s confessed!"
"That fast?"
"I broke his teeth and then made him swallow them."
Hmm…
Not bad tactics.
"What does he have in his hands?" The Director was very curious about this.
"He has a list of Soviet spies in ten countries including the United Kingdom, the United States, France, Germany!"
Augustine Przybylski’s eyes instantly lit up.
Damn!
"Keep him secure, don’t let him die, I’m coming back."
This was catching a big fish!
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