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 me 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 came 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.
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 immediately 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 men were shocked when suddenly two men 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 me."
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!
Some people understood that returning to Mexico at least guaranteed food.
you'd never know when you'd be killed by the local white gangs.
Mexicali and California's Calexico were close by, the city was an active territory of the Aryan Brotherhood, Mexican 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.
They wanted to return!
But was Mexico a place you could come and go as you please?
On the border, there were patrols, and if they saw anyone smuggling themselves across, they shot directly.
Augustine Przybylski had just noticed when he saw an off-road Hummer coming from a distance with "Border Police" written on it, and the Hummer, 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 America, did he get lost?" Augustine Przybylski raised an eyebrow.
"We've detained him, but this man says he wants to meet you and claims he has something you want."
"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 meet me?
Just two minutes later, the phone rang again, Augustine Przybylski answered, and an excited voice came through, "Director, he's confessed!"
"I broke his teeth and then made him swallow them."
"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.
"Keep him secure, don't let him die, I'm coming back."
This was catching a big fish!