They would have to use other tools then.
The Type 613 submarine was borrowed from the Medellin Cartel, entirely managed by Ethan Hunt.
The thing wasn't expensive; after all, paying cash got plenty of arms dealers shipping from the Soviet Union.
Ethan Hunt held a cigarette, staring blankly at the distant sea, but what worried him more was that Colombian drug traffickers were so willing to spend money that even the Medellin and Cali Cartels had prepared an army of seventy thousand!
Handled entirely by retired Soviet and European officers.
Uniformly Soviet equipment, every month brought a steady stream of weapons transported to the docks, worsening the security, specifically in Central America and South America, where crime rates soared,
particularly in Honduras, Guatemala, and Haiti, where it seemed like the drug traffickers were about to overthrow the governments!
A Latin big stage, play deadly games if you dare.
The past environment was bearable, where if you didn't interfere with the gang and drug trafficker's business locally, they would leave you alone, but now…
Two days ago, the granddaughter of the head of the Honduran national bureau was kidnapped, with a ransom of twenty million US dollars demanded. After the kidnappers received the money, the next day her body was dumped in a pigsty in the rural outskirts of the capital.
Everything was fucked up!
Oh Victor, hurry up and advance over here, the people have longed for the Royal Army, and most importantly, if you don't call me back, I'm going to "marry" someone else!
After Blanco, nicknamed "Black Widow", died, he moved on to Pablo's sister's thigh, oh, his brother-in-law…
But the man didn't mind, actually quite happy to welcome Ethan Hunt "marrying" into it.
What was all this even about!
"Boss, your wife is on the phone," his bodyguard came up with a phone while he was distracted.
This bodyguard was also appointed by the other party, just to make sure he didn't mess around outside.
Ethan Hunt forced a smile, "Hi, honey~"
"Darling~ Kisses~ Trojan~" an intentionally seductive voice came from the other end, imagine a woman weighing about 170 pounds cooing at you in that tone, only because Ethan was a professional, otherwise, he would have vomited.
"Trojan, what's up, missing me?"
"Of course, I miss how brave you are."
Ethan Hunt also flirted back a bit.
"Alright, Brynna, let me talk to Victor." Pablo's robust voice came over the phone; there was a snort of pride, but the phone was still handed over.
"Boss!" Ethan Hunt quickly called out.
"Call me brother, you are Brynna's man, you have the right."
Pablo grunted through his nose, "As my brother-in-law, I won't mistreat you. I have a task for you, if done well, when you return, you'll be a high-ranking official in Medellin!"
Ethan Hunt clenched his hand, eyes lighting up, though he was currently a Colombian drug trafficker serving as an envoy in the Anti-Victor Alliance, he had no real power, couldn't deploy troops or command business, merely a puppet.
Getting useful intelligence sooner rather than later meant a faster promotion; he was a special agent! A superman! Not some damned electric toy.
"What do you need?" he asked, holding back his excitement.
"I want you to go undercover in the Northern Army, what do you think?"
"B-brother!" Brynna complained from the other end, but Pablo glanced back at her, Brynna grudgingly clamped her mouth shut.
Is that even possible?
He quickly thought it over, "No problem, brother Pablo, leave this to me, I will venture all for you, but, I'm a bit worried, being an amateur, I really don't understand the intelligence industry, if I make a mistake and cause substantial losses for the group, I'd truly feel awful, I request you to send a professional to instruct me, I believe I can learn quickly."
See, that's the right way to "refuse."
To outright say, boss I can't do it, find someone else, how would that make the boss feel? As if you are just shirking responsibilities, they'd be displeased, and if they are displeased how would you get promoted? How would you get a raise? How would you marry a beautiful and rich woman?
You tell them you want to go, but being unprofessional, you fear messing up their affairs; then they think differently.
Pablo fell silent for a moment, his tone softening considerably.
"Don't worry, you're not going there as a front-line spy, there will be specific people for that, I want you to be responsible for their intelligence gathering and transmission, you'll be their only line!"
A garbage transfer station?
Ethan Hunt's heart uncontrollably skipped, doesn't this mean he could know a lot of confidential information?!
"Northern Army… hard to infiltrate."
Pablo impatiently said, "You needn't worry about that, Victor is recruiting an additional eighty thousand rookies, we have the capacity to sneak some people in, also..."
People are unpredictable!
Even if Victor's personal charm is great, it's not as appealing as grotesque figures in US dollars, what he could ensure was a vast majority remaining loyal to him.
So, Pablo had thought of this play…
"No problem! I'll do it!" Ethan Hunt decisively accepted the assignment, "I won't let you down."
"Good, I'll send you a list, do well." Pablo offered a couple of comforting formalities before hanging up.
Ethan Hunt stared at the sea, smiling happily.
Pablo, huh, I'll make you understand what 'throwing a meat bun at a dog, never getting it back again' means.