The main mission was to sabotage and assassinate important targets and personnel.
After all, having stayed in the South for so long, who wouldn't know who was the most badass? No one understood the dirty affairs inside better than him.
Holding the rank of Major General, and also serving as the honorary principal of Mexico Intelligence School and the deputy director of Mexico Intelligence Bureau.
Victor was never stingy with his subordinates.
As long as you had merit, didn't do drugs, and didn't traffic drugs, you could climb the ranks.
In the room, the sounds of luxury resonated, accompanied by short roars and, ultimately, the final sprint.
It was then that the bed finally came to a stop.
A hand reached out from under the covers, fumbled to turn on the light, and Ethan Hunt's head popped up, taking a cigarette and lighting one for himself.
A cigarette after the deed was better than living like a god.
Another head emerged from the covers, with blue eyes and blond hair, a face full of languor, still carrying the scent of a young wife, lying contentedly in his arms.
Ethan Hunt was also incredible.
He met this woman while visiting Palenque Ancient City and the national park. She was wearing sunglasses at the time, with an arrogant look on her face.
Ethan Hunt was attracted to her pair; he swore he got dizzy over 36D.
He was indeed a playboy.
Within a few hours, they had arranged to dine together that evening, then drink, and what followed came naturally.
Not becoming a gigolo was such a waste.
If he went to Japan, what work would be left for the hosts?
One could only say it was a matter of exceptional talent; there was no helping it.
"I'm going back to the United States tomorrow," the woman lifted her head to look at his profile, reached out to touch his prickly beard, and said.
Ethan Hunt hugged her tight, his eyes a bit reluctant but he forced a smile and nodded.
Without words, just that gesture, made the woman feel incredibly comforted.
A tight embrace showed he wasn't just playing around, but unconsciously reluctant to let go; she smiled, knowing they were just a passing fling.
Actually... Ethan Hunt had no intention of taking responsibility.
Men pretend to love until you cry.
Your perceived affection is nothing more than a game well played in advance.
Sure enough, the woman felt the strength of the arm around her and felt secure. She lowered her head and kissed Ethan Hunt's chest, "I had a fight with my husband, we're getting a divorce."
So she was really a young wife, damn it!
Ethan Hunt remained silent, and the woman continued to talk to herself, "He has many women outside, which I discovered. I can get 25-30% of his assets, about 1.1 billion US dollars."
"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem..."
Ethan Hunt choked, coughing vigorously, his eyes bulging unevenly.
I've hooked up with another rich woman?
Eh? Why think 'another'?
Ethan Hunt looked down at her, his tone trembling, "What does he do?"
"A telecommunications company and a shipping company."
That much fortune could be hers through a divorce.
No wonder there's that classic line in "Shameless (US) Season 6 Episode 5": You still don't realize there's an ATM installed between your legs by God.
"Life is a tangled mess, everyone has secrets, you actually didn't have to tell me," Ethan Hunt looked at her and said gently.
Rich women should be treated with respect.
And she seemed like she was well cared for, spilling everything she knew. If she met a vicious thug, they'd take both her and her money.
She probably had no idea how cruel the world could be.
She must have had a very good family environment from a young age.
Nothing like those who fought their way up from the grassroots.
The woman lay quietly in his arms, and they stayed that way for several minutes, "He's over sixty, thirty years older than me, he's impotent, it doesn't work anymore, but he won't admit it, he's into some twisted stuff."
"I'm only thirty; I can't live like a nun."
Sure, a woman in her thirties is in her prime, and in her forties, she can sit on the ground and inhale the air.
"Can you accompany me to the United States?"
Ethan Hunt's hands were trembling, he swallowed, then shook his head, his gaze as resolute as if he were pledging allegiance, "I have my own work here, maybe the money I make is nothing compared to your wealth, but... as a man, you wouldn't want me to just live off a woman, right?"
"But rest assured, whatever happens, if you come, I will wait for you."
"The first time I saw you, I liked you; I like you, not because of who you are, but because of how I feel when I'm with you."
The woman hugged his neck all at once and kissed him, then... climbed on top of him.
"Turn off the light! Turn off the light!"
The bed started shaking again.
Young people just don't know moderation.
Ethan Hunt's face was pale, his eyes lifeless, he felt weak himself.
"If I can't stay here anymore, I might go to the United States. If you start a business, I can support you; if you enter politics, I can support you too. My family has some influence in the United States, my uncles are all congressmen."
Ethan Hunt suddenly had a bad feeling, "What... what's your name?"
The woman was silent for a moment, "Penelope, Penelope Kennedy."
Ethan Hunt nearly passed out.
Almost rolled his eyes back.
Damn it, I just hooked up with someone in the ancient city, and it turned out to be a member of the Kennedy family?!
Could it get any more melodramatic?
Penelope looked at him, "They all say we're a family cursed by God."
Ethan Hunt glared at her, her tone casual, but it annoyed him. He was the playboy king, and he wrapped his arms around her fiercely, "God? God should be afraid of my curses!"