Working as a police officer in Mexico

What!

The FBI are raiding us?!

Quick, call the "Meiling Sect"!

William Webster's expression twisted; he wanted to turn and run because he genuinely felt guilty, but this was the CIA!

Have you ever seen the CIA scared of anyone?

His subordinates were all watching him; if he showed weakness, he would be out by tomorrow. You can disappoint others, but you can't let your subordinates suffer!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Let's go! I want to see where Sessions' people get the audacity to swagger on my turf!" he bellowed with fury but didn't forget to summon the CIA's "Special Operations Group" as he stormed out.

Stir things up!

When William Webster walked out the door with his people, he saw more than twenty cars emblazoned with the FBI logo just casually parked outside the CIA's checkpoint, with a bunch of beefy men leaning against them, smoking.

He frowned at the sight of a familiar FBI high-up and shouted, "Bert Lee, where's your Director Sessions! What are you doing here? This is the CIA!"

That Bert Lee... well, let's just say, he looked kind of fierce, not like an American, but more like a Russian who lived year-round in Siberia, towering nearly 2 meters tall.

Really, not playing basketball but joining the FBI!

What a waste.

Every time William Webster saw him he felt uneasy; he himself was quite tall, but the guy still towered a head above him.

Bert Lee, a member of the FBI Tactical Action Department, was nicknamed "The San Francisco Brute!"

He was puffing on a cigarette and glanced over at William Webster upon hearing him, "CIA? Think you're hot ****? F*** squid! Listen, you Southern hick, is what the Mexicans said true or not?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Don't know?"

Bert Lee sneered and pulled out handcuffs from his belt, "Then I'll have to invite you, the CIA Director, to an FBI interrogation room to ask around!"

"You wouldn't dare!" another CIA high-level pointed at him, "This is the CIA, the Central Intelligence Agency."

"As long as it's on U.S. soil, the FBI has the authority to demand cooperation from anyone; of course, you can choose not to cooperate, and I can take compulsory measures," Bert Lee said fiercely, his eyes locked on him.

That's right, the FBI really is that badass on domestic soil!

When the two sides would clash, the CIA often had to retrieve their people from the FBI, as the former had no law enforcement power domestically. If you made a fuss, you'd just get beaten.

And just at that moment, the CIA action team came running out from inside, guns in hand!

Seeing the other side draw their weapons, the FBI guys also got heated; you killed my men, I came seeking an answer, and this is how you treat me?

Do you think we're a pushover?

Bert Lee drew his Glock pistol, and his subordinates followed suit.

The standoff between the two sides ensued!

"Calm down! Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" William Webster's scalp tingled.

On the other side, Bert Lee was also lowering his voice, "Everyone be careful, don't shoot!"

Firing a shot would change the nature of things.

But suddenly, a pair of FBI handcuffs dropped to the ground with a clang, causing a stir. One of the new action team members from the back, already on edge, jittered—were they really going to get away with this?

His gun went off unintentionally!

CIA Director William Webster clutched his chest, his face a mask of disbelief as he fell to the ground!

"Director!"

"Director!"

The CIA people immediately exclaimed in shock.

Gilbert from the FBI was also stunned.

F***!

Who the hell fired that shot?!

I was just trying to scare them!

"Shooting! Shooting! The FBI is bullying us!"

The CIA's action team opened fire, killing two FBI agents. Now Gilbert was also furious, and a firefight broke out right at the doorstep of the Central Intelligence Agency.

This scene was also witnessed by many pedestrians passing by the CIA's doorstep, who were "slightly excited" to call the reporters.

"Hello! USA Today? I've got a big scoop for you, how much are you paying?"

"200 US dollars? F***! That's too little, The Los Angeles Times is offering 800, yes, it's shocking, and I've got a video, I'll send it to you."

"2000 US dollars? Deal! The FBI and CIA are shooting it out, yes, exchanging fire, anyone dead? Of course! I think I saw on the ground... William Webster!"

Screams of excitement came from the other end of the phone.

This was a huge story.

"Hurry, please deliver it to the local USA Today office, we can give you an additional 2000 US dollars!"

"OK! Wait for me!"

A piece of news that could be sold for so much, I could deliver it to Mexico with no problem.

Some smaller news outlets did not have such perks; by the time their reporters frantically arrived on the scene, the shootout had ceased, a police line had been drawn around the entrance, and inside there were over a dozen ambulances, with doctors and nurses bustling about.

The CIA folks nearby were understandably not pleased and knocked a reporter's camera to the ground, "What are you filming! No filming allowed!"

"We have the right to report!" a female reporter shouted.

"Report your ass!"

The CIA employee shouted as he forced her to the ground, grabbing her arm. Her skirt, worn as part of her attire, was pulled back by the friction with the ground, leading to an unintended exposure.

The surrounding reporters quickly captured this moment.

The news of the FBI and CIA shooting at each other on the street instantly trended online.

Every corner of the streets buzzed with talk about the incident.

If the FBI was considered a dog within the country,

Then the CIA was the dog shit!

The IRS (Internal Revenue Service) – that would make them the mutts.

Americans call it, "dog eat dog."

It's infamous to the extreme. You drive your car at night with a girl to hit the bars, and the FBI might even stop your car, claiming there are contraband goods inside, and then extort you.

This kind of thing has blown up many times.

There was even an incident where protesting students were beaten into a vegetative state. And then?

Administrative leave.

Dog biting dog, quite the thrill!

This is definitely something the public enjoys seeing, but for the U.S. Government, it is an unforgivable, foolish act!

Experience tales with empire

The FBI team led by Gilbert and others were immediately put on leave and jailed, and Director William Sessions was called by the boss to be chewed out.

"If Webster is dead, let those idiots be buried with him, get out!"

The boss, who always presented himself as a gentleman, cursed at the FBI Director. Sessions walked out with a dark expression, looking exhausted. Who would have expected such a thing to happen?

Gilbert's tantrum was also sanctioned by him.

But with an incident like this one, where Webster was shot, the boss, who was originally from the CIA, was naturally pissed with his own people.

What was right became wrong.

In fact, both sides had lost quite a few people, with the FBI losing 7 and the CIA losing 4, including a Deputy Director.

"Director, there's news from the hospital." An assistant hurried over, looking at him with eyes flashing with urgency, "William Webster... is dead!"

!!!!!!!

Was it impossible not to fight?

The Glock pistols used by the FBI are only 9 millimeters in caliber, so small. A shot to the chest and he's dead?

You're the head honcho at the CIA!

Did you... did you die too ignominiously?

Is your fate that f***ing bad?

Sessions looked as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed excrement. He glanced back at his boss's office, his expression tightening, "Let's get back!"

"Director, to do what?"

"Write a resignation letter!"

With William Webster dead, he inevitably had to give an account, better to do it proactively and gracefully. Otherwise, a passive approach would be even uglier.

However…

Sessions understood that his political career was over.

As a senior member of the intelligence department, he knew the United States now had its eyes on Kuwait, with its important oil reserves. A lot had been done to encourage restraint and calm, warning Iraq not to make a move.

They had even deployed frigates there.

But the situation was getting worse. CIA agents reported that the "Middle East Lion" forces were ready to give Kuwait a punch as a creditor, telling them that the debtor is the real boss!

In such a situation, the CIA Director responsible for foreign intelligence was killed by the FBI. How significant of an impact would that have?

Would the overseas agents lose heart?

Would the tough-headed CIA guys, for the sake of face, take him out? Sessions was truly frightened and hurried to resign!

F*** my life.

What a streak of bad luck.

The news of the CIA boss's death in the hospital was leaked to reporters by a "well-known person."

It caused a public uproar.

Even those watching the spectacle felt…it was overplayed.

In a New York hotel room.

Several Colombians gathered in a room, very quiet.

Watching a spokesperson read from a script on TV.

"Regarding the recent hot topic of the CIA and FBI shootout, The Pentagon takes this matter very seriously. After investigation, it was found to be a misunderstanding, which unfortunately led to casualties."

"William Sessions, the Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, is relieved of his duties."

"Floyd I. Clarke will act as interim director."

"Further, more in-depth reports on this matter will be provided. Thank you."

The newsreader seemed to be reading from a script, saying his piece without hesitation.

But discerning eyes could smell something was off. Why not mention the CIA's punishment? Could it be that William Webster is truly dead?

OMG!

In the 300-year history of the United States, this is a particularly severe internal event.

"Good! If the CIA and FBI are fighting each other, they won't have much energy to manage affairs. Tomorrow, act tomorrow, blow up the Statue of Liberty!"

The leading Colombian spoke fiercely.

"Carry out the plan as scheduled. Pretend to be tourists, and once close enough, toss the bomb! You can trust the bomb made by Spain's 'ETA', throw it and run!"

They were the Cali Cartel's "Dead Soldiers", the kind with their families held and made to work in the plantations. If these men disobeyed, their families would be executed by the Cali Cartel!

This was a common method drug traffickers used to retain Dead Soldiers.

"Boss… if we blow it up, can we even leave the United States?" a young drug trafficker, about twenty-something, nervously asked.

You ask him to kill someone on the street, he wouldn't blink an eye, but this is the United States!

If they got caught doing something like this, it could be worse than death.

Hearing his question, everyone looked at the boss, who irritably took a drag of his cigarette, his eyes sinister, "If you don't complete the mission, it's not just you who's going to die when you get back."

"Think about your families. Even if you have to use your body to set off that bomb, you still have to do it!"

"DEA has gone too far, Americans think they can mold us like clay. Let's show them who's the real pushover!"

"North American Drug Syndicate."

"¡Viva! (Long live!)"

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