He walked over to the window, pulled back the curtain, and looked down. Sure enough, he saw a man standing below, wearing a suit in the middle of the night. Who the hell dresses up like that now?
Suddenly, the other man raised his head and smiled at him.
Ethan's face twitched, "Got it, I'm coming down now."
He turned off the shredder, glanced at the knick-knacks, and then went downstairs.
At the door, he sized up the other person, "I don't know you, sir."
"I'm from the North."
Major General Ethan Hunt furrowed his brows, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Drug traffickers are fucking bastards." The man suddenly burst out with this line.
Ethan's eyes lit up at that statement.
"Victory belongs to Victor!"
This was actually a code...
Drug traffickers wouldn't curse themselves, surely, only a 'Divine' being could fail to realize that.
