"Since these two groups were always at odds, our strategy was to find a way to infiltrate Cartel Denaloa with X. We targeted a prominent young member of the cartel, known for his love of women. We used a beautiful woman to lure him in, easily capturing him and then killing him. We performed surgery to change X's appearance to match that young member's. At that time, X was well-trained and ready.
After changing his appearance, X had to learn everything about the young man to perfectly mimic him without arousing suspicion. We were on a tight schedule, so it took only two days to complete everything, marking the beginning of X's infiltration into Cartel Denaloa. This was a significant drug cartel, and X became a proficient drug dealer, knowledgeable about the entire process from production to market distribution. He was..."
Professor Michael was interrupted.
"Boss, you're confusing me. First, you said you got him into the CIA. Now, where do these drugs come in?" He was puzzled and felt he was being misled.
"Hahaha, I see you're eager to know the truth. Listen carefully, my son, and you'll understand."
"The goal of infiltrating that cartel and changing X's appearance was to use him to persuade the cartel leader to negotiate with the CIA. They would claim they knew the whereabouts of the son of Sinapei the Cartel's leader, Rodriguez Sinapei, who had killed a U.S. officer. The plan was that once they were allowed to communicate with the CIA and provide the information on Sinapei's son, they would demand that the U.S. government not interfere with their operations. They promised not to disrupt the U.S. in return and would offer significant cooperation when needed."
“That was his main task, which is why we chose him to take the place of a highly trusted young member of the cartel's leader. We knew it would make it easier to be listened to. It took only two months to gain acceptance, as it was a very risky endeavour. Soldiers are always soldiers, and even if agreements are sought, there's a high chance they’ll remain loyal to their country and not listen to you. Being accepted led to negotiations between the cartel and the CIA through regular officers who passed the information up the chain, leading to official communications. X himself was chosen to organize the capture of Rodriguez Sinapei. He sought out the leader of Sinapei the Cartel and pleaded, claiming that Cartel Denaloa was bankrupt after a shipment was seized, thus needing assistance from their rival cartel.”
“It took a long time to gain acceptance and they were mocked derisively. Eventually, they were granted aid on the condition that they were loaned drugs under the supervision of their rival cartel, and when they resumed their business, they would repay with heavy interest. The person responsible for taking them to these secret warehouses, promised by the rival cartel, was Rodriguez Sinapei. This was the opportunity X used to have Rodriguez captured by the CIA, as they were tracking them everywhere. X had a small communication device in his mouth, which he chewed like gum. After Rodriguez was captured, X requested the CIA leader to allow him to work with them as an informant because he loved that nation and was involved in the drug cartels merely to survive. It wasn’t easy, but he managed to convince the leader.”
"He spent one year working with the CIA as their secret informant within the Cartel Denaloa because all members of Sinapei the Cartel were killed by the CIA after capturing the leader’s son. The son was tortured and revealed the location of their headquarters. The CIA didn’t spare a single ant; they destroyed everything and killed every living being they found breathing. Gradually, he gained the trust of some CIA leaders due to his effectiveness in their operations. The mission that secured his entry into the CIA was being sent to Colombia, where he successfully rescued an American hostage who had been kidnapped there."
"That's how he managed to enter the CIA," the old man concluded, standing up and leaving the living room. He climbed the stairs to rest, leaving his young protégé deep in thought.
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When the man calling himself Cosmas Lauren was giving his statement on a widely trusted news outlet, it quickly spread among the populace. Among those watching the live broadcast was the Nayrah family. It was a nightly routine for them to watch the news and other significant reports to stay informed about the state of their country.
They were in the living room. At the head of the large table sat an elderly man, intently watching the television while eating slowly. This was Nayrah's father, old Mr. Hashim, who found solace in the TV, as he often felt very lonely. Mr. Hashim had a mental illness.
He stopped eating and froze like a statue when he saw the face of a man he could never forget. This man had ruined his life, plunging him from wealth to extreme poverty in just one minute, erasing all the success he had painstakingly achieved in his youth. Tears streamed down the old man's cheeks, which deeply saddened everyone in the room. Nurryat, also known as Nayrah, told her younger siblings to focus on their schoolwork, pretending there was a family discussion so they left the room. This left only three people in the living room.
Nayrah's face was wet with tears. It was one of the worst moments of her life to see her father crying, especially given his mental condition, and she didn't know how to comfort him as his daughter. Her mother approached her husband and hugged him, showing her deep affection. They had been through a lot together, starting with nothing, to eventually achieving great wealth, only to be dragged back into poverty by other people.
The man stood up in a fit of rage and locked himself in one of the rooms in the luxurious house, surprising both Nayrah and her mother. They were well aware of his mental health issues, and his actions worried them greatly because they knew he was usually incapable of such behaviour. They hurried to the room he had entered and knocked but received no response. Nayrah ran outside, frantically calling out.
"Junior, Junior!" she yelled as she rushed towards the small, elegant house nearby. Ahead, she saw a young man she regarded as her protector, tasked with ensuring her safety at all times. She knew him only as Jr., which is why she called him Junior, though she didn't know his full name. She found him holding two coffee cups, seemingly expecting her as if he knew she would come.
"You should walk carefully; it's late at night. If you get hurt, I'll have to take you to the hospital when you should be resting for work tomorrow," he said, sounding like he was joking, but his face was very serious as he handed her one of the cups. She was too distressed to take it at first, but his serious demeanour compelled her to calm down and accept the cup. He was not as lighthearted as he had seemed the first time they met.
"Can you explain what made you rush over here like that so I can go to bed? I'm very tired. Ensuring someone's safety all day is one of the hardest jobs, especially for someone like you who understands nothing. I'm doing this out of respect, so don't think you have any leverage over me. I have a very tough job ahead of me, saving millions of lives, so don't think I'm here to waste time," he spoke with his natural deep voice, which Nayrah was hearing for the first time. She had been warned that if she thought he had no other duties, she was gravely mistaken. She needed to keep boundaries with him, as he wasn't just someone she could casually order around.