Capítulo 1467: Chapter 693: New Factions!

In the Canadian city of Toronto, far from the political whirlpool.

Ethan Hunt, nicknamed “Cannon Man,” is on the hunt.

Of course, this was a name secretly given to him by the Director of the Mexico Counterintelligence General Bureau: Jeff Bennett.

He once said a very famous line, “Never offend him, otherwise, he’ll make you call him Daddy.”

He is now a key deputy in the Hydra Organization’s intelligence structure.

Without the constraints of an official identity, he’s completely unleashed.

His body seems truly made of iron.

He had just finished soothing the 74-year-old “old darling” Dorothy Rodham, who was far away in Washington and madly obsessed with him, over the phone with his honey-drenched voice, promising the next secret meeting and “soul exchange,” after all, she did pay.

He’s not a scumbag; he doesn’t leave the other party without mental consolation when given money. He’s a “Soul Calmer.”

The Lv Ziqiao kind.

Hanging up the phone, his amused smile turned toward the softly curved, wild-eyed waitress in the bar.

Dealing with young girls like this, he doesn’t even need to use many tricks. A touch of perfectly timed melancholy, a few phrases that sound like life philosophy bullshit, coupled with accidentally revealing an expensive watch and the dangerous charm honed overseas, is usually enough.

Tonight was no exception.

A few lines of small talk, an “accidental” touch, a brief conversation about “freedom” and “escape,” and the prey was hooked.

An hour later, in a room of a high-end hotel in Toronto.

The fierce sounds had just subsided, the air filled with a mix of hormones and alcohol.

Ethan leaned against the headboard, lighting a post-act cigarette, with a few fresh red marks still lingering on his well-defined muscular arms.

The waitress, who called herself “Lena,” was rinsing off in the bathroom.

Ethan, bored, scanned the room, his eyes landing on a seemingly out-of-place canvas bag she had tossed on a chair.

The bag wasn’t completely zipped, revealing its chaotic contents: cosmetics, a crumpled pack of cigarettes, and a small square wrapped in colorful foil.

The way the foil was wrapped was very particular.

Ethan raised an eyebrow.

The instinct of an intelligence agent overcame the post-coital laziness.

He extended two fingers, very precisely pinched the small foil square out, and brought it under his nose for a gentle sniff.

An extremely faint, slightly sweet, chemically peculiar smell.

At this moment, Lena came out wrapped in a towel, her wet hair sticking to her forehead. Seeing what Ethan was holding, her expression slightly changed, but quickly returned to that indifferent look, walking over to take it back: “Hey, don’t mess with others’ things.”

Ethan flipped his wrist, easily dodging, the other hand holding the cigarette, pointing the tip at the foil package: “What’s this? A new candy?”

His tone was mocking.

Lena smirked, a bit boastful: “You don’t understand, this is new stuff, ‘Extraterrestrial Object,’ it’s pretty potent.”

“Extraterrestrial Object?”

Ethan repeated, the name unfamiliar, “Who made it? The Mexico folks don’t have time for new tricks now.”

He asked on purpose.

“Mexico? Colombia?”

Lena scoffed, drying her hair with a towel as she spoke, “Old news! Their territories have almost been wiped out, now supply is very tight. This comes from the East, those Asian guys, really fierce.”

She leaned in a bit, lowering her voice in a conspiratorial tone, as if sharing a secret: “I heard it’s made by a chemical genius nicknamed ‘Second Brother,’ much more potent than the old stuff, and hard to detect.”

Ethan’s heart skipped a beat, but his face remained calm. “Second Brother”? Asian Drug King? That’s a new piece of intel.

Hydra’s reach is wide, but their penetration into emerging Asian forces is still ongoing.

“Oh? Interesting.” Ethan feigned interest, shaking the package, “How does it taste?”

“Feels like heaven!!”

Lena’s eyes began to shine, “And the channel is impressive, I heard a big shot named Ye Zhenli is helping distribute it, coming straight from the sea, very easy to get into Canada. This stuff is starting to become popular in Toronto now.”

Ye Zhenli?????

The name Ethan remembered, a Chinese descendant businessman walking the line between pharmaceuticals and the underworld, colluding with emerging Asian drug lords, taking advantage of the Mexican drug traffickers’ setbacks to capture the North American market…

Reportedly sponsored by the CIA and The Pentagon, initially planning to establish a warlord force, but seemed to have become more low-key now.

This is no longer a simple pack of drugs.

This is a signal that the power dynamics have shifted!

Ethan Hunt tossed the pack of “Extraterrestrial Object” back to Lena, extinguishing the cigarette butt.

“Sounds exciting.” He pulled a casual smile, as if the previous conversation was just another post-act flirtation, “Next time, maybe I’ll give it a try.”

Lena took back the foil package, a hint of smugness in her eyes, evidently thinking that her knowledge and network had attracted this mysterious, charming man.

She was about to say something else when Ethan had swiftly turned over and gotten out of bed.

“Too bad, I just remembered an urgent transoceanic meeting,” he said while quickly putting on his pants with a slightly apologetic tone, “You know, business matters, always beyond control.”

His movements were smooth and fast, carrying an efficiency from strict training.