"What's going on with the peasant and worker movement that recently sprang up in Mexico?" At the CIA's Metropolis office, Kayla hurried down the stairs, saying with considerable displeasure, "You couldn't keep watch over something this important? Do you know how much blame I'll take for this?"
Her subordinate behind her wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Our agents were watching them closely, but their leader keeps appearing and disappearing without a trace. We don't even know where he came from..."
"The news says he's working with drug traffickers... My God, are we relying on the news for intelligence now?" Kayla rolled her eyes. "Mobilize personnel immediately and stop them. Do I really need to emphasize that?"
"But... all our personnel in South America are embedded in drug trafficking organizations, so they can't move freely. If we transfer people from the East Coast, it'll be difficult for them to blend in successfully. I've already pulled a group of local agents to search for those people's whereabouts," her subordinate replied.
"The DEA on the West Coast will cooperate with us. Ease up on anti-drug work for now and focus everything on this. The pressure from above is enormous!" Kayla sighed. "We all know how important Mexico is. It can be invisible—or rather, it can only be invisible. It absolutely cannot descend into chaos."
"Oh, and when you find them, don't act rashly. I hear their leader is no ordinary person. If you alert them and they disappear again, the two of us can resign and get the hell out by the end of the year."
After saying that, Kayla quickly entered her office. She tossed her ring of keys onto the desk, sat down in her chair, let out a long breath, and rubbed her brow anxiously.
Before she had