Tijuana. Governor's Mansion.
Covering an area of over 50,000 square meters, it employs more than 600 workers, and at the entrance, armed soldiers from the Northern Army check all incoming and outgoing vehicles.
The rooftop was equipped with anti-aircraft weapons.
In just three minutes, the garrison troops could be fully deployed.
If there was a safe place in Mexico, it had to be here.
At this moment, in the governor's office.
Victor held a list, his eyebrows slightly raised, "Are you saying that all these are Soviet spies?"
Augustine Przybylski nodded but was also straightforward, "We don't know if it's true or false, but this comes from a defected Soviet who belonged to the KGB's foreign division."
Hearing this, Victor's expression changed, and he couldn't help but lament, "The empire is crumbling from within. If this list gets out, I'm afraid the entire intelligence community around the world would be shaken."