The matter was quickly reported to the Tijuana Governor's Office. Victor flew into a rage and sent George Smiley to the scene, while Guard Commander Joseph Xiafei went to the hospital to visit Goebbels.
Squeak, squeak~
After driving the heavy pickup truck backward, the two Mercedes-Benz cars mashed inside finally emitted screams, a total mess.
Light rain began to fall from the sky.
George Smiley declined the umbrella offered by his subordinate.
"Damn, if I can't handle this, do I get rained on?"
"Go back home and farm!"
"Officer, Mr. Goebbels' secretary and bodyguards are dead," a member of the rescue team reported.
George Smiley nodded, "Did those drivers say anything?"
"The driver of the rear vehicle said he fell asleep and didn't see the car in front; the driver of the front vehicle said he just didn't like being behind..."
"Fell asleep, huh."
"Come on, take him to the interrogation room. I want to see to what extent he was 'asleep!'"
