Mission: Impossible – Drug Nation

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One of those splendid summer nights when a bit of fresh air finally comes to shake the cities stunned by the daytime heat. One of those nights that honest people would like to spend gazing at the stars from a balcony, or enjoying a drink on a swing while taking stock of their lives, their thoughts clearer in the nighttime contrast. And then suddenly, a spotlight comes on with a dull thud.

In its beam, a cloud that was drifting peacefully is suddenly illuminated and job function email database resembles an immense zeppelin above the city. A second searchlight comes on and also searches the sky. Then a third joins in, a fourth, and soon, night has become day. Near me at the window, Diego trembles a little when the sirens begin to wail, mournful.

"Boss, what's going on?
" "It's summer, my good Diego. You know what it's like every summer," I said, twirling my cigar to punctuate my remarks.
"But no! Is this an attack? Are we being bombed?
" "Come on, you little coward! Look! 
" "But boss, the searchlights!
" "They're not just searchlights: it's the Spoiler Signal. 
" "Oh? But there's only one, logically, right?
" "Certainly. But look! It's summer, it's the season for shit, you should have known that by now! Look, you see the searchlight over there looking for a cloud to reflect off of? It's calling me to go and take care of Fantastic Four . And that one, which its crew seems to be struggling to maneuver? It's for Reborn . Look, and this one is for Mission: Impossible – Rogue Nation  !"
– And that one?
– Pay attention! That one's the one on the roof that I set to automatically focus on anything that sounds like a scooter. Look Diego, we've got one! A guy with big glasses who spins his ridiculous vehicle around by the handlebars every time he crosses a sidewalk! My favorites! Quick, my rascal's duck trap, Diego! You'll see... there you go. Okay, it's still moving a little. Listen, sir, I don't want to pay another penny for you, so don't complain so loudly, I'd like to sleep with the windows open tonight, it's summer, damn it.
– Okay, boss, but what about the other spotlights?

Resting my steaming duck on its stand by the window, I consider my naive servant.

"Well, I can't be everywhere. I think that Hollywood, being incapable of putting me out of work through quality, has decided to try to get me through quantity. Okay, we'll try to do what we can.
" - Okay, but which one first?
- We have a choice. I'm bombarded with emails for Fantastic Four . But I've already done superhero work recently. And then, I already did the previous Mission Impossible .
- So?
- ​​Let's look at the professional reviews.