Chapter 652

"What about the dragon people? Haven't they been caught yet?"

Inside the manor.

Imam doesn't look very good.

Therefore, it also affected his men, and the surrounding horses responsible for protecting his safety were afraid to breathe.

"Boss, it should be fast."

It was a careful response from a man close to him.

"Tell them that if you don't come back in ten minutes, you'll never come back!"

Imam smoked his cigar and opened his mouth darkly.

The horror of Mexican drug traffickers is that they are cruel not only to their enemies, but also to their own people.

Even sometimes, their hands are stained with their own blood more than the enemy.

"Yes."

The confidant didn't dare to neglect, so he hurried aside and began to call.

But strangely, no one answered there.

The guy's face changed slightly, and then he fought again without giving up, and the result was still the same.

Suddenly, his heart sank.

In this business, what it means to not answer the phone can't be clearer.

But with so many brothers, why can't even a few new oriental people solve it?

Doubt belongs to doubt, but in this case, you still have to tell the boss.

The man named atley, who is also a high-level man in the seta drug cartel and is usually trusted by Imam, came back and lowered his voice.

"Boss, no one answered the phone."

Yimamu raised her head and looked at him fiercely.

"What are you talking about?"

Atley bowed his head and dared not say a word.

Yimamu pinched his cigar. As head of seta, he naturally knew what it meant for his men not to answer the phone. Those people didn't have the courage to play missing for him.

"A bunch of waste!"

The horses around him who were responsible for his personal safety were silent.

"Boss, are the three dragon people so powerful? Even if they ran away last time, they can kill all our people this time? We sent twenty or thirty people."

Atley asked questions.

Imam stared at him with a gloomy face.

"Speak up."

Atley hesitated for a moment and said tentatively, "boss, can someone be causing trouble?"

"The Sinaloa factory last night must have been deliberately designed and framed by someone. We didn't give an order to attack the factory at all, but we found our bodies at the scene, and the perpetrators deliberately left our mark after killing and setting fire, which clearly wants us to bear the black pot."

Seeing the boss staring at himself, atley continued with a hard head: "I doubt whether other drug trafficking groups are playing tricks in the dark. Let's fight with Sinaloa to catch fish in troubled waters and reap the benefits."

Imam's eyes flickered, and his attention was naturally attracted.

After all, compared with the factory massacre last night, the problems of the dragon people can be put aside first.

Although the authorities covered up the truth and the people didn't know it, this kind of thing happened. So many innocent workers died miserably, and they are still under great pressure in seta.

In the drug trafficking industry, although there is no saying that "the disaster is less than the family", everyone eats the rice of drug trafficking. Who has few processing plants, no opium poppy cultivation land and no need for farmers and workers?

Therefore, even if there are conflicts in different camps, few people do it to ordinary workers who work with money. This is also an unwritten tacit understanding in this industry, or only a little conscience left.

But this time, all the workers in the whole factory were killed without a living. The last bit of humanity in the drug trafficking industry was completely burned by the fire.

Although Yimamu doesn't care about his reputation and is not afraid of Sinaloa at all, I'm afraid no one will like carrying a black pot.

"If this is really done by other drug cartels, why do they just kill people, but they don't take away a gram of drugs in the factory? It's not a small sum of hundreds of kilograms of finished products and all kinds of drugs. They are willing to cremate them into ashes?"

Anger belongs to anger, but Yimamu's brain remains precious sober.

He actually thought about the idea that came out of atley.

At first glance, the fire is indeed suspected of provoking discord, but the key is that the drugs are also burned together. In this link, the argument of provoking discord makes no sense.

Those people can take drugs away, make a windfall and kill two birds with one stone. This is the most correct choice.

Atley was also asked. He couldn't think of a reasonable explanation for a moment, so he temporarily switched off the topic,

"Boss, director Kenny called early this morning and asked us to give him an explanation about last night's incident."

"That old guy, we give him so much money every month. Can't we feed him? Dare you ask me for an explanation?"

Yimamu's eyebrows are unruly and arrogant.

"OK, I can explain to him and let him come to me in person! I see if he has the courage."

you bet.

With his influence, not to mention a Tijuana police chief, even the mayor of Tijuana was not seen by him at all.

Usually, people call themselves brothers in order to make a fortune at ease. But I didn't expect that those guys who can live a comfortable life with his money really took themselves seriously.

If you really annoy him, it's a big deal to send someone directly to the police investigation headquarters.

It's not like it never happened.

Suddenly.

Atley's cell phone rang.

This guy was very happy. Subconsciously, it meant that he was sent to pick up the phone calls returned by the little brothers of the dragon people, but he took it up and looked, but he found it wasn't.

"What?"

After hearing the content from the phone, atley's face changed visible to the human eye.

"What's the matter?"

Imam said in a deep voice.

Atley put down his cell phone and looked a little hard to accept. He looked at Imam for a moment before spitting out: "boss, Rodriguez has come to Tijuana."

Hearing the name, Rao Yimamu's pupils contracted.

Rodriguez.

The leader of Sinaloa.

It is also known as the new generation of Mexican drug king.

At this juncture, he certainly didn't come to Tijuana for a holiday. He mostly came for revenge, or for seta.

In fact, the grudge between Sinaloa and seta has been settled since Guzman's time. The struggle has been going on for so many years, and now it is getting worse and worse.

"Come on, I'll see how many lives he has!"

"Send someone right away to monitor his movements. I want him to come in vertically and go out horizontally!"

Instead of trying to explain, Yimamu turned fighting into friendship. On the contrary, Yimamu was full of anger and murder.

"Inform everyone and cheer me up. If anyone can kill Rodriguez, he will be rewarded with 100 million!"

These drug dealers really don't have a coward.

My men dare not persuade me.

"Yes!"