Chapter 656

"I thought seta would be a lot smarter with the previous lessons, but I didn't expect this Imam to be so stupid. It's really disappointing."

Parliament hall.

Sean's anger is hard to calm.

"Really take Tijuana as his territory? He's killing himself!"

"Minister Sean, calm down."

Rodriguez sat opposite him and drank. Compared with Sean, he was much more calm about seta's sneak attack.

Although he looks gentle, his calm demeanor is really in line with the identity of a drug lord.

Even if they were sitting here, there were still gunshots outside.

Under the order of Sean, the local police of Tijuana have joined hands with Sinaloa to resist seta.

Drug traffickers and police investigators cooperate to clean up drug traffickers. This wonderful scene may only be seen in Mexico.

"You can't live because you've done evil. This Imam really thinks he can act recklessly. He's so arrogant. I'll suggest to the Central Committee to get rid of him."

Sean is full of authority.

The deep-rooted seta may be difficult to eliminate for a while, but it must be much less difficult to clean up alone.

There are only a few famous drug cartels in Mexico, but the big drug lords have changed from batch to batch. In fact, this is the truth.

Rodriguez was noncommittal.

Obviously.

In terms of closeness, Sean, a senior cabinet member, is undoubtedly inclined to Sinaloa.

Sean can be said to be the imperial envoy to deal with the riots in Tijuana. From his attitude, we can indirectly see that Rodriguez is much better than Imam in terms of official power.

This is normal.

After all, Sinaloa is the most powerful drug trafficking group in Mexico, and its network of contacts is certainly not comparable to a declining seta.

"Minister Sean, no!"

Suddenly.

Mayor Tijuana came in, hurried and flustered.

Rodriguez still sat there motionless.

Seta has been rooted in Tijuana for so long, or forced by force or lured by money. These local officials in Tijuana have long been captured and colluded with it, and the mayor naturally bears the brunt.

of course.

Interests still have no future.

Like director Kenny, the mayor of Tijuana also made a very rational choice at this sensitive juncture and under huge political pressure.

"What happened?"

Sean frowned, slightly dissatisfied.

The head of a city can't be so flustered.

"Kenny is dead."

Mayor mcchry was too busy to watch his words and expressions and reported it in a hurry.

"What?!"

Hearing the speech, Sean's face changed for a moment, and he couldn't help holding the chair to stand up.

"When did it happen? How did he die?"

"Morning! When I went to work, someone sent a box to the door. I opened it and found that it contained Kenny's head!"

Mcchry said with lingering fear. He should be very frightened. His face is a little white now.

Two government workers followed him in, with panic on their faces and a box in their hands.

"Minister Sean, look."

Sean subconsciously looked, his face trembled uncontrollably, and his heart missed half a beat.

you bet.

Not long ago, the Tijuana police chief who received his order to clean up seta had become a body with a bloody head in a box.

It goes without saying who did it.

Sean's lips trembled and stared at the head in the box. His eyes kept changing. He clenched his hands and didn't make a sound for a long time.

The parliament hall was quiet for a moment.

"Minister Sean, the news that Kenny was brutally killed by seta has been spread. Seta sent me his head and sent Kenny's body to the police investigation bureau, which led many police investigators to resign."

One bad news after another.

After listening to Macquarie's report, Sean angrily scolded: "a group of cowards who are greedy for life and afraid of death, the country raised them for nothing!"

"Minister Sean, what should we do now?"

Macquarie looked worried, completely unable to hide his true feelings.

Kenny's bloody lesson is in front of him. It must be bullshit to say he's not afraid.

Who knows if seta's next target will be himself?

In terms of the benefits of income, he takes more than Kenny.

"What should I do? A seta can really turn the sky?!"

That said, but Sean's shaking eyes showed that Kenny's head also caused him some excitement.

He's a little flustered now.

If isetta's strength in Tijuana is really desperate, let alone a police chief, I'm afraid even the parliament hall where they are now can be occupied every minute.

Based on past experience, never underestimate the degree of seta's madness.

"I called the president and asked for special forces support."

Regardless of face or official prestige, it is most important to protect life at this time. Sean clenched his teeth and immediately planned to call.

"Wait."

Rodriguez, who had not spoken, suddenly made a noise.

"Things haven't come to that stage yet."

He seemed to see through Sean's worries, raised his eyes, and said without haste: "Imam's killing of the chief of the police investigation is just an vent and demonstration. In seta's style, if he really plans to go to war with the government, it is impossible to remind you first, but directly occupy the main departments and kill all the officials."

Sean looked at him. Although he thought it sounded harsh, his uneasy mood was much calmer.

"What do you say now?"

"I'll talk to him."

Rodriguez is amazing.

Sean frowned and looked inside at Mike.

"You talk to him?"

"Of course."

Rodriguez nodded and smiled.

"His main goal is me. It's most appropriate for me to talk to him."

After that, he dialed his cell phone.

"Rodriguez, are you in a hurry to beg for mercy? Ha, I'm afraid you don't have this chance. I'll come to you soon..."

Imam's gloomy and cruel voice soon sounded from the other end.

Rodriguez smiled.

"Imam, don't bother so much. I'm in the parliament hall now. If you want to find me, you can come directly."

It seems that he didn't expect the other party to take the initiative to explode his address. Yimamu was silent and should be guessing whether there was any conspiracy.

"What?"

The corners of Rodriguez's mouth.

"Aren't you looking for me? I'll tell you the address now, but you're afraid?"

"Afraid?"

Imam sneered.

"I've never been afraid in my life. Since you want to die so much, I'll help you."

The frightening killing machine diffused through the radio waves.

"I'll wait for you."

Rodriguez smiled and hung up.