Chapter 669

"Where's the boy?"

mexico city,

Surrounded by two men, Imam walked out of the station and pressed his hat when he came to several black cars parked on the roadside.

"Get in the car."

The window is down.

It's Rutan.

Vigilant, looked around and found that no one was paying attention. Yimamu bent down to get on the car, and his men got on the car behind him.

This is the capital of Mexico. In addition, his appearance is too conspicuous, so he has to be careful.

"Why not escort him directly to Tijuana? I have to come here. Do you know how much risk I have to take?"

The convoy starts.

Imamuton started complaining.

As seta's leader and famous drug lord, he has always been on the wanted list of the Mexican government.

"He's the president's guest. I can't do it. I can only do it with you."

Ruta is outspoken.

Imam looked at him coldly.

This fat pig has collected so much money from himself, but whenever he encounters something risky, he will never come forward directly. He will only push it to him. It can be said that he is smart to the extreme.

Yimamu wanted to get angry, but he still had to rely on the other party at this time, so he could only suppress his emotions and said cleanly: "where is he now?"

"Lulaka hotel."

"How many people?"

"Just him and a woman."

Rutan said, "he was going to leave today, but I tried every excuse to drag him down."

"Thanks."

Imam's voice was cold. Although it was a thank-you, I couldn't hear much gratitude.

"You're welcome. We've been friends for so many years and have been cooperating very well. This little thing should be."

Yima Mupi smiled and the meat didn't smile. She didn't answer.

"Take one?"

Rutan opened the storage compartment and took out a box of cigars.

"No."

Imam seems to be thinking about revenge at this time.

Rutan didn't insist. He lit one happily and smoked it alone.

"You'd better keep quiet. It's too noisy. I can't make a job."

"Don't worry if I do things."

"Of course."

Rutan spits out his cigarette, holding a cigar in one hand and taking out a room card in the other.

"I've gone through the formalities for you. Just check in directly."

"Thanks."

Yimamu was also polite and reached out to take the hotel room card.

Maybe he saw that his interest was not high, and Rutan didn't say anything more. He sent Yimamu green directly to the hotel.

"Everything is going well."

Yimamu didn't say anything, pressed his hat, pushed the door and got off.

He didn't see that Luta's expression behind him gradually changed. His eyes were helpless and vicious, and the rest were all cold.

The best hotel in Mexico City is full of guests.

No one knew that the big drug lord Imam came in quietly.

"Boss, that guy lives upstairs. When will he start?"

"No hurry, wait for the evening."

Day and night alternate, sunset and moon rise.

Imam, who had been staying in the room to suppress the impulse of revenge, exhaled a long breath, looked ferocious, and took back his eyes from the window.

"Do it."

The two men immediately pushed the door out, first touched the kitchen, changed the hotel work uniform, and then pushed the table to Chen Liang's floor.

"This is it."

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong..."

The doorbell was rang.

Chen Liang opens the door.

"Hello, we are here to deliver meals."

"Just put it on the table."

Chen Liang returned to the living room, sat down on the sofa and continued reading the newspaper. The meal was very leisurely.

The two "waiters" looked at each other, and their eyes were full of killing opportunities. They did not choose to recklessly start, but quietly buried the prepared bomb under the dining table.

This equivalent is enough to blow the room to pieces.

The task was successfully completed. The two waiters left the room and returned downstairs again.

"Boss, the bomb has been laid."

"Very good."

Imam grinned grimly.

"Go, let's leave first."

The three left the hotel and didn't go far. They stood at the door of the hotel and looked up at the magnificent hotel building. They looked like Earth buns they couldn't afford.

"Go to hell against me!"

Yimamu held a device similar to a remote control and squeezed it hard.

The building was still brightly lit and nothing unusual happened.

Yima Mu was stunned and pressed it again.

There was still no movement.

His wild smile completely solidified, his face was full of anger, and he looked at his two men with the tip of a needle.

"What's going on?!"

The two men also looked confused and didn't know what was going on.

"Mr. imam, don't embarrass them. Your gift needs to be improved."

A voice came from behind, with a smile.

Yimamu suddenly turned back and his pupils contracted. He saw the Oriental standing behind him, weighing the bomb he had prepared for him.

After a brief shock, Yimamu subconsciously reached into his arms and wanted to draw a gun.

But at this time, "forced wave ~ forced wave ~ forced wave..."

The loud siren sounded, and police cars came at a high speed and stopped at the door of the hotel.

"Hold your head with both hands and squat down!"

The special police quickly got out of the car, raised their guns and firmly aimed at the three imams.

"Fuck you..."

A drug dealer planned to resist fiercely, but before he took out his gun, there was a sound of fire snake huff and puff.

He trembled and collapsed to the ground, and the blood slowly gathered together on the ground.

The remaining drug dealer looked around and found that he had been surrounded and had no way to escape.

"Boss!"

Yimamu is biting her teeth and staring at Chen Liang like a ghost.

"How do you know..."

Before he finished, he saw the door of a police car open and the potbellied Rutan came down.

Imam's expression was stiff, his eyes began to congest, and his temples kept beating.

"Imam, give up unnecessary resistance. You're under arrest."

Rutan said with awe inspiring righteousness.

without doubt.

He was betrayed.

"Rutan, aren't you afraid I'll shake out all your things?"

He didn't understand why the fat pig dared to betray him.

You know, they can be said to be grasshoppers on a rope.

The special police rushed fiercely and controlled them.

Imam did not make senseless resistance.

After the special police took off Yimamu's gun and handcuffed his hands, Rutan came close to Yimamu's ear and whispered.

"There is no feast in the world that never ends. Imam, don't blame me, just blame you for provoking people you shouldn't."

"Use the rest of your life to repent slowly."

Imam's canthus want to crack. If the eyes can kill, Lutan may not even leave ash.

“tui。”

Spit on his face. Rutan stepped back and said, "take it away!"

"I won't let you go!"

Imam struggled to be taken to the car by the special police.

Upstairs.

Annabel stood at the window and witnessed the scene.