Chapter 787

Colorado prison.

Guzman, who has recovered, returned to the prison room.

Because of his special status, the prison still treated him differently. Other prisoners are four people in a cell, but he has always lived alone.

"Guzman, come out."

Suddenly, the iron door of the prison room was opened, and a prison guard came in and shouted.

Guzman in bed opened his eyes.

"What's the matter?"

"Come out as soon as you come out. There's so much to say. Hurry up!"

Even though he used to be a big drug lord, at this time, the little prison guard shouted at him and didn't pay attention to him at all.

The tiger is bullied by the dog.

Everyone knows.

This "dwarf" can't get out of here alive in this life.

A tiger without teeth and claws is worse than a cat. Who will be afraid?

Guzman got out of bed, put on his shoes, followed the guards out of the cell, crossed the cell area and was taken to a separate room.

"Go in."

The C.O. gave him a push.

Guzman stumbled into the room and found a man with glasses sitting inside.

"Who are you?"

Guzman sat down in a chair.

“CIA。”

The other party held his eyes.

"Guzman, we don't have to talk so much nonsense. Answer me, who is this man?"

The glasses man took out some photos and put them on the table. Then he slowly pushed them over.

Guzman looked down.

The characters in the photo are wearing white coats and masks. It is akiwan who sneaked in before.

"Aren't you wearing glasses? Can't you see clearly? This is a doctor."

"Guzman, you'd better be honest. It's good for you and me."

Although wearing a pair of glasses, the man's temperament is cloudy. His eyes are sharp and close to Guzman, forming a strong sense of oppression.

"Is he your son, akivan Guzman?"

"My son?"

Guzman raised his head.

"Are you kidding? My son is in Mexico. How could he be here?"

"Pa!"

The man with glasses suddenly patted the table, his face as heavy as water.

"Guzman, I know you are good at camouflage, but in front of me, you don't want to act. You buy prison guards, let them help you contact the outside world, hire cold front mercenaries, and bring your son to America. We all know these things. Those prison guards you buy will spend the rest of their lives in iron windows like you!"

Guzman did not change his face.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water. It should describe his current state of mind.

Anyway, it's already life imprisonment. Even if there are more charges, what's the impact?

There is no death penalty in America.

"Guzman, don't think we can't do anything to you. This is not Mexico, this is our territory! We have many ways to deal with you! If you don't want to suffer too much like your son, cooperate with us honestly."

The man with glasses is a CIA intelligence officer, but he seems to be more like a drug dealer than the big drug lord opposite.

"Answer me, where is your son now?"

Guzman closed his mouth and a subconscious anger appeared in his eyes.

"You have caught me and achieved your goal. Why do you torture my son so much?"

"It seems that your son did come in."

The glasses man said coldly, "it's not us who do it to your son, but Rodriguez. You can only hate these former men. Now tell me the whereabouts of your son. He falls into the hands of our CIA and has a way to live, but if Rodriguez catches him, the end will be unpredictable."

Looking at the man with glasses who did not hide his threat, Guzman raised his mouth and even smiled.

"I'm not scared or stupid. If akivan falls into your hands, what's the difference between it and Rodriguez? Isn't your CIA all hands and eyes? Since you're so sure that my son is in America, you just go and catch him directly. Why come here and ask me? Isn't it unnecessary?"

"Or is your CIA getting more and more incompetent?"

"Teng!"

The glasses man suddenly stood up, leaned forward, grabbed Guzman's collar and forcibly lifted it up.

"Guzman, don't be complacent. It's not good for your father and son to provoke us. If you are sensible, let your son turn himself in, or don't blame us for being cruel."

"Bah!"

Guzman was rude and spit directly on the man with eyes.

"It's all butchers. What kind are you pretending to be? The blood in your CIA's hands is not much less than mine. You think you really treat yourself as a good man with a layer of skin?"

"You want to die!"

The glasses man was furious, or used to being domineering, swung his fist and hit Guzman in the face.

Wearing handcuffs and shackles, coupled with his short stature, Guzman was no match at all. More accurately, the once powerful drug lord did not resist at all. He was beaten to the ground with a fist and immediately covered his face and began to shout.

"Hit someone! Help! Someone hit someone!"

Seeing this, the eye man was more stimulated. He took off his eyes polluted by saliva and rushed over with a few feet.

The once frightening drug lord can only shrink in the corner and try to protect his head. He is pitiful and helpless.

There is reincarnation in the way of heaven. Who has the heaven spared.

Finally.

A prison guard rushed in when he heard the news and hurriedly separated the two.

"Help! Help!"

Guzman's helpless and miserable cry for help.

The man with glasses held by two prison guards had red eyes and looked ferocious.

"Guzman, you'll see your son's body soon, I promise!"

……

National Security Agency.

Charlie dent, a senior consultant, got a call,

From a colleague department, CIA.

"Mr. Charlie, as a national public official, colluded with drug cartels to help them escape arrest. Do you know what the crime is?"

Sure enough.

It's never good to be found by these spies.

Charlie dent didn't change his face.

"Do you know what is the crime of arbitrarily framing and slandering senior federal officials?"

"Mr. Charlie, we already know that you used your private rights and personal influence to help Guzman's son akiwan visit Guzman illegally. As a senior federal official, you know the law and break the law..."

"Stop."

Charlie dent interrupted it directly.

"Others are afraid of your CIA, but I'm not afraid. We should pay attention to evidence when talking. If you really get evidence about my private use of public rights and violation of the law, you are welcome to sue me at any time instead of calling me. This is just a waste of each other's time."

Charlie Dent's attitude was extremely tough. He disdained to communicate with the other party. He didn't give the other party a chance to talk more. After talking, he hung up the phone directly.