Chapter 233: The Fall of the Gulf Cartel
Alex sat on the ledge of a helicopter, his rifle in hand as he twitched with the urge to wage battle. Below the helicopter some ways back were a series of makeshift armored vehicles, and technical which the cartels employed to wage war against each other and the state.
But Alex didn’t care about this. His goal was to land in the enemy compound’s barrier and kick down the door. There was one objective with this attack: kill everyone, kill the leader of the gulf cartel, kill his family, kill his lieutenants, kill his soldiers, hell even kill his kitchen staff.
This was an attack that the Gulf Cartel was not expecting, and the Zetas had deployed every hitman they could find to wage it. Not to mention a few poor strangers they kidnapped on the streets, hopped up on meth, and handed an AK for the sake of soaking up bullets.
Was it moral? Absolutely not. Did Alex care at this moment? Fuck no, he was too high to care about anything. His teeth were chattering as a bullet whipped past his face, causing him to aim down his 3x magnifier and holographic sight combination where he squeezed the trigger sending a burst of lead down range and towards the source of the gunfire.
Nimbly dodging the machine gun fire, and rocket-propelled grenades the helicopter landed exactly where they planned where without a single regard for his safety Alex rushed through gunfire and towards cover.
After hiding behind a brick planter, Alex fired a few gunshots towards the enemy, who popped their heads out of cover to return fire every few seconds. As the gunshots narrowly missed Alex’s own face, he sent his own projectiles down range, tearing through the skulls of his opponent.
Meanwhile, the machine gunner in his unit laid down suppressing fire. Which kept the enemy’s heads down long enough for Alex to close the gap where he put four rounds in each of their chests before stacking up to the door.
Needless to say the surviving leaders of the Gulf Cartel turned traitor the moment they heard the fearsome milf’s demand. And thus, in a single surgical strike which occurred over the span of a single night, the mighty Gulf Cartel which had been operating for decades came to an end.
The surviving Sicarios of the Gulf Cartel flocked to the ranks of the Zetas. Giving more men and resources at La Madre’s disposal. Now that the Gulf Cartel was taken care of, the beautiful drug queen turned her focus elsewhere. To the already collapsing Sinoloa Cartel. If she could take out what remained of their leadership and seize their assets then maybe they too would crumble as quickly as the Gulf Cartel had.
Regardless, the next target had been set, and all that was left was for Selena to make use of her most valuable weapon. But Alex would not be undertaking this next mission alone. Instead, the beautiful African Assassin was currently getting dressed in her tactical equipment, while La Madre drank a glass of the most expensive wine in the world.
There was a cold and callous expression on Amahle’s face as she finished putting on her chest rig, which sat beneath her large breasts. Her words were equally stoic as she re-uttered the command that La Madre had just given her moments prior.
“I understand the objective of my mission... If Alex goes rogue, or learns the truth about how his identity was leaked... He will be eliminated...”
La Madre smirked when she heard this, swallowing down the rest of the wine in her glass, before responding to Amahle’s statement with an almost insidious tone in her otherwise alluring voice.
“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that...”