Chapter 235: The DEA Learns the Truth
After taking out the Gulf Cartel in a single surgical strike, Alex returned to the headquarters of Los Zetas, where he met up with Maria. Maria had been depressed since the night of their date where the two of them were kidnapped by the Jalisco Cartel.
The reason for this was simple... The two guys who were interested in her were both murderers and madmen. Though Alex was slightly better than Angel, specifically because he was basically forced into this life, or that’s how he made it seem. The fact remained that her luck was terrible.
She escaped without injury thankfully, but since that day she had been secluding herself in the room she was provided where all she did was drink away her sorrows. It was because of this that after a brief shower to clean the blood and gore off of himself, Alex knocked on her door.
Maria’s tears could be overheard from within, and because of this Alex knocked again, while voicing his thoughts on her current miserable state.
“Maria... Can you please come out and talk to me... It’s not healthy to lock yourself away and spend your days drinking like this...”
Yet the only thing Alex heard was a harsh scream, one filled with anger, sorrow, and hatred.
“Go away! I never want to see your face again you fucking murderer!”
Alex sighed heavily as he heard this. He turned around, prepared to begin his next task, and ignore the woman, when someone else revealed themselves to be standing directly in front of him.
Amahle was already in her tactical gear, kitted up, and prepared for the next mission. The next target that La Madre had tasked Alex and Amahle with hitting was a facility that was important to what remained of the Sinaloa cartel.
The Sinaloa Cartel was currently collapsing, and because of this Mexico was already in a state of chaos prior to the damage Alex had inflicted on Jalisco and the Gulf Cartels. Now it was a free for all, and because of this La Madre planned to make some serious gains.
The ebony assassin had a cold expression on her otherwise pretty face, but that was perfectly normal for her. Her tone was equally chilling as she told Alex about his next job in only three words.
Still, the money was too tempting, and thus the man whistled towards the armed guards who were supposed to protect him. They had not overheard the conversation he was having with the American agents, but at the same time, he had no idea if they were being paid by the Zetas to spy on him. Thus he motioned towards the door, and the two armed men left the office behind.
Once they had done so, the fat and balding Mexican federal agent sighed heavily, before reaching into his desk and pulling out a dossier, which he handed over to Carmen. The woman quickly opened the file to see Alex’s face clearly on display. It was a photo taken by an airport security camera when the man first arrived in the country.
“As you suspected, he’s an American citizen, and quite the big shot at that. The boy is a professional athlete, and the son of a multibillionaire. From our investigation, he has had a few run-ins with the law in South Korea, as well as the authorities in America.
But for whatever reason, upon Mexico he somehow got mixed up with the Zetas. I don’t know why someone like him would get involved in this war, but there’s no mistaking it. Your El Cucuy is none other than Alex Smith...”
Carmen stared at the photo once more and shared it with her partner, who took one look at Alex’s face and couldn’t help but make a comment on it.
“Shit... He is handsome... How the hell did you know?”
The mature beauty simply made a smug smile before answering with a nonanswer.
“Like I said, it was just a hunch... Alright, where is this bastard now?”
The agent quickly collected the cash before the DEA could revoke the offer, before essentially telling them to figure out the rest themselves.
“I have no idea, that is up for you to find out... Enjoy your stay here in Mexico, but I warn you, things are not exactly what you would call stable right now...”
With this said, the DEA now knew about Alex’s involvement in the Mexican Drug War. What they would do with this information however, was up to them.