Chapter 236: A Battle of Mexican Milfs
Alex was locked and loaded, and traveling in the back seat of a technical, as he and Amahle drove off the objective they were tasked with attacking. It was another processing facility, however instead of belonging to Jalisco, it belonged to the Sinaloa cartel.
For some time now, the Sinaloa cartel had been collapsing. In fact, it was one of the reasons why the violence and chaos in Mexico had escalated. After all, the Sinaloa cartel was the largest cartel, but with its leaders ending up behind bars, or worse, it had slowly begun to collapse.
Every one of its rival was now fighting for a piece of the pie. And while the Zetas and Jalisco were particularly well known for their violence, both against cartels, the government, and civilians. The Sinaloa were known as the “good guys” insofar as they tried their best not to get people who were not about that life involved in their violence.
With the collapse of the Gulf Cartel by Alex’s hand, as an instrument of La Madre’s will, and the massacre of the Knight’s Templar Cartel by Jalisco a few years back. This really left only two major cartels vying for the assets and territory of the Sinaloa.
Of course, with Alex’s intervention in the Mexican Drug War, you now had Jalisco reeling from repeated losses, and because of this the Zetas had suddenly gained the upper hand. Especially after seizing the assets and territory of the Gulf Cartel.
Thus, it was a race against time for the Zetas to deal a lethal blow to the already collapsing Sinaloa Cartel, and to seize their power before Jalisco could send their troops to do the same. It was because of this that Alex was leading a strike against one of Sinaloa’s largest processing facilities. While Amahle was tasked with venturing deep into Sinaloa territory to silently eliminate its remaining leadership.
Alex had once more consumed enough cocaine to stop the heart of an ordinary man, and because of this he was wired to the gills as he played with the safety of his AK-105, flipping it on and off and a particular irritating display of what one might call an overwhelming excess of energy.
But before Amahle could yell at him to stop, the sound of the heavy machine gun mounted on the back of the pickup truck they were sitting in resonated in the air as it opened fire on an enemy position. Seeing this as his cue to get into the fight, Alex placed his helmet on his head, before jumping out of the vehicle and straight into enemy fire.
Alex took a 5.56 projectile straight to the chest as he exited the vehicle, but other than dealing some blunt force trauma that would knock the wind out of a man not hopped up on cocaine, he was entirely unaffected. Particularly because of his drug abuse, and the fact that he was wearing NIJ Level IV plates.
Thus, Alex opened fire, holding down the trigger as he sprayed a wave of projectiles towards the hostile positions. He also ran towards cover in between his bursts, doing his best to get behind something that could protect him from the oncoming bullets which, for the grace of god missed him entirely.
The rest of Alex’s team deployed from the vehicle while the heavy machine guns and rocket pods mounted on the back of the pickups laid down suppressive fire on the enemy positions. Once the Sinaloa sicarios were well and truly suppressed, Alex dashed towards them, spending his magazine as he riddled them full of bullet holes.
His men could just barely follow his lead as Alex cleared the entryway of the processing facility. Whereupon ejecting an empty mag, and inserting a fresh one, Alex kicked down the door. Luckily for him, it wasn’t booby trapped, or he could have lost his life then and there in a coke fueled rampage.
Like the previous processing facility, there were workers inside, who tried their best to escape from the hailstorm of bullets that were exchanged between Alex’s team, and those Sinaloa sicarios who had not already fled from the sudden assault.
While Alex was storming the facility, Amahle had deployed from the technical with her sniper rifle in hand. She had other places to be, and used the chaos of this event to slip deep into enemy lines, where she would target the remaining leadership of the Sinaloa cartel with a series of precise assassinations.
Carmen lost her reason for a second, and was quick to rise to her feet, reaching for her gun once more in an attempt to avenge her fallen comrade.
“You fucking bitch!”
However, La Madre reminded the woman of what would happen to her if she tried anything, and with a particularly conceited tone in her voice.
“Ah ah ah! Let’s not blow things out of proportion here... You wouldn’t like the consequences that would occur if you were to do anything foolish... Now sit! Let’s have a reasonable discussion between two women... That boy you’re after...
You do realize even if you bring that dossier home, you will never be able to convict him, right? He’s worth half as much as I am. He could easily buy any jury or judge you put him in front of, and be acquitted of any charges with prejudice. After all, you and I both know how corrupt your country’s legal system is...”
Carmen gave La Madre a look as if she were being a hypocrite. But chose not to say anything. After all, the Drug Queen was right. Not only was Alex wealthy beyond image, but his mother was connected to some seriously powerful people. Even if Alex couldn’t buy his freedom, his mother could use her connections to get him a pardon.
Thus, Carmen was forced to sigh and ask La Madre exactly what she wanted.
“Fine... Let’s say you have a point knowing all of this. Why would you even bother looking out for the kid? What exactly do you want from me?”
La Madre smirked smugly as she reached over towards the dossier and snatched it away from Carmen. Though Carmen was about to protest, the menacing sicarios who stood guard nearby motioned towards her to remain still.
Once La Madre had what she wanted, she rose from her seat and drank another shot of tequila that was poured for her, before speaking her thoughts.
“I want this evidence you have gathered against my favorite little puppy, and for you to treat what you have learned as if it were nothing more than a fever dream... Though he can easily evade any charges you try to stick him with, his reputation might suffer dearly for being involved with little ol me, and I happen to have become very fond of my newest pet... You agree to that, and I’ll let you walk out of here in one piece, deal?”
Carmen glared at La Madre with an intense hatred, one that she had never felt before. She wanted more than anything to tell this witch to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. But if she were to avenge her partner, then she needed to live. And it was this thought that forced her to agree to the Drug Queen’s terms.
“Fine... But the next time I see you, your head will roll bitch!”
Despite Carmen’s threats, La Madre did not seem the least bit concerned as she smiled, and walked off, but not before leaving one last comment.
“Oh? I look forward to it!”