Night fell quickly.
The sky was foggy...
It was somewhat scary.
It was so quiet that even a fart could make you feel terrified.
Zacatecas State, Masamitra Hotel.
Fully owned by the Tijuana Cartel.
Don't think that drug cartels only deal drugs.
The Big Drug Trafficker Pablo from Colombia even played the stock market, only to be virtually "robbed" by those Wall Street guys, almost sending him to his grave with rage.
If it weren't for the bit of sanity left.
He would have truly launched a northern expedition!
What does this tell you? The hearts of those in finance are dark.
Today was the wedding of Benjamin's sister, Manuel Massalva Felix, don't look down upon her, she's known by the nickname: "Skull Queen!"
She's in charge of the financial operations of the Tijuana Cartel, wielding enormous power.
Her husband is the eldest son of a local drug trafficking family, which is sort of a marriage alliance. They have deep ties with underground gangs in the United States, and the Tijuana gang plans to gain support from them through this connection.
We can't beat them!
The Sinaloa and Juarez are pretty much sweeping through Mexico.
Too brutal.
The fools from the Gulf Group still want us to tackle Victor before they'll help. If I could spare the effort, would I need you?
To prevent any problems, the Tijuana gang had laid a "net of heaven and earth" all around, which just meant they brought over lots of underlings.
They even blocked the roads!
How impressive is that, the Governor of Zacatecas State didn't dare let out a peep.
The local Cardinal personally came to bless the newlyweds.
He didn't want to come, but Tijuana offered too much.
Benjamin and Ramon, as brothers, warmly welcomed the distinguished guests.
"What's the word from Juarez?" Benjamin asked with a smile while nodding to guests, speaking in a subdued tone.
"They demand that we give up all our channels to the United States to them."
"¡Al diablo!(Damn it!)" Benjamin couldn't help but curse out loud.
"Oh, brother~" Manuel Massalva, in her wedding dress, came over, heard his words, and couldn't help but complain, "Don't swear at my wedding."
Benjamin adored his siblings, he stroked her head and nodded with a smile, "Sorry, you look really beautiful today."
Those next to Ramon might be his other brothers, right?
Looks like we wiped them out in one go?
If we don't run now, even Jesus would be doomed.
The tires of the van were screeching, running faster than a dog!
They disappeared in the blink of an eye.
And the other group of "bad guys" also realized something was wrong and tried to flee, but were blocked by the drug traffickers. One of their cars got away, the rest ended up riddled with bullets!
Benjamin just came out in time to see this scene, his eyes wide with shock!
Everything turned black before his eyes, and he slumped to the ground without minding his dignity.
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"What!? You're saying you blew up four of Benjamin's brothers?!"
Victor was fishing on the island, enjoying dog meat (dog drug trafficker), when he heard the news.
Kennedy on the phone also uncertainly asked the officer beside him, "It was four guys, right?"
"I counted them, don't worry, boss."
It was only then that Kennedy confidently reported, "Yes, boss, apart from Benjamin, all direct relatives of the Felix Family were blown up."
No wonder...
The points skyrocketed!
Four guys provided nearly 7 million points.
So that's where the problem is.
Victor couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Good, very good! I'll celebrate for you guys when you come back."
After hanging up the phone, Victor was still very excited, embracing the equally baffled Casare, "Quick! Go to the TV station to start a live broadcast, I want to announce this to everyone."
The TV maniac, the Island Tycoon, Duke Victor.
He had never really wanted to keep a low profile, and he definitely wanted to take credit for this.
Perhaps this police rank could be moved up a bit now, couldn't it?
"Boss, you want to take credit for this?"
"Why not? This is a golden opportunity to make a name for myself. We are enemies with the Tijuana Cartel, and the police ought to have the right to hold a celebration."
"If it weren't for the lack of manpower, I would have planned to make a scene at Juan Nepomuceno's funeral. A drug trafficker dies and expects a funeral?"
"I'll send his ashes to heaven on the spot!"
Casare swallowed hard looking at the rosy-cheeked Victor.
Boss, this game is getting more and more thrilling!
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