"Where are those people from Long Kingdom? Haven't they caught them yet?"

Inside the manor.

Yimamu's face was not very good-looking.

This also affected his subordinates, and the horsemen around him who were responsible for protecting him safety did not dare to breathe.

"Boss, it should be soon."

It was a careful response from a man who was his confidant.

"Tell them that if they don't come back in ten minutes, they will never come back!"

Imamu sucked the cigar and spoke gloomyly.

The horror of Mexican drug dealers is that they are not only cruel to their enemies, but also cruel to their own people.

Sometimes, they even dye their own blood more than their enemies.

"yes."

The confidant did not dare to neglect and hurriedly walked aside and started calling.

But strangely, no one answered the answer there.

The guy's face changed slightly, and then he beat him again without giving up, but the result was still the same.

Suddenly, his heart sank.

What it means to not answer the phone when you are in this business is clear.

But after bringing so many brothers there, why can't even solve the problem of a few newcomers in the East?

No matter how confused you are, you still have to tell the boss about this situation.

This man named Atli, who is also a senior executive in the Seta drug cartel. He usually trusts Yimamu and comes back and lowers his voice.

"Boss, no one answered the phone."

Yimamu raised his head and looked at him with sharp eyes.

"What did you say?"

Atley lowered his head and dared not say anything.

Imamu tightened the cigar. As the leader of Seta, he naturally knew very well what it meant for his subordinates not to answer the phone. Those people didn't have the courage to play with him.

"A bunch of waste!"

The horsemen around him who were responsible for his personal safety were silent.

"Boss, are those three people from Long Country so powerful? It's fine if they ran away last time, but they can kill all of us this time? We sent twenty or thirty people."

Atley asked questions.

Yimamu stared at him with a gloomy face.

"Speak straight away if you have something to do."

Atley hesitated for a moment and said tentatively: "Boss, could someone have caused it?"

"Last night, someone must have deliberately designed and framed the Sinaloa factory. We did not issue an order to attack that factory. However, at the scene, we found our bodies. The perpetrator deliberately left our logo after killing and setting fire. This clearly wanted us to take the blame."

Seeing the boss staring at him, Atley gritted his teeth and continued, "I doubt whether it was the other drug trafficking groups who were secretly making trouble, let us fight to the death with Sinaloa, take advantage of the fisherman."

Yimamu's eyes flashed, and his attention was naturally attracted.

After all, compared to last night's factory massacre, the problems of the people of Longguo can be put aside first.

Although the official covered up the truth and the public was not aware of it, this happened and so many innocent workers died tragically, Seta was still under great pressure.

In the drug dealer industry, although there is no saying that "the disaster is not as good as the family", everyone eats drug trafficking. Who doesn't have many processing plants and poppy planting land, and doesn't need migrant workers?

So even if the camps are different and conflicts occur, few people will take action against ordinary workers who use money to work. This can be regarded as an unwritten tacit understanding in this industry, or only a little conscience left.

But this time, all the workers in the entire factory were killed, and no one lived. The last bit of human nature in the drug trafficking industry was burned completely by the fire.

Although Imamu doesn't care about his reputation and is not afraid of Sinaloa at all, he probably won't like this kind of thing that takes the blame for others.

"If this is really done by other drug trafficking groups, why do they just kill people and the drugs in the factory are not taken away? The finished products alone, the total number of drugs is hundreds of kilograms, which is not a small amount. They are willing to cremate them to ashes in just one hand?"

Even though he was angry, Imamu's mind still maintained a valuable awakening.

He actually thought about the idea that Atley had come up with.

At first glance, this fire is indeed very suspicious of sowing discord, but in the end, the drugs were also burned together, so the saying of sowing discord is completely incomprehensible.

Those people can completely take away drugs, make a fortune, kill two birds with one stone. This is the most correct choice.

Atley was also asked, and could not think of a reasonable explanation for a while, so he temporarily changed the topic.

"Boss, Director Kenny called early this morning and asked us to explain him about the incident last night."

"That old guy, we give him so much money every month, can't we feed him enough? How dare I ask me for explanation?"

Yima's eyes were unruly and extremely arrogant.

"Okay, explain that I can give it to him and ask him to come to me in person! I'll see if he has the courage."

indeed.

With his power, not to mention a mere Tijuana police officer, even Tijuana mayor was not seen by him at all.

Those who usually call themselves brothers are just for the sake of superficial kung fu and making money peacefully, but unexpectedly, those guys who can only live a comfortable life with his money really take themselves seriously.

If he really annoyed him, at worst he could just send someone to investigate the police headquarters.

Anyway, this has happened.

suddenly.

Atley's phone rang.

The guy was happy and subconsciously meant to send him to clean up the phone calls from the younger brothers from the Dragon Kingdom, but when he picked it up, he found that it was not.

"What?"

After hearing what was coming from the other side of the phone, Atley's face changed visible to human eyes.

"So what's wrong?"

Imamu said in a deep voice.

Atelli put down his cell phone, his face felt a little unacceptable. He looked at Imamu for a moment before speaking, "Boss, Rodriguez is here in Tijuana."

When I heard this name, even though it was Yimamu, his pupils contracted.

Rodriguez.

The leader of Sinaloa.

It is also known as the new generation of Mexican poison king.

At this joint, he came to Tijuana, definitely not for vacation, most of them for revenge, or for Seta.

The grudge between Sinaloa and Seta has actually been formed since the Guzman period. It has been fighting continuously for so many years, and now it is getting more and more intense.

"Well come, I want to see how many lives he has!"

"Send someone immediately to monitor his movements. I want him to come in and go out horizontally!"

He did not think about explaining that he turned swords into jade. On the contrary, his face was full of lust and murderous intent was everywhere.

"Notify everyone and cheer me up. If anyone can kill Rodriguez, he will be rewarded with 100 million!"

There is really no coward in these drug dealers.

How dare you persuade your subordinates?

"yes!"
Chapter completed!