"Where is that boy?"

Mexico City,

Surrounded by two subordinates, Imamu walked out of the station and when he arrived at several black cars parked on the side of the road, he specially pressed his hat.

"Let's talk about it when getting in the car."

Defend the car window.

It's Rutan.

He looked around with caution and found that no one was paying attention. Then Imamu bent over and got into the car, and his subordinates got into the car behind him.

This is the capital of Mexico, and his appearance is too conspicuous, so I have to be careful.

"Why didn't you just escort him to Tijuana? You still have to let me run here, do you know how much risk I have to take?"

The fleet started.

Imamu immediately complained.

As the leader of Seta and a famous drug lord, he has always been on the Mexican government's wanted list.

"He is the president's guest, I have no choice but to do it, you can only come."

Ruta speaks outspoken.

Yimamu looked at him coldly.

This fat pig has collected so much money from him, but whenever he encounters something risky, he will never come forward directly, but will only push him to him. It can be said that he is extremely smart.

Yimamu really wanted to get angry, but at this time he still had to rely on the other party, so he could only suppress his emotions and said frankly: "Where is he now?"

“Lulaka Grand Hotel.”

"How many people?"

"Just him and a woman."

Lutan asked for advice and said: "He originally planned to leave today, but I tried all the excuses to finally hold him back."

"Thank you."

Yimamu's voice was cold. Although she was thanking her, she couldn't hear much gratitude.

"You are welcome. We have been friends for so many years and have always cooperated very well. This is a small matter."

Yima Mupi smiled but didn't laugh, and didn't answer.

"Pump one?"

Lutan opened the storage compartment and took out a box of cigars.

"No."

At this time, Imamu seemed to be thinking about revenge.

Lutan didn't force it, and lit one happily and started to suck it alone.

"It's better to have a little bit of noise, it's too big, so I can't handle the job."

"Don't worry if I do things."

"Of course."

Lutan spitted out cigarettes, held a cigar in one hand, and took out a room card in the other.

"I've completed the procedures for you, just check in."

"Thank you."

Imamu was not polite either and reached out to take the hotel room card.

Perhaps seeing that he was not in high spirits, Lutan didn't say anything more and sent Yimamu and his men directly to the hotel.

"all the best."

Imamu didn't make a fuss, pressed his hat and pushed the door and got out of the car.

He didn't see that Luta's expression behind him gradually changed, his eyes were two points of helplessness and three points of cruelty, and the rest were all cold.

The best hotel in Mexico City, with guests.

No one knew that the drug lord Yimamu quietly stopped in.

"Boss, that guy lives upstairs. When will he do it?"

"No hurry, wait for the evening."

Day and night alternate, sunset and moon rise.

Imamu, who had been staying in the room, breathed a long sigh, his face frightened, and withdrew his gaze from outside the window.

“Hand it.”

The two men immediately pushed the door out, first touched the kitchen and changed into the hotel work uniform, then pushed the dining table to the floor where Chen Liang was.

“It’s this one.”

"Dingdong, Dingdong..."

The doorbell was ringed.

Chen Liang opened the door.

"Hello, we're here to deliver food."

"Just put it on the table."

Chen Liang returned to the living room, sat down on the sofa and continued to read the newspaper. The meal was quite leisurely.

The two "waiters" looked at each other, their eyes full of murderous intent. They did not choose to act recklessly, but quietly buried the prepared bomb under the dining table.

With this equivalent, it is enough to blow this room to pieces.

The task was successfully completed, and the two waiters left the room and returned to the downstairs.

"Boss, the bomb has been laid."

"very good."

Imamu smiled grimly.

"Let's go, let's leave first."

The three of them left the hotel and didn't walk far away, they stood at the entrance of the hotel, looked up at the magnificent hotel building, looking like a rustic bun.

"Go to hell against me!"

Imamu held a device similar to a remote control and pinched it hard.

The building is still brightly lit and nothing unusual happens.

Yimamu was stunned for a moment, then pressed hard again.

There is still no movement.

His wild smile completely frozen, his face full of anger, and he looked at his two subordinates with his eyes at the tip of the needle.

"What's going on?!"

The two men were also confused and didn't know what was going on.

"Mr. Yimamu, don't make things difficult for them. Your gift needs to be improved."

A line of voice came from behind, with a smile.

Yimamu suddenly turned around, his pupils contracted, and he saw the oriental man standing behind him, weighing the bomb he had specially prepared for him.

After a brief shock, Imamu subconsciously reached into his arms and wanted to pull out his gun.

But at this time, "pressure wave~pressure wave~pressure wave..."

A loud sirens sounded, and police cars drove over at lightning and stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

"Hold your head with both hands and squat down!"

The special police quickly got out of the car and raised their guns to point them firmly at Imamu and the other two.

"Fuck you..."

A drug dealer was viciously planning to resist, but before he could take out his gun, a fire snake sucked and spit out.

He trembled all over and collapsed to the ground with no skin. The blood flowing out slowly merged into a ball on the ground.

The drug dealer was left looking around and found that he was surrounded and had no way to escape.

"Boss!"

Yimamu gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes staring at Chen Liang like an evil ghost.

"How did you know..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw the door of a police car open and Lutan, who was bellies, walked down.
To be continued...