Chapter 564: Weighing Things Up

Late at night, at the entrance of a luxuriously decorated hotel.

A small truck drove over slowly and leisurely.

This immediately made the security guards at the hotel entrance alert.

One must know that this hotel, named "Angel," was the headquarters of the famous Gulf Cartel.

Therefore, they were extremely vigilant toward strangers.

"Stop, who are you people!" the security guard pulled an AK directly from behind his back, pointed it at the man in the driver's cab, and said coldly.

The man was chewing gum and said with a helpless expression, "Hey, buddy, I'm just a delivery guy!"

"Delivery? Delivering what?" the security guard said, still vigilant.

The man shook his head and said, "I don't know either; they gave me money and told me to unload the stuff at the designated location."

"Get lost!" the security guard immediately became alert and grabbed the gun in his hand.

The man could only raise his hands and say, "How about this, I won't go in, I'll just unload the cargo here, alright?"

The security guard was a bit unsure, so he picked up his walkie-talkie to ask for instructions.

Soon, a small leader walked over with his subordinates; these guys all had anchor-like tattoos on their bodies, and they didn't look like good people.

"Boss, this kid says he's here to unload cargo," the security guard said to the leader with a frown.

The leader turned his gaze to the driver: "Little Kappa? Who are you delivering goods for?"

The leader seemed to know this driver and asked directly.

Seeing an acquaintance, the driver let out a long sigh; if it weren't for the high pay, he wouldn't have wanted to come to the Gulf Cartel's lair.

Hearing the small leader's question, the driver could only open the truck's cargo box and said, "Two out-of-towners gave me a large sum of money and said if I encountered any inspections, I should just let you check."

The small leader frowned and walked into the cargo box.

Then he brought over a wolfhound.

That's right, these drug lords took their own safety very seriously and even trained bomb-sniffing dogs just like the police.

After confirming that the box inside was not a bomb, the small leader fetched a crowbar and pried the box open.

Soon, a thick, foul stench wafted over.

But the small leader was not unfamiliar with this scent, because it was the stench unique to a corpse.

He picked up a flashlight and shone it inside, immediately seeing the pale face of Eladio.

Seeing this scene, the small leader's expression changed instantly.

Eladio was their cartel's liaison to the United States, one of the leaders specifically responsible for shipping goods from the United States side for their cartel.

Within the entire cartel, many people knew Eladio.

Now that Eladio's corpse had actually been sent back, and it looked like he had been subjected to the "Colombian necktie" execution, it made people somewhat angry.

One must know that only people from their Gulf Cartel had ever dared to do such things; no one had ever dared to treat them this way.

Thinking of this, the small leader grabbed the driver and demanded, "Where are the people who told you to deliver this? Where are they now?"

The driver was stunned, then hurriedly waved his hands and said, "No, don't do this to me, my brother and my father both serve the Gulf Cartel, you can't do this to me!"

"Cut the crap, I'm asking you where they are!" the small leader asked with a tense expression: "Don't talk nonsense, or I can't guarantee whether something will happen to you!"

The driver was finally a bit scared now and hurriedly said, "They are still in the city, at the Wave Hotel!"

"Wait here, don't run around!" the small leader warned.

The driver didn't dare to talk nonsense now and could only nod.

Then the small leader ran into the hotel in a flash to notify his superior.

In this world, wherever there are circles, there will be hierarchy.

Even for drug lords and gangs, it is the same; at the very least, the way they operate is the same.

And the drug lords of the Gulf Cartel built their own ecosystem through layers upon layers of strict hierarchy.

The small leader notified the big leader, the big leader notified the boss, and soon this matter reached the ears of the current Gulf Cartel boss, Mario.

Mario was a middle-aged man with a fleshy face and inverted triangular eyes.

He also wore a gold chain as thick as a thumb around his neck.

After hearing this news, he immediately took his subordinates out of the hotel and came to the side of the truck.

"It really is Eladio!" the subordinate pulled the coffin out, used a light to illuminate the surroundings, and confirmed the identity of the corpse.

Mario frowned and said, "Something happened over in the United States?"

"Boss, I heard that Eladio seemed to have had a conflict with a wealthy big shot."

The Gulf Cartel had its own intelligence channels; it didn't rely entirely on the Salamanca Family, but rather on Texas.

Mario said coldly, "A wealthy big shot? I don't think it's that simple!"

As he spoke, he personally reached out his hand and took the letter from Eladio's chest.

After opening it and taking a look, he handed it to his subordinate and said, "See for yourself, they've come knocking on our door!"

After the subordinate read the letter, he exploded on the spot: "Damn it, I've never seen such an arrogant guy!"

"I'm going to pull his tongue out!"

"Damn thing, if we don't finish him off, no one will fear us anymore!"

The drug lords around Mario were also filled with righteous indignation, preparing to kill the guy who wrote the letter.

But as the boss of the Gulf Cartel, Mario was able to reach this position, so he was clearly different from the idiotic thugs under him. He gave a cold snort and said, "They've dared to come directly to our door to provoke us; do you think they would be afraid of you?"

Hearing Mario's words, everyone calmed down.

That's right, they had even sent Eladio's corpse over directly; it was clear they were not afraid of the Gulf Cartel's reputation abroad, and were even actively heading to their lair to carry out a retaliatory action.

This kind of person was either a lunatic or someone with real strength.

Looking at Eladio's corpse, Mario didn't speak for a long time. A moment later, he said to his subordinate, "Go and invite Z1 over; their Zeta Squad should get some exercise!"

Hearing their boss's words, everyone felt a shock in their hearts.

Zeta Squad had already been with the Gulf Cartel for some time.

They had used their strength to prove to these drug lords just how terrifying a Special Forces squad could be without the constraints of rules.

One must know that the Mexico government had never given up on dealing with these drug lords, and government troops would often come knocking directly.

Yet, relying on Zeta Squad, the Gulf Cartel not only defeated the government troops multiple times but also helped Mario himself evade numerous assassination attempts.

Therefore, the internal sentiment of the Gulf Cartel toward Zeta Squad was somewhat complex.

But it could not be denied that in the current situation, only Zeta Squad truly had the capability to crush the opponent! Soon, a man walked to Mario's side.

The man was wearing camouflage fatigues and a beret on his head; there was quite an aura of murderous intent in his movements.

This was the captain of Zeta Squad, Z1, of the Special Forces originally cultivated by Mexico, now serving the Gulf Cartel.

Ever since betraying the Mexico government, everyone in Zeta Squad had begun to address each other by codenames.

For instance, the leader, the captain, was Z1, the second-in-command was Z2, and so on.

There were thirty-seven of these people in total, meaning Zeta Squad had no further designations beyond Z37.

Z1 looked at the corpse on the ground and said to Mario, "It seems you have encountered a difficult opponent?"

Mario did not deny it and nodded: "Find them, they are in the city right now!"

Z1 did not refuse, nodded, and said: "No problem, but we need heavy weapons and some advanced equipment; after all, you can see that these people are not those useless government troops!"

Mario waved his hand and said indifferently: "Just say what you need, and I will have people help you prepare it."

Z1 nodded and said: "Since that is the case, then I have no problems!"

After the bargaining was finished, Z1 left directly.

However, Z1's arrogant demeanor caused dissatisfaction among many in the Gulf Cartel.

"This guy is just a traitor! To dare to be so arrogant, he's courting death!" a big boss said coldly. But at this moment, Mario slapped him directly across the face and scolded coldly: "Zeta Squad has been our own people since they joined the Gulf Cartel; I will not allow you to slander your own brothers behind their backs!"

Although the big boss didn't dare to talk back after this slap, the look of resentment in his eyes never faded.

After all, in their view, these people from Zeta Squad were ultimately outsiders! No matter how many merits they had established for them, it was the same! After Mario had people bring the things for Zeta Squad, Zeta Squad immediately set off with the driver who had been scared into wetting his pants.

They soon arrived at the Wave Hotel.

After Z1 had the squad control the hotel lobby, he took the rest into the hotel.

"Is it here?" Z1 asked the driver in a cold tone.

The driver nodded: "It's here!"

Z1 nodded and made a tactical hand signal.

Immediately, another squad came over and installed a small lock-breaking bomb on the hotel's security door.

This gadget was specifically designed to deal with the locks on security doors; its power was not too great, but its penetrating power was extremely strong, making it very easy to destroy the lock cylinder of a door.

Hearing only a muffled "Boom," Z1 led his men and stormed into the room.

But as soon as they entered, they were dumbfounded; where was anyone in the room? What they had detected earlier with the thermal detector were just a few stoves bought casually from the street.

"Fuck, it's a trap!" Z1 immediately felt that things were not looking good and wanted to lead his men to evacuate immediately.

But it was easy to get in, yet not so easy to get out.

Because although Chen Jiajun had left the hotel, he had left behind a team of mercenaries from the Azeroth Security Company specifically to intercept Zeta Squad's movements here.

Before Z1 could even go downstairs, he heard a burst of intense gunfire coming from below.

The opponents even threw in several high-explosive Shoumiliudan from the outside.

The goal was not to kill, but to delay time.

This forced Z1 to have no choice but to take his subordinates and retreat back into the hotel.

The exchange of fire between the two sides was exceptionally intense, but strangely, there were no casualties at all.

On the other side, Chen Jiajun had already taken another group of people into the Gulf Cartel's "Angel" Hotel.

The sentry points at the entrance had all been taken out by the Ghost Demons of the Information Department.

After all, in the night, the Ghost Demons were the most terrifying killers.

After dealing with the sentries, Chen Jiajun walked swaggeringly into the hotel with Lao Yu and a group of Imp slaves.

At this time, inside the hotel, because the surveillance and communication equipment were cut off, it was in complete chaos.

At this moment, Chen Jiajun brought his Imp slaves to attack, catching these drug lords completely off guard.

Before they could even manage to counterattack, they were turned into sieves by several Imp slaves wearing full-body armor and holding squad machine guns.

After all, in the eyes of the Imp slaves, there was no such thing as recoil.

The squad machine guns in their hands were as steady as if they were mounted on a vehicle.

After the smoke cleared, the originally gorgeously decorated hotel was now covered in bullet holes and blood.

It was like a gorgeously dressed young woman who had been ravished.

Facing such powerful firepower, those drug lords did not dare to show their heads and could only hide in the dark to fire blind shots, blocking the advance of Chen Jiajun and the others.

A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Jiajun's mouth as he straightened his clothes and continued to walk toward the upper floors.

This appearance was as if he were out for a stroll.

After breaking into the upper levels of the hotel and clearing out the troublesome drug lords.

Only then did Chen Jiajun step out of the elevator and knock on the door of the top-floor suite.

Unfortunately, he did not get a response, but instead received two violent gunshots.

Fortunately, two Imp slaves wearing full-body armor helped Chen Jiajun block these two bullets.

However, this also stirred up the bloodthirsty nature of the Imp slaves; they smashed open the door, grabbed the gunman who had fired, and then shoved the muzzle directly into the opponent's mouth before pulling the Trigger.

Blood splattered onto their masks, making their eyes radiate a bloodthirsty glow.

Fighting drug lords is just like playing a video game; once you finish off their underlings, you meet the final boss.

And the way Mario looked, he didn't seem like a final boss at all.

This guy was still lying on a lounge chair by the pool outside the suite, with a woman who was trembling incessantly in his arms.

Chen Jiajun walked over to the lounge chair, sat down, and looked at Mario, saying, "You aren't running?"

"Why would I run?" Mario said with a smile. "I've had so much money, played with so many beautiful women, and held power like a king; I've already enjoyed everything there is to enjoy!"

Chen Jiajun nodded: "That certainly fits the mindset of a drug lord!"

Mario asked curiously: "I'm actually more curious about you. I heard you're a rich man; why make things difficult for people like us?"

Chen Jiajun spread his hands and said: "I'm no rich man; at my core, I'm a gangster! The way we gangsters do things is, if you provoke me, I wipe out your entire family!"

"But I don't even know how I provoked you!" Mario said strangely.

Chen Jiajun shrugged: "It doesn't matter now. I intend to use your life to build my reputation!"

"Isn't Pablo enough? Mr. Chen?" Mario had already recognized Chen Jiajun.

After all, the video of Chen Jiajun finishing off Pablo had circulated among the major drug lords in Mexico.

"Far from enough. My reputation isn't big enough yet! Not big enough to make those idiots hiding in the shadows have nightmares when they hear my name, and not big enough to make those bastards who have designs on me retract their greedy gazes!" Chen Jiajun said, shaking his head.

"Adding me should be enough!" Mario nodded, then suddenly pulled a pocket Handgun from the woman's chest and fired at Chen Jiajun.

The two were very close; an ordinary person definitely wouldn't have been able to dodge it.

Moreover, this shot was aimed straight at Chen Jiajun's temple; logically speaking, he was a dead man.

But Chen Jiajun had no intention of dodging; the bullet hit an invisible barrier before it could strike him, then fell to the ground.

Following that, Dumu, who was beside Chen Jiajun, took out a Smith & Wesson 500 revolver and blew Mario's head apart with a single shot.

The scene was just like smashing a watermelon.

And the woman beside Mario was splattered with blood; she couldn't even speak at this moment.

Chen Jiajun stood up, told his men to clean up the scene, and then turned and left the suite.

Bursts of gunfire rang out behind him! After finishing off Mario, Chen Jiajun had Lao Yu lead the mercenaries who were blocking the Zeta Squad to withdraw.

The goal had already been achieved, so there was no need to get entangled with them.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Jiajun and his group walked into a simply decorated Mexico Restaurant and ordered some local specialties like tacos, tortillas, and burritos to eat.

Honestly, the taste was quite good! A moment later, the Angel Hotel next door fell into chaos, and a gunfight began on the streets as well.

Clearly, the Gulf Cartel had fallen into chaos.

But no one dared to come and disturb Chen Jiajun's meal.

After a while, a stretch Lincoln stopped outside the restaurant, and then a sturdy but rather short middle-aged man stepped out of the car.

This guy was wearing a tracksuit, looking just like an uncle out for a workout.

But absolutely no one would imagine that this person was the biggest drug lord in Mexico, the head of the Sinaloa Cartel, Hua Jin Guziman.

Seeing the other party get out of the car, Chen Jiajun put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth, and sneered: "Shorty, I thought you wouldn't come!"

Hua Jin Guziman sat down in front of Chen Jiajun and said with an indifferent tone: "Is this the good show you invited me to watch?"

"Isn't it enough?" Chen Jiajun said with a smile: "I heard your Sinaloa Cartel has always had conflicts with the Gulf Cartel; I thought you would be happy to see this!"

Hua Jin Guziman took a deep breath and said: "I only saw a massacre! Are you warning me?"

Chen Jiajun did not deny it, nodding directly: "That's right, I am warning you! We have an 'old saying' in Huaxia called 'killing the chicken to warn the monkey'! It means slaughtering the chicken to warn the more restless monkey, to make it behave! You can consider the Gulf Cartel to be that chicken!"

"I don't care what relationship you have with those Ether Society members, international arms dealers, or certain Information Organizations! You had better weigh whether you can afford to provoke me!" (End of chapter)