Chapter 654: Raging Waves of the Red Sea (Part 4)

In the VIP room of the Cedar Restaurant at the Beverly Hills Hotel in Los Angeles, Kayla stepped forward and shook hands with Schiller. Behind her was another man, a black man wearing a uniform, with a very burly figure, almost on par with Arthur.

"Professor Schiller, this is DEA agent Lira. Hearing the clues you provided, the two of us rushed to Los Angeles without stopping."

"Please sit." Schiller pointed to the chair opposite and then walked to the door to say to the waiter: "You can serve the food, thank you."

DEA agent Lira's expression was very serious. Before the food was served, he said to Schiller: "The Guadalajara organization starting activities at sea again is not good news for us."

"About 5 years ago, one of our agents was brutally murdered. The tragedy shocked the world. Congress and the President were furious. In just 5 years, the Mexican drug manufacturing and trafficking industry has risen again, and now they even want to invade the West Coast again. We must make them pay the price."

What Lira said was actually a very famous tragedy in the history of world drug enforcement, and the culprit of this tragedy was the leader of the Guadalajara organization, Gallardo.

In November 1984, the anti-drug operation launched by the Mexican government was carried out vigorously in Mexico. At the same time, an agent codenamed Kiki infiltrated the management of the Guadalajara organization's planting industry chain.

This drug enforcement agent, whose real name was Enrique Camarena Salazar, obtained intelligence related to the plantation and guided the Mexican government to burn down a plantation covering an area of about 【redacted】 acres.

The owner of this plantation, Gallardo, was furious. They captured this agent and tortured him for at least 30 hours. When his body was found, it was almost unrecognizable.

The Washington government was furious. Under the pressure of the US Congress and the President, the Mexican government launched the first drug war, frantically suppressing Guadalajara.

By 1989, this organization was no longer glorious, various sales organizations had suffered heavy losses, and Gallardo was nowhere to be found.

"This might be a signal." Black agent Lira tapped the table with his finger and said: "The Mexican government has relaxed its crackdown on Guadalajara. They might be testing us, thinking we will relax our monitoring of sea routes. They want to make a comeback."

"Professor Schiller, you said on the phone that the Guadalajara organization massacred the indigenous people of a village on a small island in the Gulf of Mexico. Do you know the location of that small island? We want to send people to check." Kayla said while eating.

Schiller observed Kayla's movements and found that her eating movements were a bit hurried; she must have been starving. However, considering it was morning, it was normal for them to have rushed from the East Coast overnight and not have eaten dinner or breakfast.

Just last night, Schiller called Kayla, the general manager of the CIA station in Metropolis whom he had contacted before, to report the situation he encountered. He didn't expect them to attach such importance to it, even rushing over overnight.

The cooperation between the CIA and the DEA sounded like a fantasy. The CIA was responsible for lighting the fire, and the DEA was responsible for putting it out. This situation was common on the vast South American continent. These two sides didn't get along, or rather, the CIA didn't get along with any US agency.

"By the way, Professor Schiller, you said on the phone that there was more important intelligence. What's going on?" Kayla looked at Schiller and asked.

Schiller glanced at the door. The black agent Lira sitting on the outside walked to the door and closed it. Schiller took a document out of his briefcase and handed it to Kayla. Kayla flipped through it, and then her expression became heavy.

Kayla handed the document to Lira. Lira's expression also became increasingly heavy. After a while, he hammered the table and said: "This group of damn vampires! They should go to Hell!"

Kayla gently touched Lira with her arm. Lira noticed his slip of the tongue and slowly restrained his expression, saying: "It's not surprising that Queen Industries would have contact with this group of drug dealers. The vast majority of West Coast groups have shady deals with them..."

"Although these materials have some clues, they cannot be called evidence. We need more definitive evidence to topple Queen Industries."

"Do you really want to do this?" Schiller asked: "Even the DEA might not be able to defeat them on this issue. Both the state legislature and Congress have their people..."

Speaking of this, Lira was even more angry. He said: "Raising bandits to respect themselves! In order to disrupt the situation in South America, certain people in Congress did not hesitate to use the rich profits of drug trafficking as bait to cultivate their own forces in South American countries, leading to the current situation where the tail is too big to be wagged, harming themselves. It is completely self-inflicted!"

Schiller looked at Lira. Although this black man was very burly, his pronunciation was pedantic when he spoke, and his way of speaking was very similar to many professors at Gotham University, quite different from most black people in this era.

"Professor Schiller, don't mind him. Lira has a strong sense of responsibility to the public. He has been engaged in this work for many years and has seen too many cruel actions by drug dealers. We hope to get evidence, but I don't know if you can provide help for this?"

"The only clue I can provide you is that the heir of the Queen family disappeared for a period of time before, but recently, he came back. Certain people in Queen Industries didn't want him to come back, so they sent killers to assassinate him. After the killer came to the hotel, he found that little Queen wasn't here, but I encountered that killer, and there was more than one killer."

Lira and Kayla looked at each other. Lira stood up immediately and shook hands with Schiller, saying: "Thank you, Professor. This is a very valuable clue. The people of the West Coast and Mexico will not forget this kindness of yours."

"We are going to do serious business now. Please excuse us." After saying that, Lira turned and left. Kayla smiled apologetically at Schiller and also chased after him.

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Schiller sat back at the dining table. Not long after, a yellow and black figure jumped in from the balcony. Deathstroke walked to the opposite side of Schiller, sat down, lifted his mask, and began to eat.

"I didn't expect that a mercenary would have a day when he needed others to help him take revenge." Schiller said while eating.

"They gave me a lot of orders but didn't clarify the situation to me. This is against the rules." Deathstroke's voice was low and hoarse, unable to tell his specific age. He said: "If everyone is like them, we will be suppressed in price."

Just earlier yesterday, Deathstroke came to find Schiller again, hoping he could help him deal with the Queen family, on the grounds that the Queen family gave him a lot of orders but didn't tell Deathstroke about this situation.

Simply put, while they were hiring Deathstroke, they also hired many other killers and didn't tell Deathstroke about this situation.

It could be seen that the mastermind behind Queen Industries had the idea that among so many killers, there would always be one who could successfully kill Oliver Queen. And once Oliver Queen died, others would have no target, then the deal would be void. Only needing to pay a little deposit could greatly increase the success rate of the assassination.

But in the killer industry, this is a taboo. If every employer did this, the killer industry would definitely usher in internal involution. Not only do they have to compete for the assassination success rate, but they also have to compete for speed and accuracy. The corresponding result is being suppressed in price and exploited.

"There is not only him in this world who came up with this method. That idiot didn't think about why those who used this method have no sound." Deathstroke was very cautious even when chatting normally, never using any specific vocabulary to describe his employer. Even if he had to use a pronoun, there would be no directional nature.

"But I can't go directly to kill him. This is also against the rules. In this circle, if you want to have work, you have to have a good reputation." Deathstroke's voice lowered a bit more, becoming a bit vague.

"The CIA and the DEA are both eyeing the Queen family. They won't have a good time. Please remember our deal. Now, you owe me a life." Schiller put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said.

"I'm afraid it's not just the CIA and the DEA, right?" Deathstroke's movements paused, and then he asked.

"Kayla is a KGB. I think you should have already investigated. The black man she brought today, if I'm not mistaken, might be a former member of the Black Panther Party. He described Queen Industries using the word 'vampire', and also mentioned the people of the West Coast and the people of Mexico. Ordinary US agents wouldn't have this kind of concept..."

Schiller tidied up his clothes, seemingly preparing to leave, while Deathstroke was still eating the food on the table unhurriedly. Before leaving, Schiller whispered: "US, Mexico, Soviet Union... Do you feel that some storms are coming?"

"These have nothing to do with me. I take money to kill." Deathstroke's tone finally became a bit volatile. He said: "If you want to contact me, call the previous phone number. I can kill someone for you, no matter who he is."

"I hope so." Schiller took his umbrella, left the seat expressionlessly, and then walked out of the restaurant.

Standing on the balcony of the hotel room, when the morning light sprinkled on the sea, the golden-red waves rippled continuously. Groups of seabirds circled over the sea, and the few that occasionally landed on the sea had their white wings dyed red by the morning light.

The morning on the West Coast was still so calm and warm, and the people playing on the beach didn't feel anything unusual about such a scene. But in the Gulf of Mexico thousands of miles away, the equally bright red seawater had nothing to do with the sun.

The white fishing boat cut through the waves, slowly sailing toward the south in a piece of deep red seawater. In the seawater at the stern of the boat, many corpses were slowly sinking. Not only shark groups were attracted by the blood, but also the late-arriving Hal and the other two.

"The sharks told me that the dead were all fishermen, mostly from the north, perhaps Americans, perhaps Mexicans." Arthur's tone was low: "They were all killed by those drug dealers."

Instantly, the fishing boat was plated with green light. Hal stood at the bow and said in a deep voice: "Full speed ahead, must make them pay the price!"

The fishing boat driven by Green Lantern energy could no longer be called a fishing boat. Even warships didn't have such speed. Following the blood, they quickly caught up with the drug dealers who created the slaughter.

Green Lantern dealing with ordinary drug dealers could be said to be using an anti-aircraft gun to hit a mosquito. Soon, the entire ship of drug dealers met the same fate as those fishermen. The shark group never left the sea surface dyed red by blood.

In the following days, they followed the footsteps of these drug dealers all the way, setting off a red raging wave in the entire Gulf of California. Everywhere they passed was seawater dyed red by blood.

And until they stepped on the land of Sinaloa, a massacre appeared in front of them.

The Guadalajara organization, in order to retaliate against the slaughter of their members by unknown enemies, carried out a massacre with a death toll as high as 135 people in a village in southern Sinaloa.

The corpses were thrown into the sea, dyeing the tides of the West Coast of the Pacific red, and also shocking the whole world. ===== CHAPTER 655 =====