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Chapter 654: Chihai Crazy Waves (4)

 In Los Angeles, in the VIP room of the Fir Tree Restaurant of the Beverly Hill Hotel, Kayla stepped forward and shook hands with Schiller. Behind him was another man, a black man, wearing a uniform and with a very burly figure.

Almost on par with Arthur.

"Professor Schiller, this is Agent Leila from the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration. After hearing the clues you provided, the two of us rushed to Los Angeles without stopping."

"Please take a seat." Schiller pointed to the chair opposite, then walked to the door and said to the waiter: "The food is ready to be served, thank you."

Agent Lira of the Drug Enforcement Administration looked very serious. Before the food was served, he said to Schiller: "The Guadalajara organization has resumed its activities at sea, which is not good news for us."

"About five years ago, one of our agents was brutally murdered. The tragedy shocked the world, and Congress and the President were furious. In just five years, the Mexican drug manufacturing and trafficking industry has risen again, and now it wants to invade the West Coast again.

We must make them pay."

What Lila was talking about was actually a very famous tragedy in the history of world anti-narcotics, and the murderer of this tragedy was the leader of the Guadalajara organization, Gallardo.

In November 1984, the anti-drug and anti-drug operations launched by the Mexican government were launched vigorously in Mexico. At the same time, an agent code-named Kiki was lurking among the managers of the Guadalajara organization's planting industry chain.

This anti-narcotics agent, whose real name is Camare LS Lacha, obtained information about the plantation and guided the Mexican government to burn down a plantation covering an area of ​​approximately 15,000 acres.

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

The Washington government was furious. Under pressure from the U.S. Congress and the President, the Mexican government launched its first drug war and frantically suppressed Guadalajara.

By 1989, this organization had lost its glory, all sales organizations had suffered heavy losses, and Gallardo was missing.

"This may be a signal." Black agent Lila tapped the table with her fingers and said: "The Mexican government has relaxed its crackdown on Guadalajara. They may be testing us, thinking that we will relax our surveillance of sea routes.

, they want a comeback."

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

Keira said while eating.

Schiller observed Kayla's movements and found that she was eating in a hurry. She must be hungry. However, considering that it was morning, they may have arrived from the East Coast overnight, so it was normal for them to miss dinner and breakfast.

.

Just last night, Schiller called Kayla, the head of the CIA station in Metropolis, whom he had contacted before, to report the situation he encountered. Unexpectedly, they took it very seriously and even came overnight.

The cooperation between the CIA and the Drug Enforcement Administration sounds like a fantasy. The CIA is responsible for igniting fires, and the Drug Enforcement Administration is responsible for putting out fires. This situation can be seen everywhere in the vast South American continent. The two parties do not deal with it, or in other words, the CIA

No dealings with any U.S. agency...

"By the way, Professor Schiller, what you said on the phone was more important information, what happened?" Kayla looked at Schiller and asked,

Schiller glanced at the door. Leila, the black agent sitting outside, walked to the door and closed it. Schiller took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Kayla. Kayla flipped it over, and then

His face became serious.

Keira handed the document to Lila, and Lila's expression became darker and darker. After a while, he hammered the table, and then said: "These damn vampires! They should go to hell!"

Kayla gently touched Lila with her arm. Lila realized her gaffe and slowly calmed her expression and said: "It's not surprising that the Quinn Group has contact with this group of drug traffickers. Most of the West Coast groups

We all have shady deals with them..."

"Although this information contains some clues, it cannot be called evidence. We need more concrete evidence to bring down the Quinn Group."

"Do you really want to do this?" Schiller asked: "Even the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration may not be able to defeat them on this issue. They have people in state houses and Congress..."

Speaking of this, Lila became even more angry. He said: "You must respect yourself when you raise bandits! In order to disrupt the situation in South America, some people in Congress did not hesitate to use the lucrative profits from drug trafficking as bait to cultivate their own power in South American countries, which led to

Now that the tail is too big to fall off, it will cause harm to itself, and it is entirely self-inflicted!"

Schiller looked at Lila. Although this black man was very burly, he spoke with a refined articulation. His way of speaking was very similar to that of many professors at Gotham University, and was different from most black people of this era.

"Professor Schiller, don't worry. Lila has a strong sense of responsibility for the public. He has been doing this work for many years and has seen too many cruel acts of drug dealers. We hope to get evidence, but we don't know, can you

Any help with this?"

"The only clue I can provide you is that the heir to the Quinn family disappeared for a while, but recently, he came back. Some people in the Quinn group did not want him to come back, so they sent a killer to assassinate him.

After he, the killer, came to the hotel, he found that little Quinn was not here, but I met the killer, and there was more than one killer."

Lila and Keira looked at each other, and Lila stood up immediately, shook hands with Schiller and said, "Thank you, Professor, this is a very valuable clue. The people of the West Coast and Mexico will not forget your kindness."

.”

"We're going to get down to business now, please excuse us." After saying that, Lila turned and left. Keira smiled apologetically at Schiller and caught up with him.

Schiller sat back at the dining table. After a while, a yellow and black figure jumped in from the balcony. Deathstroke walked to the opposite side of Schiller, sat down and lifted his mask to start eating.

"I didn't expect that the mercenary would need someone else to avenge him one day." Schiller said while eating.

"They made multiple orders without explaining the situation to me. This is against the rules." Deathstroke's voice was low and hoarse, and his specific age could not be heard. He said: "If everyone was like them, we would

Priced down.”…

Just earlier yesterday, Deathstroke came to Schiller again, hoping that he could help him deal with the Quinn family. The reason was that the Quinn family had many attacks, but did not tell Deathstroke.

To put it simply, when they hired Deathstroke, they also hired many other killers, and they did not tell Deathstroke about this situation.

It can be seen that the idea behind the Queen Group is that among so many killers, there will always be one who can successfully kill Oliver Queen. Once Oliver Queen is dead, the others will have no targets.

Then the transaction will be voided, and you only need to pay a small deposit to greatly increase the success rate of the assassination.

But in the assassin industry, this is a big taboo. If every employer does this, the assassin industry will definitely usher in involution. Not only will the success rate of assassination be competed, but also speed and accuracy will be competed. The corresponding result will be the assassination.

Low prices and being exploited.

"He is not the only one in the world who came up with this method. That idiot never thought about why everyone who has used this method has no voice." Deathstroke is very cautious even in normal chats and never uses it.

Any specific words to describe his employer, even if a pronoun must be used, will not have any direction.

"But I can't kill him directly. It's also against the rules. In this circle, if you want to have a job, you have to have a good reputation." Deathstroke's voice lowered a little and became a little unclear.

"The CIA and the Drug Enforcement Administration are targeting the Quinn family at the same time. They will not be happy. Please remember our deal. Now, you owe me a life." Schiller put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"I'm afraid it's not just the CIA and the Drug Enforcement Administration, right?" Deathstroke paused for a moment, then asked.

"Kayla is a KGB member. I think you should have investigated it. The black man he brought today, if I guess correctly, may have been a member of the Black Panther Party. He used the word 'vampire' to describe the Quinn Group.

This word, and also mentioned the people of the West Coast and the people of Mexico, the average American agent will not have this concept..."

Schiller tidied his clothes and seemed ready to leave, while Deathstroke was still eating the food on the table unhurriedly. Before leaving, Schiller whispered: "The United States, Mexico, the Soviet Union... you

Feel some storm coming?"

"None of this has anything to do with me. I get paid to kill people." Deathstroke's tone finally became a little fluctuating. He said: "If you want to contact me, just call the previous phone number. I can kill someone for you, no matter who he is.

who is it."

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

Standing on the balcony of the hotel room, when the morning light shines on the sea, the golden-red waves are constantly rippling. Seabirds are circling in groups over the sea. The few that occasionally land on the sea have their white wings stained by the morning light.

into red.

The morning on the west coast is still so calm and warm, and the people playing on the beach do not feel unusual about this scene at all. However, thousands of miles away in the Gulf of Mexico, the same bright red water has nothing to do with the sun.

The white fishing boat cut through the waves and sailed slowly towards the south in the deep red water. In the water at the stern of the boat, many corpses were slowly sinking. It was not only the sharks that were attracted by the blood, but also Shanshan.

The three Hals arrived late.

"The sharks told me that the dead were all fishermen, mostly from the north, maybe Americans, maybe Mexicans." Arthur said in a low tone: "They were all killed by those drug traffickers."

In an instant, the whole body of the fishing boat was coated with green light. Hal stood on the bow and said in a deep voice: "Accelerate with all your strength, and they must pay the price!"

The fishing boat driven by the energy of the green light could no longer be said to be a fishing boat. Even a warship could not move so fast. Following the blood, they quickly caught up with the drug traffickers who were causing the killing.

Green Lantern's treatment of ordinary drug dealers can be said to be like anti-aircraft cannons against mosquitoes. Soon, the entire boatload of drug dealers met the same fate as those fishermen, and the sharks never left the blood-stained sea.

In the next few days, they followed the footsteps of these drug traffickers, setting off a red wave throughout the Gulf of California, and everywhere they passed was water stained red with blood.

And it wasn't until they set foot on the land of Sinaloa that a brutal massacre appeared in front of them.

In order to retaliate for the massacre of their members by unknown enemies, the Guadalajara organization caused a massacre with a death toll of 135 people in a village in southern Sinaloa.

The body was thrown into the sea, dyeing the tide on the west coast of the Pacific red and shocking the whole world.

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