Guzman was exerting himself on top of his mistress!
He received word that his eldest son, Ainsley, had been kidnapped?
He was so startled he nearly shriveled up.
"Get out! Get out! Get out!" Guzman cursed at the seven female models on the bed.
Scared witless, they ran out the door without even putting on their clothes.
Arturo glanced away, but soon withdrew his gaze; Guzman didn't like others touching his things.
It was like a dog marking its territory by pissing on the ground.
"When did this happen?"
Once Guzman calmed down, he asked with a gloomy face.
Arturo checked his watch, "Four hours ago."
"Fuck! After four hours, Ainsley would've become a dried-up corpse! Kill those bodyguards!" Guzman swore angrily.
In fact, he could understand those bodyguards, as they too wanted to find Ainsley first; everything would be fine if they could find him.
It's like when you make a mistake, do you know what's the first thing to do?
Find a way to push the blame onto someone else if you can't push it off, you can only delay it. This was also because Guzman was so volatile normally that all the subordinates were afraid.
Arturo closed the door, "The opposing force was very coordinated, and even employed Stingers. It's definitely not a common power. In Mexico, it's either Juarez, Gulf Group, Michoacán Family, or..."
"Victor!" Guzman blurted out the name.
There were only so many names that could be called!
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Get lost!" Guzman bellowed.
From outside came the voice of Hector, the second of the Beltran Leyva brothers, "Boss, there's a package at the door... it has news about Ainsley."
Hector, standing outside a little petrified, suddenly saw the door forcefully flung open from the inside, and he retreated in fright.
The word "cousin" could be used by the other three brothers, but not by Hector, because Guzman thought this cousin was truly incompetent.
Hector pointed to the outside living room, and the other person hurried up; Arturo was about to follow when Guzman grabbed his hand.
"What are you doing?!"
Hector frowned, speaking in a low voice, "I'm afraid cousin might go crazy later?"
Arturo's eyebrow twitched, he hesitated for a moment, but then slowed his pace.
Guzman ran to the living room only to see a refrigerator in the middle?
The servant and bodyguards beside it all dodged to the side, flashing anxious looks at him.
Guzman suddenly had a bad feeling, trembling as he opened the upper part of the refrigerator, and a head with its mouth half open appeared!
The face was frosted over, the tongue missing from the mouth, the eyeballs gouged out, and the face etched with: The fate of a drug trafficker!
This was, undeniably, Ainsley Guzman!
In agony, Guzman clenched his fists and screamed, kneeling down, pounding the ground, opening the second and third layers like a madman—Ainsley's body had been dismembered!
Seeing him like that, he clearly had suffered "humanitarian" treatment before his death.
Any method against a drug trafficker is humanitarian!
Hearing Hector's words, Arturo deliberately slowed his steps, seeing Guzman howling in pain.
was just like the kidnapped policeman's family before; in front of him, he raped the policeman's wife, killed his daughter, and Arturo clearly remembered the policeman kneeling on the ground, whining like a wounded dog.
So, Guzman could cry like that too.
Arturo looked at Ainsley in the refrigerator with a furrowed brow, turned his head away, and felt a chill in his own heart. After Guzman had nearly finished crying, he finally moved to help him sit down on the sofa.
The latter wiped away his tears.
Hector came over, glanced at his elder brother, and then said to Guzman, "Boss, there's also a videotape here."
He appeared nervous, afraid his cousin might kill him in his frenzy.
Guzman gestured towards the TV, meaning "play it," and Hector rushed over to play the videotape.
The TV showed a shaky camera scene.
"Record! Record! Record! Starting now."
"Let Guzman see how his son was kidnapped!"
You couldn't see the person's face, but you could hear that brazen mocking voice; the camera was fixated on Ainsley's face, who was struggling for air with a plastic bag over his head.
Arturo felt Guzman tightly grab hold of his wrist!
A face appears, hooded, "Mr. Guzman, greetings! Is this your son? Hahaha! He's like a dog!"
"Not loud enough, break his hand, make him scream." The person commanded arrogantly, as his accomplice took a hammer and forced Ainsley's hand down.
"Wait!" The hooded man shouted, removing Ainsley's watch, kissed the Rolex, pocketed it and said, "Continue!"
With a forceful strike of the hammer, Ainsley's scream could be heard as his pinky flattened.
"See this? This is the fate of a drug trafficker!"
"We'll cut him into three pieces, then cut off his tongue. This is what you do to cops, we will retaliate. You must be curious about who we are."
"We are MDIN! Lord Victor—"
"Idiot, address him as sir!" Another man off-camera loudly said, the apparent leader.
The hooded man looked up, "So, what I said was okay? Should we edit that out?"