Victor laughed, the dimples on his face still visible, "Thank you very much, I think I've seen an angel."
"No… no, we are friends, aren't we?"
In the background, Casare could feel the boss wanting to hook up with this woman!
A few words to make a woman fall?
MD, does being handsome give you free rein?
He looked down at his own belly, thinking that fat guys are cute too.
Jalisco State, Guadalajara.
A village by the sea.
The room was pitch black.
The weather was not so good, misty.
The glow from the TV cast a gaunt figure into relief, as El Mencho shoved handfuls of corn meal into his mouth, eating like a starved ghost.
His eyes were fierce with a touch of madness.
The TV was broadcasting news about the Rebels.
Upon hearing the anchor say it ended in failure.
El Mencho's expression exploded with rage, "Useless! All TMD useless!" he cursed, tossing his corn meal at the screen before pulling out an AK47 next to him and spraying the TV with bullets.
Hearing the gunshots, the drug traffickers rushed in and were taken aback by the scene.
In their panic, not knowing what to do, El Mencho's little brother, a childhood friend who grew up with him and served time together in the United States, nicknamed "Puma," Luis Rikkason-Six walked in.
As for the reason behind his nickname, "Puma," it was said to be due to his long hair, but as to which hair?
That remains to be verified.
Once Victor catches you, I'll put you in a microwave and see how many hairs you have.
"An American woman has escaped but was caught and brought back," said Luis Rikkason-Six, whose vocal cords were damaged and his voice was hoarse.
El Mencho glanced at him, stepped out of the room, and saw a woman kneeling on the muddy ground below, shivering, her face filled with terror.
She was an American hostage he had captured, for the sole purpose of demanding a ransom; otherwise, where would the money come from to buy weapons and ammunition?
In two months, he had kidnapped 32 Americans, 4 French, and 2 Koreans. Those two Koreans had been very uncooperative, and he had hanged them on the spot.
As the woman saw El Mencho, her pupils shrank, and she desperately shook her head, "I won't do it again, please, I beg you to spare me, my husband will pay."
El Mencho patted her head, grabbing her hair, and looking into her terrified eyes, he whispered, "Why didn't you behave?"
The woman's mouth opened as she felt the force on her hair gradually intensify.
El Mencho pulled out a military dagger from behind him and stabbed it directly into the woman's mouth—he plunged it 20 centimeters deep, straight through!
But the woman wasn't dead yet; her body convulsed violently as she emitted a "heh heh" sound from her throat.
"Dig her eyeballs out, I like her eyes."
This guy must have rabies, uh... human rabies, probably bitten by a rabid person.
Luis Rikkason-Six nodded expressionlessly, then looked up at the other man, "Boss, the Michoacán Family is getting help from Guzman, and we're under a lot of pressure. Our plan to invade Sinaloa State might not be so easy."
"The Gulf Group and the Juarez Cartel are also pressuring us from other areas. They want to swallow us whole."
Upon hearing this, El Mencho's breathing noticeably halted, and his eyes reddened, "Those three motherf*ckers, who are they to stop me from trafficking? What right do they have? To make me their little brother?"
"I, El Mencho, was born to be a boss!"
"If he can't let me live well, let's not let him be comfortable either. Let's kill Guzman's mother first."
"I'll lead the team personally!"
On one hand, Victor wants to kill his mother, and you want to kill her too.
Could they possibly bump into each other?
Mexicans, traditional craftsmanship?
Killing someone's mother?