Guadalupe Ind dock.
A pure white small yacht was moored.
udia Abrego stood on the deck, beautiful, or rather sexy. Just hearing her name, one would know she was a member of the founding family of the Gulf Group, the Abrego family.
She held a cigarette in her mouth, her eyes fixated firmly on the fully armed officers on the dock.
Dressed in desert camo, Salomon (France)bat boots, and a mask that left only a pair of eyes exposed, which were deep and oppressive.
If it weren''t for the clear "Policía" (Police) written on the armband, udia Abrego might have thought some country''s Special Forces had arrived.
She waited patiently, and about ten minutester, she saw a Hummer drive into the dock. A fat man hopped down and walked briskly towards her, his gaze lingering on her chest for a moment.
udia noticed.
But her expression was calm, knowing that in Mexico, women wanting to survive in the male-dominated crime industry often had to trade on their sexuality.
All men werescivious.
There''s a saying in Mexico: if you want to rise, be a mistress first!
To build connections, udia had frequented the parties thrown by various drug traffickers, known for being "liberal."
Casare stood on the dock, without introducing himself, "Come on up, I''ll take you to meet boss Victor."
udia nodded and with the help of her bodyguard, she stepped onto drynd. She wasn''t sure if it was an illusion, but as she set her foot on the ground, the fat man seemed to show a smile, and his mouth moved slightly.
"Sir, what did you say?" udia asked.
"Nothing, Guadalupe Ind wees you," Casare said with a cheerful smile, even personally opening the car door for her.
In fact, what he had just muttered was... "The money is in the ount!"
The Hummer drove through the residential areas with udia, encountering children in split pants who, instead of being afraid when they saw the vehicle, teased each other and chased it.
udia was thoughtful. She had heard about the situation on Guadalupe Ind. Apparently, the local Director from a Mexican rural vige was ruthless, eliminating all the drug traffickers on the ind!
At first, she thought it was an exaggeration, but in Ensenada City, she had seen the corpses.
Half eaten by sharks.
The Gulf Group''s higher-ups thought this was a formidable opponent, so they sent udia to retrieve the shipment at all costs.
After all, to men, a beautiful woman''s body was also a target for conquest.
The addicts opposite were already howling for their fix.
The Hummer drove straight to the police station.
Patrol cars were everywhere on the road.
In the police station, udia even saw armored vehicles and cannons, some of which were covered by awnings. Was this the military or the police?
udia''s anxiety spiked. If the Mexican Police were all this well-equipped, what was the point in resisting? Better to just surrender.
Uneptable. When she got back, she would definitely suggest to the bosses that they upgrade the Gulf Group''s equipment,plete with helicopters.
Casare led udia upstairs, knocking on the door. After hearing e in'' from inside the office, he pushed the door open.
udia turned her head and saw a man sitting behind the desk, with dark, short hair, deep-set eyes, a cigarette cocked at an angle in his mouth. His face wasn''t particrly handsome, but the lines were sharp and strong.
"Ady?"
Victor smiled, pointing to the cigarettes on the desk, "Wee, smoke?"
udia walked boldly over, picked up a cigarette and put it in her mouth, then used her fingers to remove the cigarette from Victor''s mouth to light her own. She took a drag, "Great taste."
"You''ve got guts,dy."
"Abrego women are not cowards," udia paused, then untied the scarf binding her hair, "And my chest is quite big, too. Want to feel it? As long as you agree to return our shipment."
Casare pricked up his ears. Was she being so direct?
But thinking about it, Mexican female drug traffickers were like that. Pure? If you''re pure, then what are you doing dealing drugs?
For instance, "Pacific Queen" Sandra originally wanted to be a journalist. "Godfather" Gardo was her distant uncle. With her family''s influence, she had interviewed many drug lords, but once, a rejected suitor kidnapped her.
She was released several monthster.
One could imagine what happens when a woman gets kidnapped for months.
After her release, she had made up her mind to be the drug queen.
And udia in front of him was no angel either.
Victor "saw" her message.
At the age of 11, she was betrothed by her father to an heir of a drug trafficking group, seven years her senior, but at 13, she personally killed this "husband" who had been abusing her. At fifteen, she married again, this time to a Judicial Police Commander from Nuevo Leon, but after three years of marriage, upon discovering his infidelity, she personally ughtered him.
Since then, she understood that if a woman wanted to avoid being a mere essory, she had to be strong. She joined the Gulf Group led by her cousin Garcia Abrego and eliminated plenty of opponents with her beauty.
People gave her the nickname: "Red Spider (Ara?a roja)."
When Victor heard udia''s "terms," he smirked, "Your p***y isn''t worth 80 million US dors, let''s talk about something more realistic."
What kind of pussy is that expensive?
udia heard the mockery in his tone but managed to suppress the anger welling up within her due to her "quality" upbringing, signaling to her bodyguard who handed over a briefcase to him.
"Inside are four bearer checks, each worth two million US dors."
"You want to redeem goods worth 80 million US dors with 8 million?"
udia looked at him, "This is the Gulf Cartel''s goodwill, and we have also secured the use rights to Guadalupe Ind from Tijuana. If you agree, we can hand over the ind to you for management."
This made Victorugh out loud.
"Tijuana? What is that? Does Guadalupe Ind belong to them? What right does a drug trafficking organization have to allocate territory to you?"
"Are you joking with me?"
"Madam, this is a police station, not a mental hospital."
udia frowned, her tone carrying a warning, "Officer Victor, think it through, thebination of Tijuana and the Gulf Group is not something those small-time drug dealers canpare with. We also have deep connections in Mexico City."
"Are you threatening me?" Victor suddenly asked.
udia spread her hands, "I am from the Abrego family. I am merely stating a fact. If that''s how you want to see it, perhaps it can be considered so."
Victor nodded his head.
"If you n to continue in the Mexican political arena, we can help you too, what we like most is to support those who have potential…"
udia wanted to continue, but then she heard a loud, "You motherf**ker threaten me on my own turf!"
Victor reached under the table and grabbed a Mossberg M9200A1 shotgun, cocking it with his left hand and, under udia''s horrified gaze, pulled the trigger.
Boom!
It directly "sprayed" her away, the scene changing so quickly that not even the bodyguards, let alone Casare, had time to react.
As the bodyguards came to their senses, reaching instinctively under their clothes for their guns, Victor gave them a spray too.
Their heads were instantly blown open!
Unsatisfied, Victor, holding the gun stylishly in one hand, gave it a hard shake and fired another shot at udia''s face on the ground.
Her delicate features were gone in an instant.
Only after emptying all the bullets in the shotgun did Victor take a deep breath.
And at the door, police officers had already rushed in with guns drawn.
Seeing the bodies on the ground and the Director with a cigarette in his mouth, they exchanged puzzled looks.
"It''s nothing, a misfire," Victor waved his hand, "Drag the bodies out."
The officers went ahead and "collected" the gruesomely battered bodies.
"What a waste," muttered Casare.
"What did you say?" asked Victor.
Casare shook his head, "Boss, these two were from the Gulf Group…"
"You''re still a key member of the Victor Group, what are you afraid of?"
"I want to make it clear that sooner orter, the violent organizations in Mexico won''t be the drug trafficking groups, but me, Victor!"
"Victor Carlos Vieri!"
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