The Wolf of Los Angeles - Chapter 312

City of St. Louis, Mexico.

The city is less than 100 kilometers away from the U.S.-Mexico border, typically too far from heaven and too close to America.

Sanders, deputy chief of criminal and drug control at the St. Louis Police Department, wore casual clothes and entered a bar with the “Tequila” sign.

During the daytime working hours, there are not many people in the bar.

Sandra looked at a guy in a cowboy hat and quickly walked over and sat opposite him.

Shaville, the big leader of the Agave Gang, raised the brim of the hat, picked up the agave on the table, poured him a glass, and said, “Is Mayor Maria’s speech the topic of tomorrow still anti-drug?”

Sandra said: “She didn’t learn any lessons from the previous escape, thinking that she could control the police station by replacing a new director. It was too simple to think about it. What can a director do with the police station?”

“A new generation of politicians are so idealistic?” Shaville really couldn’t figure it out: “The last time the random gun shot killed her husband, she was lucky and was rescued, and she actually wanted to ruin our business.”

Sandra suggested, “Then kill her and keep her silent forever.”

Shaville picked up the wine glass and drank it all: “We thought the same thing, finish the work we didn’t finish last time.”

He asked, “Will the police station provide escorts for tomorrow’s speech?”

Sandra knew what he wanted to do: “Yes, the SWAT team will protect Mayor Maria in close proximity and take on the pick-up and drop-off work.”

“Very good, let her give a speech against drugs, and let her be passionate.” Shaville smiled gloomy and terrifyingly: “Our dear Mayor Maria just finished his great speech against drugs, and just became an angel of justice, and was shot to death by drug dealers in the street. It will definitely be shocking.”

Sandra felt relieved: “Originally the director should be mine, she airborne one, **** it.”

Shaville suddenly put away his smile and asked, “There is no news yet for your capable subordinate, the **** who the SWAT team can beat the most?”

Sandra knew who he was talking about. That **** was like this mayor. He had problems with his head. He kept a lot of money and insisted on drug control. He also caught several important figures in the Tequila Gang, which forced him to take action.

As a result, he only killed his family and friends, but did not kill anyone, and was killed by the other party.

This matter is infuriating.

Sandra shook her head: “No one was found, it has been missing for two years.”

Shaville didn’t take it seriously and said, “Will you be in charge tomorrow?”

“There are requirements from above, and you must always be able to live up to your face.” Sandra said: “Don’t hurt my people when you attack.”

“We’ll have cars to separate you,” Shaville said.

The two finalized the fate of the city’s nominal top administrative official.

After Sandra left, Shaville went to the cellar, went down from the cellar, and also had a large basement.

There are full of weapons here, and there are 8 fierce gunmen who are debugging and maintaining guns.

But no one noticed that two Mexicans were observing the tequila bar on the second floor of a hotel diagonally opposite the bar.

Traffickingmen are an important part of Mexican society. In places far away from the capital Mexico City and close to the U.S. border, traffickers’ gang organizations are almost public.

They have been observing here for many days and have identified several senior executives of the Tequila Gang who often go in and out of the bar.

Especially the big boss Shaville, who spends a lot of time in the bar.

When the weather got dark, the two drove out of St. Louis, came to a repair shop in the northern suburbs, and went directly into a factory shed.

Nearly twenty people have gathered here.

In the middle of the factory shed, there is a long wooden table filled with weapons.

Campos is sorting out a handful of M4s.

On the other side, Yero chose his favorite light machine gun.

The mercenary leader Boske commanded four subordinates and brought two more boxes, which exposed the C4, grenade and bazooka inside after opening it.

When Boske saw that all the people came back, he said to Campos, “Everyone is here.”

Campos put down the gun in his hand, stood up and came to the head of the long table, and said, “I will talk about the latest situation in detail.”

One of the people who just came in was the first to speak: “Tequila Bar is the target gang’s resident, and the target character Shaville is basically staying in the bar during the day.”

He put out the photos and videos he took through his laptop.

Campos looked at Boske: “What do you think?”

The transaction is expensive, and Boske collects money to do things: “You are the commander, and we will follow your orders.”

Campos, who had made up, thought about it slightly and said, “The news is now confirmed that the St. Louis Police Department’s SWAT team will be responsible for protecting Mayor Maria tomorrow. This SWAT team has been corrupted. The information obtained before, the Tequila Gang is going to attack Maria. With the past style of drug dealers, they will attack tomorrow.”

Boske fully agreed: “Last month, a mayor who advocated drug control, completed the inauguration ceremony less than three hours, and had not even officially taken office at the city hall and was shot dead in the street.”

This is a typical dealer style, with killing as a warning.

Campos had a lot of dealing with the Tequila Gang two years ago, understanding the gang’s style of doing things, saying, “In the way they always kill important targets, the second leader Cesar and the third leader Fehrman will lead the team in person.”

Boske asked, “We’re divided into two teams?”

“No, team three!” Campos took out the map that had been studied thoroughly and said, “The first team is led by Bosque, and ambushed here, here, here, here. After the mayor gave his speech, he will definitely leave here.”

He looked at Carlos and Jero, who were wearing the same makeup, and said, “You are familiar with the terrain and follow Bosque.” The two nodded.

Campos pointed to Garcia: “You lead a team of people. At the end of the mayor’s speech, I will inform you that you rush into the Tequila bar! The most elite force of Tequila will definitely attack Maria. You will kill all the remaining people in the bar, and leave no one behind!”

Garcia responded, “Yes.”

Campos pointed to the speech square on the map: “This is a speech on drug control, and the chief and deputy chief of the St. Louis police station must attend, Juan and Fiona, you follow me, our goal is Sanders.”

After the plan is completed, both sides have made arrangements.

After the action was arranged, Campos asked Boske to speak on the other side.

He saw everything in the past few days after returning to St. Louis, and the team led by Boske was very professional.

When he came here, Hawke told some things.

Campos is not a false statement, but very direct: “Are you interested in establishing more cooperation in the future?”

“I don’t take care of the work in the United States, and I don’t take care of the four major monsters in East Asia.” Boske is very self-aware and knows how to survive: “These places are too dangerous, and it is highly likely that they will not be able to get out alive if they go there.”

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Although I say I have to work hard, I can’t go even though I know it’s death.

They are mercenaries, not soldiers.

Campos said, “The jobs in these places will not be found for you.”

Boske nodded and said, “As long as you give enough money, everything else is easy to say. I have worked with your East Coast employer several times.”

Campos said, “I will contact you in the future.”

Boske also saw Campos and his men’s professional qualities, and was not a scam, so he stretched out his hand: “I wish us a happy future cooperation.”

The two big hands wearing tactical gloves held each other together.

The next morning.

Hundreds of citizens gathered in front of the temporary podium in St. Louis Square.

The SWAT police, who were armed with live ammunition, stood in front of the podium. Maria, who was elected last year, stood on the podium, shouting loudly at the citizens and the media cameras, telling about the harm of drugs, telling about drug-related crimes, harm to the city of St. Louis and citizens, etc.

The police chief on one side of the podium frowned, as if carrying an impossible task on his back.

On the other side, Sanders, the deputy director who truly held power, always had a smile on his face.

Speaking of the emotional part, Maria took off her top, leaving only a black bust, revealing the gunshot scar on her body: “I took off my clothes and just wanted to show my wounds. These were all left after the last drug dealer shooting. Despite the injury, I still stood here bravely. Even if I lost my husband, I would not surrender or leave. I would fight drugs all the time and never stop!”

The female mayor, even though he has been in one of the most dangerous jobs in the world, is still full of fighting spirit.

But in the square, there were very few responders.

Citizens are very aware that those things have already penetrated into every corner of the city.

Even if the mayor declares war, it will be useless.

Finally, applause rang out, and sparse applause spread throughout the square.

Maria put on her clothes, waved her fists high, and walked under the podium.

Compared to the various fairies and monsters in Los Angeles.

This is the real feminist fighter.

Maria got into her car under the **** of the SWAT police.

An ordinary police car in front opened the road, Maria’s car in the middle, and a explosion-proof car from the SWAT team followed behind.

The convoy of three cars turned out of the square and headed towards the city hall.

The car had just turned into the main road and passed an intersection when a heavy garbage truck suddenly rushed out of the alley.

The car blocked the intersection and blocked the special police car.

The special police on the explosion-proof car were not in a hurry at all, and they braked slowly. The people in the co-pilot got off the car like an old man, wanting to check the situation.

The door of the rear car box has also been opened, and the work posture must be put out.

At the same time, the police car in front accelerated and ran away.

In the opposite lane, an off-road vehicle rushed over and hit Maria’s car directly.

Maria had already experienced a shooting and looked at the people wearing masked hoods behind the windshield of the off-road vehicle and couldn’t help but close their eyes.

She knew that there would be this day, but death would not change her.

St. Louis is Maria’s hometown and she wants to save the fallen city.

But she is not Batman, and she does not have the money and power of the Wayne family, and criminals in the city will not play with him.

The gunshots started. (End of this chapter)