"who are they."
Broly asked as he watched the plane fly away.
"A group of people who specialize in serving the killers. They are from the Continental Hotel."
Alejandro said.
"The Continental Hotel?"
This immediately aroused Broly's interest.
"The Continental Hotel is an institution set up by a group of people in the underworld to regulate the rules of the underworld. They provide all kinds of services for the killers, including firearms and equipment, target intelligence, accommodation and rest. And no one is allowed to kill anyone in the Continental Hotel."
He became a killer out of thirst for revenge and spent some time in the Continental Hotel. During an operation, he met CIA agent Matt and became his informant before semi-leaving the Continental Hotel.
(The Continental Hotel originates from the killer organization in the John Wick film series. I wonder if you have guessed it from the old man who collected corpses in the previous chapter.)
"After the Reyes Group is dealt with, make one for me, too."
Broly said as he got into the van. He was a little disappointed that he did not get any revival points after destroying the drug factory of the Reyes Group.
Alejandro shrugged and started the van.
The old van was bumping along the loess road and soon left the repair shop behind.
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"Who is it? Is he from the Mata Group?"
Filipoto Reyes had a full beard and brown skin. His skull was huge, like a lion. He was obviously angry at the moment. His eyebrows and hair were trembling, and his face was red from congestion. The dangerous aura he exuded made everyone in the room silent.
Everyone knows what the consequences of offending Filiberto are.
Hanging corpses from streetlights after the most excruciating torture was a common practice among Reyes's gang. He once chopped people into pieces and put them in refrigerators to send to his enemies.
"We are still trying to confirm that almost no one saw them do it, they were perfectly avoiding all the cameras."
Bolton's face was not looking very good. He controlled the armed forces of the Reyes Group and used brutal means to attack the enemies of the Reyes Group and the traitors within it.
"But they still left clues, which were given to us by our friends in the police station."
The strength of Diaz's bulletproof car exceeded Alejandro's expectations. The engine compartment was not completely destroyed even after being hit by a grenade.
The insider in the police station sent a photo of a piece of hood in a sealed bag. Although there were traces of burns and severe deformation on it, you could still clearly see the mark left by a heel.
"Mutant?"
Filippo's expression suddenly became serious.
"Is he from the Brotherhood of Mutants?"
If we talk about who the enemy that Reyes Group fears the most, it is definitely not the powerful American departments such as CIA and FBI, but the Mutant Brotherhood, a terrorist organization that does not follow any rules at all. They have a close connection with the Mutant Factory and bought more than a dozen brainwashed mutants from there as killers.
"It shouldn't be them. If it really was the Brotherhood of Mutants, we would have all been pierced by steel bars like a hornet's nest by now."
Bolton made a joke that was not funny.
"It should be the Mata Group. They found a mutant killer and thought they could deal with us."
Because of the bad relationship between the US government and mutants, there are no mutant members in the CIA and FBI, so they did not suspect them.
"What are you waiting for? Find a group of people to take revenge immediately! I want to make Barro Mata feel the pain!"
Filippoto roared like an angry lion. As a drug cartel, what they fear most is being seen as weak. Competitors and partners will tear the Reyes Cartel, a giant, into pieces and devour it like hyenas smelling blood.
He drank a glass of water and took a breath.
"Also, arrange for Antonio to follow my daughter. Those beasts in the Mata Group are capable of anything."
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Fiesta Inn Naucalpan, 27th floor.
Alejandro was using a large telescope to observe the school across the street. He tapped the telescope and said:
"Swarovski, the aristocrat among telescopes, CIA only uses the best."
The image from the expensive telescope was so clear and sharp that one could almost see the nose hairs in the security guard's nostrils.
"We now have two plans. One is that we will rush into the school across the street and bring her over. This is simpler and won't lead to too many accidents. The other is to kill her halfway, which will cause more chaos, but is also more like what drug cartels do."
Broly was dealing with a pile of burritos and asked without even looking up:
"Which way will kill more people?"
Alejandro shrugged.
"Of course it's the second one. Filipoto Reyes has arranged a lot of bodyguards for his daughter."
Broly picked up a large bottle of beer and drank it all:
"Then we'll wait here until they get out of school. Also, order me another thirty pies."
The San Ignacio School for Girls was established when the Spanish ruled Mexico. It was a model of girls' schools in the 18th century. Today, it is still one of the best schools in Mexico, and most of the students there are daughters of senior officials, foreign officials stationed in Mexico, and business celebrities.
Before the 1990s, it would have been impossible for the daughter of a drug dealer to attend this historic school.
Isabella Reyes' campus life was not happy. Her classmates all subtly excluded her, and the daughter of an American diplomat even humiliated her in person several times.
When school was over, almost all the luxury cars in Mexico appeared at the school gate, and five identical Chevrolet Suburbans were particularly conspicuous.
Several bodyguards in black escorted Isabella into the Saab car in the middle.
Isabella picked up the tablet on the seat and tapped it absentmindedly.
"Why are there so many people today?"
As she spoke, she looked at the man sitting next to her with a somewhat frightened look. He was a sturdy man with a dull expression, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray, without a trace of spirit, and his rock-hard muscles stretched his suit so tightly that it was almost tearing through.
Isabella had seen how they killed people before. They were cruel, efficient, and showed no mercy. They looked like human beings, but in fact they were just weapons created to kill people.
"Someone has been causing trouble for the group recently, and the boss is worried that they are targeting Miss."
The bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat said.
Isabella lay back in her seat with an expressionless face and continued playing with the tablet in her hand. Suddenly, the cartoon playing on the tablet was interrupted.
"Fuck it, I can't connect to the internet!"
The bodyguard in the passenger seat immediately picked up the intercom and contacted the bodyguards in other cars. He did not simply regard the network disconnection as a poor signal.
"Check for signals! Check for unusual movements around us! Someone may be trying to attack us."
The bodyguards in other vehicles discovered after a while that the signal of the entire convoy had been cut off.
"Quick! Speed up!"
The bodyguard felt his heart twitch violently, as if it was grasped by an invisible hand. He took out a dagger, cut open the seat, took out the rifle inside, loaded the magazine, and turned on the safety.