161. Vaux's Mexican headquarters

Mexico City, today at the junction of Nuevo León Road and Baja California Boulevard, is bustling with famous cars and celebrities, and there are many faces who are VIP guests of this building. The security guards of the HSBC building were all dispatched, and they found that those noble guests each brought their own bodyguards and were much better equipped than them, which made the security guards a little ashamed, but it did not prevent them from arranging parking, after all, this is also a job with tips, in case of being favored by a rich man, he can also change to a high-paying job.

Today marks the official opening of the Vaux Group's headquarters in Mexico City. As a combination of pharmaceutical, real estate development, trade and other enterprises, it is natural that Mexican celebrities flock to it, and several people want to meet this big businessman who has always been known for his low-key and mysterious to see if there is any opportunity to cooperate. In the past few years, business has not been good, there are traps everywhere, and everyone is thinking about how to expand and improve profit margins.

At 11 o'clock in the afternoon, the traffic at the gate began to flow smoothly, and a large number of people gathered to watch the excitement. A group of military police maintained order on both sides of the road and downstairs of the HSBC building, and Sanchez and several SWAT team members sat in civilian clothes and bulletproof vests in an anti-terrorist explosion-proof vehicle to endure the sweltering heat, and the scorching sun steam the inside of the explosion-proof vehicle like a barbecue. A command vehicle was parked at the intersection, and they were responsible for directing and controlling the other police officers on the scene, and there were police snipers on the rooftops of several surrounding buildings, who were very concerned about the safety of this group of powerful people.

The road was congested again, and the sound of car horns and engines raised the temperature by a few degrees.

At 11:20 a.m., a large number of bodyguards in suits poured out from the building next to the HSBC Building, quickly dispersed around, and then those rich people who dressed casually and looked like they were worth a lot of money walked out, chatting and laughing with each other like a big family, and those who didn't know thought that this group of people was indeed as amiable as they seemed on their faces.

The cameras in the hands of the reporters in the crowd began to "click", and the flash was not inferior to the sun, reflecting the people on the steps into the frames, some were interviewing loudly, some were extending the microphone to the front, but they could not get close to the front steps, and the high-ranking magnates looked apologetically at the reporters in the audience, their faces full of love.

Mo Lei, who was mixed in with the crowd of onlookers, was wearing a sportswear and brown contact lenses, which made him extremely uncomfortable, and his eyes always seemed to have tears flowing down. The beard on his face was glued, and the hat on his head made him look more like an out-of-town tourist, with a change of clothes and toiletries tucked into his backpack, which he used to cope with the security check when approaching Vaux. As for weapons, he had nothing now, but that wasn't the main thing, and today wasn't the day of assassination, but to get a closer look at this opponent - an opponent who was bent on his own death and killed his own loved ones.

The 6th floor at the entrance of the building was crowded with people, all of them full of ambition and grandeur, talking and laughing with each other. Mo Lei saw an acquaintance - Monica. With a stiff smile on her face, the girl stood next to a middle-aged man in a golden suit who looked amiable, his gray hair was shaved short, and the other men around him seemed to respect him. Mo Lei smiled, that was probably Monica's "philosopher" father, and he must have a deep background to be able to appear here. No wonder the girl looked proud when she talked about it, but why was her smile so stiff.

A few minutes later, there was a commotion in the crowd, and the crowd on the porch parted on either side, and a middle-aged man with blond hair and a high nose and a wide mouth walked out of the gate, with a neatly trimmed beard, golden eyes on the bridge of his nose, and a warm smile at the corners of his mouth. Behind him, followed a middle-aged man with extremely short hair, pale skin, and a straight body, who knew that he was of Germanic descent by looking at his eyebrows and facial features, and who also wore metal-framed glasses on his face, but with an indifferent expression, and a gray suit with bulging hems, as if carrying a weapon.

This time, without the flash of the camera and the sound of the shutter opening and closing, all the reporters remained silent and silent. Even the reporters at those stations turned off their cameras and turned their lenses elsewhere. On the steps, a staff member tore a red cloth from the main entrance of the building, revealing the golden words: Volks.

Vaux. Turan.

"Tomahawk" Gordon.

Based on his intuitive impression combined with Victor's words, Mo Lei recognized these two people at a glance. Gordon, in particular, doesn't know what Victor's psychology is, and he describes "Tomahawk" Gordon very carefully: height, weight, appearance, etc. Mo Lei saw that this Gordon was the same as Victor said, if he fought with him in close combat, there was a chance that he would lose in the hands of the other party. But once you fight for your life, you don't know.

Mo Lei saw two men in suits suddenly walk towards the crowd and handed over the mobile phones of a man and a woman who were taking pictures with their mobile phones, and a middle-aged man standing in a remote corner, whose camera was also taken down by one of the bodyguards and taken off the film. The middle-aged man argued angrily, but the bodyguard raised his hand to call the police, and the middle-aged man did not know where to go.

Mo Lei's impression of Gordon in his heart is clearer, the thoroughness of security work requires a lot of energy and a team like a command, it seems that Gordon is not lacking in both points.

Before the speech began, Vaux and several Mexico City officials probably reached a consensus, and after going out, he didn't talk to anyone anymore, but the smile on his face was indeed very warm, his eyes glanced at random, and nodded with others to quiet down the magnates, a woman in a dress stepped forward with a microphone and handed it to Gordon, Gordon played with it in his hand and handed it to Vaux, and raised his hand to the somewhat noisy crowd, and for a moment, even the onlookers stopped discussing, They were all looking at the central figure on the stage, and they all wanted to hear what this guy would say.

Silently portraying Vaux's facial features in his heart, Mo Lei's eyes suddenly narrowed into a thin line - he saw an extremely familiar back, entangled with a bodyguard, probably also taking pictures with his mobile phone. But Mo Lei found that the figure quickly left after getting the phone back, while the bodyguard looked down at something in place for a while, and then walked to the vicinity of Gordon on the stage. After getting Gordon's attention, Gordon walked over to the bodyguard and glanced at something he had taken from the latter's hand, then said a few words to the bodyguard, who turned and left.

Mo Lei's heart tightened, and he quietly took a few steps back. A tourist-looking woman was greeting her companions and signaling to walk towards the underpass next to the road, Mo Lei followed behind them, and when he glanced around, he found that at least four bodyguards were moving in the direction where he was standing just now, and several strong men dressed like local residents also walked quickly.

"My friend told me that Mexico City is the best city to invest in because the people of this country, the people of this city, are as passionate as ......."

Volks, who was on stage, had already begun to speak, and Gordon was standing beside him with a natural expression, but his eyes under the lenses were glancing around.

Mo Lei quickened his pace.

It is no longer possible to go through the underpass.

He saw the anti-terrorist riot car and the police standing next to the car. For a moment, he wanted to go in that direction, but quickly dismissed his foolish idea, and instead strode past the cars stuck in the road, and there were still many people who left in this way, as long as he crossed the road, there were more people in the square opposite, and it was safe to blend in with the crowd.

Who's that familiar back?

Gail?

Gail, that's him.

Mo Lei didn't have any anger of betrayal in his heart. It's not the first time that this guy has betrayed himself, and he understands him, and Mo Lei is grateful and apologetic to Gail.

It's just that in today's situation, Gail shouldn't have done that.

The bodyguard behind him walked extremely fast, but he did not dare to run fast and cause chaos. But it didn't matter if those Mexican strong men, Mo Lei hadn't crossed the road yet, but through the reflection of the glass of the car parked on the road, he saw at least three strong men running up and rushing towards him from three different directions.

If you have a weapon with you, you can shoot in the air and cause chaos, and then walk away. But in this situation, the only way to defeat them one by one can be done, but the square has an unobstructed view except for the surrounding trees, and it is too easy to expose the body, if there is a sniper in a high place, then he will become a target in minutes.

Turn back to the left and enter the Park of Molores, with its eight exits and numerous points to visit.

What the other party is looking for now is a man in tracksuit, a sunhat, and a big beard, who may be able to leave safely as long as he finds a place to change his appearance and dress. At worst, you can divide the park into several positions and break them down one by one, but only if the police are not involved.

Think as you go.

It seems that Gale is extremely cruel to himself.

But this guy is also very aware of himself, and has even analyzed his height, standing and walking posture. It's not hard to change the way you walk, just stuff a sponge under your knee to remind you that you're lame, even in the process of running.

While thinking, he quickly walked around a minibus painted yellow and white. Mo Lei suddenly lowered his body and rushed to the left side with a trot between the two cars. Then he dodged the sight of a strong man and rushed towards the side road of the HSBC building.

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