Chapter 172: Mexican Guest

At a small, remote airport outside Atlantic City, a private small jet slowly pulled up on the runway. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info several airport staff rushed over, and the bright red carpet rushed from the runway directly into the terminal. Yuri and Ivankov walked unhurriedly towards the plane, waiting for the arrival of the guests.

The door of the plane slowly opened, and Yuri and Ivankov looked up at the door, looking forward to meeting the Mexican guests. However, to the surprise of the two, it was actually a beautiful woman who appeared at the hatch. She has neat short blond hair, dresses like a professional woman, a white corset can't block her fleshy breasts, a pair of beautiful legs are exposed under a short skirt, and her calves are embroidered with religious-style tattoos, looking full of wild beauty.

The graceful lady kindly extended her hand to the two of them, introduced herself and said: "Mr. Grachev and Mr. Ivankov?" I am Mr. Peña's secretary, and you may call me Diana, but please wait a moment, for Mr. Peña may not come out until a while. ”

Yuri and Ivankov glanced at each other, and the helplessness and dissatisfaction in their hearts arose, this airport was originally used for private jets to take off and land, and it was not used frequently on weekdays, but now the whole airport is surprisingly quiet. Suddenly, a strange cry came from the plane. Yuri and Ivankov couldn't help but look at the plane again, and it was difficult to get noticed from this cry, because it was a sound that only happens when men and women are in love. The two looked at each other, and then looked at the female secretary named Diana in embarrassment, and the other looked at the cabin as usual.

Yuri and Ivankov were standing below at the moment, feeling both angry and ridiculous. What the hell is this guy named Peña, who actually let two casino owners wait for him to do that kind of thing on it, and he doesn't take the Gorky gang people seriously! However, Yuri thought about the $400 million a week, hesitated for a moment, and finally endured it.

Ten minutes later, there was a burst of hearty moaning of men and women. The fierce battle among the planes finally came to an end. After a while, a man in a white casual suit and a floral silk shirt slowly walked off the plane holding on to the handrail of the spiral staircase. He had a handkerchief in his hand, and he kept wiping his hands, and he didn't know what the hell this guy was wiping.

Naturally, the first meeting greetings followed, and Yuri and Ivankov tried their best to avoid shaking hands with this ridiculous guy. They politely welcomed the Mexican guest into the car, and soon the motorcade of guests left the airport and headed for the Taj Mahal casino in the city.

Just as the convoy left the airport, a van quietly followed in the parking lot outside the airport. In the passenger seat of the car, a blonde man chews gum while observing the vehicles in front of him through a telescope, and from time to time reports the license plates of the vehicles in the convoy through the intercom. In the compartment of the truck, several people are reporting to their superiors in detail about what is happening here through satellite phones. The information of the license plate was quickly fed back from the headquarters, and the cars were all registered in the name of the Taj Mahal Casino, and then the information of several high-level executives of the Taj Mahal Casino was also transmitted through the microphone. Someone quickly recorded the message from the microphone, and then handed the note to the blonde man sitting in the passenger seat.

The blond-haired man put the binoculars aside, picked up the information given to him by his colleague and looked at it casually, he skimmed over some unimportant information, and looked directly at the criminal record column in the back. It read, "This person is suspected of involvement in the arson of a restaurant in Atlantic City, but the investigation was forced to be terminated because the suspect has Vatican diplomatic status." When he read this, the blonde man cried out in surprise.

The blonde said excitedly: "I think we caught a big fish this time, guess who came to pick up Peña, they are Vatican diplomats." Holy, can you think of it? Pablo's ally, Racha's chief accountant, was in trouble with the Vatican's diplomats. This time it seems that this matter is not small! ”

The man in charge of driving the car couldn't help but turn his head when he heard this. However, this behavior was immediately stopped by the blonde man, who quickly said: "Concentrate on driving man!" ”

The blond-haired man then instructed his colleague in the carriage: "Tell Langley [where the CIA headquarters is located] that Racha's Peña has appeared in Atlantic City, and that he is accompanied by two Vatican diplomats who have dual Italian and Vatican citizenship and legal residency in the United States." And the most important thing is that these two people may be involved in an arson case, and the judicial authorities cannot trace it because of the diplomatic status of the other party! Tell the second group to go to the Taj Mahal Casino right away! The target person is likely to live here these days. If we're lucky, we'll be able to dig up Pablo and Racha's lair through them this time! ”

Yuri and Ivankov were unaware of what was happening in the van at the back of the convoy, and at the moment they were still thinking about working with each other. Their status as diplomats has led them to mistakenly believe that the police are no longer able to sanction them, so they let their guard down. But what they didn't know was that Peña, a Mexican guest, did not have diplomatic immunity, and the police and the FBI could have investigated them indirectly by investigating Peña. And the fact that the U.S. law enforcement agencies can't deal with the two doesn't mean that the Vatican cannot, as long as the U.S. police have enough evidence, they can cooperate with the Vatican through Interpol to send Yuri and Ivankov to prison, and this time it's the CIA, which is even more powerful than the FBI, and the situation is even more dangerous. But everything is based on the premise that the investigators have a lot of evidence.

At this time, another group of CIA agents had already arrived at Taj Mahal first. They had come here to lay out in advance, and as soon as the target character Peña appeared here, their work began. But their job wasn't to capture Peña. It is not known how many petty people like Peña have within the Medellín group, and there is no value in catching him, and the ultimate goal of the CIA is Peña's boss, Racha or Pablo. They are the big men who control the supply of D-products in the United States.

At this moment, Seryosha was watching a fierce rugby game in the corner of a bar inside the casino, drinking a beer. And Seryosha's wives buy their favorite things in the mall near the casino. No one perceived that danger was looming, and no one realized that the Mexican guest brought more than just wealth.