"Who are they?"

Broly asked, looking at the plane flying away.

"A group of people who specialize in the killers, and they're the people at the Continental Hotel."

Alejandro said.

"The Continental?"

This immediately piqued Broly's interest.

"The Continental Hotel is an organization set up by a group of people from the underworld to regulate the rules of the underworld, and they provide all kinds of services for the killers, such as firearms and equipment, target intelligence, accommodation and rest, and so on. And no one can kill anyone at the Continental Hotel. ”

Hungry for revenge, he becomes a killer and spends some time in the Continental Hotel. It was only after he met CIA agent Matt during an operation and became his informant before semi-leaving the Continental Hotel.

(Continental Hotel, from the killer organization in the Fast Chase series of movies, I don't know if you guessed from the old man who collected the corpse in the previous chapter)

"After the Reyes Group settles it, give me the whole one."

Broly said, getting into the van. Somewhat disappointed, he destroyed the Reyes Group's drug factory and did not receive any revival points.

Alejandro shrugged his shoulders and started the van.

The dilapidated van jolted along the loess road, quickly leaving the garage behind.

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......

"Who is it! Is it from the Mata Group? ”

Filippoto. Reyes had a beard, some brown skin, and a large skull resembling a lion. At this time, he was clearly in anger, his eyebrows and hair were shaking, and his face was red from bloodshot. The aura of danger emanating from his body silenced everyone in the room.

Everyone knows what the consequences of offending Philiberto are.

After the most painful torture, hanging the body from a street lamp was nothing more than the most common practice of the Reyes group. He used to chop people into pieces and put them in the refrigerator and give them to the enemy.

"We're still making sure that almost no one saw them make a move, and they avoided all the cameras perfectly."

Burton's face is not very good-looking, he controls the armed forces of the Reyes group, and uses brutal means to fight 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 Diaz bulletproof sedan was stronger than Alejandro had expected, and the engine compartment was still not completely destroyed by the grenade.

The inside line of the police station sent a photo. A hood encased in a sealed bag, although it was burned by flames and badly deformed, could still clearly see the mark left by the heel.

"Mutants?"

Filippoto's face suddenly became solemn.

"Are you from the Brotherhood of Mutants?"

If you want to say who the most feared enemy of the Reyes Group is, it is definitely not the CIA, FBI and other American power departments, but the mutant brotherhood, a completely unruly terrorist organization. They are inextricably linked to the mutant factory, from where they bought more than a dozen brainwashed mutants as killers.

"It shouldn't be them, if it's really a mutant brotherhood, then we should all have been inserted into a hornet's nest by now."

Burton made a joke that wasn't funny.

"It's probably the Mata Group, they found a mutant killer and thought they could deal with us."

Because of the bad relationship between the U.S. government and mutants, there are no mutant members in the CIA or FBI. All they did not suspect them.

"Then what are you waiting for, immediately find a group of people to take revenge and go back! I'm going to get Barlow. Mata feels the pain! ”

Filippoto roared like an angry lion. As a drug cartel, what they fear most is to be thought to be starting to weaken. Competitors and co-operatives will tear apart and swallow the behemoth of the Reyes Group like hyenas that smell blood.

He took a glass of water and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Also, arrange for Antonio to follow my daughter, and the beasts of the Mata Group will do everything."

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Carnival Hotel Naucalpan, 27th floor.

Alejandro, who was using a huge monocular, was looking at the school opposite, patted the telescope and said:

"Swarovski's, the nobility of the telescope, the CIA uses only the best."

The images of expensive telescopes are so sharp that you can almost clearly see the nose hairs in the nostrils of the janitor.

"Now we have two plans, one is that we will rush into the opposite school and get her over, which is relatively simple and will not have too many accidents; The second is to intercept and kill halfway, which will cause more chaos, but it is also more like the practice of drug trafficking groups. ”

Broly, who was dealing with a large pile of burritos, asked without looking up:

"Which way can kill more people?"

Alejandro shrugged.

"The second type, of course, Filippoto. Reyes had a whole bunch of bodyguards for his daughter. ”

Broly picked up a large bottle of beer and drank it dry:

"Then we'll wait here until they get out of school. Also, help me order thirty more pies. ”

The San Ignacio School for Girls was founded as early as the Spanish rule in Mexico and is a model for girls' schools in the 18th century. Today, it is still one of the best schools in Mexico, and most of the students in it are the daughters of high-ranking officials, foreign officials in Mexico, and business celebrities.

Before the nineties, it was simply impossible for the daughter of a drug dealer to attend this historic school.

Isabella Reyes' campus life was not pleasant, her classmates were vaguely rejecting her, and the daughter of an American diplomat humiliated her in front of her several times.

At the end of school, almost all of Mexico's luxury cars appeared at the school gate, and the five identical Chevrolet Saab classes were particularly conspicuous.

Several black-clad bodyguards escorted Isabella into the Saab class in the middle.

Isabella picked up the tablet on her seat and lit it absentmindedly.

"Why are there so many people today?"

She said, looking at the person sitting next to her with a somewhat frightened look. It was a strong man with a wooden expression, a pair of eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray, without a trace of brilliance, and the rock-like muscles tightened the suit, almost tearing out.

Isabella had seen how they killed, cruel, efficient, and without the slightest softness, they looked like people, but in fact they were just murderous weapons that had been crafted.

"Recently, someone has been looking for trouble with the group, and the boss is worried that they are targeting Miss."

Said the bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat.

Isabella lay back in her seat with a blank face and continued to play with the tablet in her hand. Suddenly, the cartoon playing on the tablet was interrupted.

"Maja Fak, can't connect to the Internet!"

The bodyguard in the passenger seat immediately alertly picked up the walkie-talkie and contacted the bodyguards in the other cars. He didn't simply take the disconnection as a bad signal.

"Check the signal! Check for abnormalities around you! Someone might want to do something to us. ”

The bodyguards who were on top of the other vehicles found that the entire convoy had lost signal.

"Quick! Speed up! ”

The bodyguard felt his heart throb, as if he was being grasped by a large invisible hand. He pulled out the dagger, cut open the seat, pulled out the rifle inside, loaded the magazine, and opened the safe.