In the VIP room of the Cedar Restaurant at the Beverly Hill Hotel in Los Angeles, Kayla stepped forward and shook Schiller's hand, and behind him was another man, a black man, wearing a uniform and a burly build, almost about the same size as Arthur.

"Professor Schiller, this is Lelah, an agent of the US Drug Enforcement Administration, and after hearing the clues you provided, the two of us rushed to Los Angeles without stopping."

"You may be seated." Schiller pointed to the chair opposite, then walked to the door and said to the waiter, "It's time to serve, thank you." ”

The DEA's agent Lila looked very serious, and before the food could be served, he said to Schiller: "The resumption of activities at sea by the Guadalajara organization is not good news for us. ”

"About five years ago, one of our agents was murdered and shocked the world, and Congress and the president were furious, and in just five years, Mexico's drug trafficking industry has risen again, and now they want to invade the West Coast again, and we will have to pay the price."

Lila is actually talking about a non-famous tragedy in the history of world drug combat, and the murderer of this tragedy is the leader of the Guadalajara organization, Gallardo.

In November 1984, the Mexican government's anti-narcotics operation was vigorously launched in Mexico, and at the same time, an agent codenamed Kiki was lurking among the managers of the Guadalajara organization cultivation industry chain.

The anti-narcotics agent, whose real name is Kamaré LS Racha, obtained information about the plantation and guided the Mexican government to burn down a plantation covering an area of about 15,000 acres.

Enraged, the plantation's owner, Gallardo, captured the agent and tortured him for at least 30 hours, leaving his body almost unrecognizable by the time he was found.

The Washington government was furious, and the Mexican government, under pressure from the U.S. Congress and the president, started the first war on drugs and frantically suppressed Guadalajara.

By 1989, the organization had lost its glory, and the various selling organizations had been severely damaged, and Gallardo was nowhere to be found.

"It could be a signal." Black agent Lila tapped her finger on the table and said, "The Mexican government has eased its crackdown on Guadalajara, and they may be tempting us to loosen our surveillance of sea lanes, and they want to make a comeback." ”

"Professor Schiller, you said on the phone that the Guadalajara organization massacred the indigenous people of a village on a small island in the Gulf of Mexico, do you know the location of that island? We want to send someone to check it out. Kayla said as she ate.

Schiller observed Kayla's movements, and found that she was eating in a hurry, presumably hungry, but considering that it was morning, they may have arrived from the East Coast overnight, and it was normal for them to miss dinner and breakfast.

Just last night, Schiller called Kayla, the head of the CIA residency in the metropolis with whom he had been in contact, to report the situation he had encountered, but he did not expect that they took it very seriously and even rushed over overnight.

The CIA and the DEA working together sounds like a fantasy, with the CIA lighting the fire and the DEA putting out the fire, which can be seen everywhere on the vast South American continent, and the two sides do not deal with each other, or rather, the CIA and any agency in the United States do not deal with each other. …

"By the way, Professor Schiller, you said on the phone that you have more important information, what's going on?" Kayla looked at Schiller and asked,

Schiller glanced at the door, and Lela, a black agent sitting outside, walked to the door and closed the door, Schiller took a document from his briefcase and handed it to Kayla, who flipped it over and then turned solemn.

Kayla handed the papers to Lila, whose face grew darker, and after a while, he hammered the table and said, "Damn vampires!" You should go to hell! ”

Kayla lightly touched Lila with her arm, Lila noticed her gaffe, slowly retracted her face and said: "The Quinn Group will have a connection with this group of drug dealers, it is not surprising, most of the West Coast Group has shady dealings with them......"

"Although there are some clues in this information, they cannot be called evidence, and we need more definitive evidence to bring down the Quinn Group."

"Do you really want to do that?" Schiller asked: "Even the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration may not be able to match them on this issue, and the state legislatures and Congresses have their people......

Speaking of this, Lila was even more angry, saying, "Raise your own self! In order to stir up the situation in South America, some people in Congress did not hesitate to use the lucrative profits of drug trafficking as a bait to cultivate their own influence in South American countries. ”

Schiller looked at Lila, a black man who was very burly, but he spoke in a way that was very similar to many professors at Gotham University, and not quite like most black people in his age.

"Professor Schiller, don't worry, Lila has a strong sense of responsibility to the public, he has been doing this for many years, and he has seen too many cruel acts of drug dealers, we hope to be able to get evidence, but I don't know, can you help with this?"

"The only clue I can give you is that the heir of the Quinn family disappeared for a while, but recently, he has returned, and some people in the Quinn group do not want him to come back, so they sent a killer to assassinate him, and when the killer came to the hotel, he found that Little Quinn was not here, but I met the killer, and there was more than one killer."

Lila and Kayla looked at each other, and Lila immediately stood up, shook Schiller's hand, and said, "Thank you, Professor, this is a very valuable clue, and the people of the West Coast and Mexico will not forget your kindness." ”

"We're going to get down to business now, so we'll forgive us." With that, Lila turned and left, and Kayla smiled apologetically at Schiller and caught up with him.

Schiller sat back down at the table, and in a few moments a yellow and black figure jumped in from the balcony, and Death Knell walked across from Schiller, sat down, lifted his mask, and began to eat.

"I didn't expect that the mercenary would need someone else to help him avenge the day." Schiller said as he ate.

"It's against the rules that they send a lot of orders but don't explain the situation to me." Knell's voice was low and hoarse, and he couldn't tell his exact age, and he said, "If everyone were like them, we would be underpriced." ”…

Just a little earlier yesterday, Deathstroke came to Schiller again, hoping that he could help him deal with the Quinn family, on the grounds that the Quinn family had multiple shots, but they had not told Deathbell.

To put it simply, they hired Death Knell at the same time as they hired many other killers, and they didn't tell Death Knell about it.

It can be seen that the idea behind the Quinn Group is that among so many killers, there will always be one who can successfully kill Oliver Quinn, and once Oliver Quinn is dead and the others have no target, then the transaction will be nullified, and only a small deposit is needed to greatly increase the success rate of the assassination.

But in the killer industry, this is a big taboo, if every employer does this, the killer industry will definitely usher in involution, not only to fight for the success rate of assassination, but also to fight for speed and accuracy, and the corresponding is to be depressed and exploited.

"He is not the only one in this world who has come up with this method, and that idiot has not thought about why the people who have used this method have no voice." Knell is very cautious even in his usual conversations, never using any specific words to describe his employer, and even if he has to use a pronoun, it will not be pointed.

"But I can't just kill him, it's also against the rules, in this circle, if you want to have a job, you have to have a good reputation." Knell's voice was lowered a little more, and it became a little lake-like.

"The CIA and the Drug Enforcement Administration are eyeing the Quinn family at the same time, they won't feel good, please remember our deal, now, you owe me a human life." Schiller put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said.

"I'm afraid it's not just the CIA and the Drug Enforcement Administration, right?" Deathknell's movements paused, then asked.

"Kayla is a KGB, I think you've already looked into it, and the black man he brought with him today, if I'm not mistaken, may have been a former member of the Black Panther Party, and he described the Quinn Group, using the word 'vampire,' and referring to the people of the West Coast and the people of Mexico, which the average American agent wouldn't have......"

Schiller straightened his clothes and seemed to be ready to leave, while Knell was still eating the food on the table unhurriedly, and before leaving, Schiller whispered, "America, Mexico, Soviet Union...... Do you sense some kind of storm coming? ”

"None of this has anything to do with me, I take money to kill people." Knell's tone finally became a little fluctuating, and he said, "If you want to contact me, just call the previous number, and I can kill someone for you, whoever he is." ”

"I hope so." Schiller grabbed his umbrella, left his seat with a blank face, and walked out of the dining room.

Standing on the balcony of the hotel room, when the morning sun sprinkled on the sea, the golden red waves continued to ripple, and the seabirds circled in flocks above the sea, and occasionally landed on the sea, and the white wings were dyed red by the morning light.

Mornings on the West Coast are still so calm and warm, and the people frolicking on the beach don't feel anything unusual about it, but thousands of miles away in the Gulf of Mexico, the same bright red waters have nothing to do with the sun.

The white fishing boat cut through the waves and slowly headed south in a deep red water, and in the water at the stern of the boat, many corpses were slowly sinking, and the blood attracted not only the sharks, but also the three Hals.

"The sharks told me that the dead were fishermen, mostly from the north, maybe Americans, maybe Mexicans." Arthur said in a low tone, "They were all killed by those drug dealers." ”

In an instant, the whole body of the fishing boat was plated with green light, and Hal stood at the bow of the boat and said in a deep voice: "Accelerate with all your might, you must make them pay!" ”

The fishing boat powered by the green light energy can no longer be said to be a fishing boat, even the warship does not have such a speed, and along the blood, they quickly catch up with the drug dealers who are causing the killing.

Green Lantern dealt with ordinary drug dealers, it can be said that anti-aircraft guns hit mosquitoes, and soon, the whole boat of drug dealers got the same fate as those fishermen, and the sharks never left the blood-stained sea.

Over the next few days, they followed the footsteps of these drug traffickers, setting off a red wave throughout the Gulf of California, and all the waters were red with blood.

And it wasn't until they set foot on Sinaloa soil that a terrible massacre appeared in front of them.

The Guadalajara group, in retaliation for the massacre of its members by an unknown enemy, carried out a massacre of 135 people in a village in southern Sinaloa.

The bodies were thrown into the sea, staining the tide red on the west coast of the Pacific Ocean and shocking the whole world.

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