Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Late at night, at the entrance of a luxuriously decorated hotel.

A small truck slowly drove up.

This immediately alerted the security guards at the hotel entrance.

It's worth noting that this hotel, named "Angel," is the headquarters of the renowned Gulf Group.

Therefore, one must be very wary of strangers.

"Stop the car! Who are you people?!" The security guard pulled out an AK from behind his back and pointed it at the man in the driver's seat, speaking coldly.

The man chewed gum and said with a helpless expression, "Hey, buddy, I'm just a delivery guy!"

"Delivering goods? What kind of goods?" the security guard asked cautiously.

The man shook his head and said, "I don't know either. They gave me money and then told me to unload the goods at a designated location."

"Get out of here!" The security guard immediately became alert and grabbed his gun.

The man could only raise his hand and say, "How about this, I won't go in, I'll just unload the goods here, okay?"

The security guard was unsure and picked up the walkie-talkie to ask for instructions.

Then a minor leader walked over with his men, all of whom had anchor-like tattoos all over their bodies and didn't look like good people.

"Boss, this kid says he's unloading cargo," the security guard said to his leader, frowning.

The leader turned his gaze to the driver: "Little Kappa? Who are you delivering goods for?"

The leader seemed to recognize the driver and asked him directly.

The driver saw a familiar face and breathed a sigh of relief. He wouldn't have bothered coming to the Gulf Group's headquarters if the pay wasn't good enough.

When asked by the foreman, the driver could only open the cargo box of the truck and say, "Two out-of-towners gave me a large sum of money and said that if we were stopped for inspection, they could check us as they pleased."

The foreman frowned and stepped into the cargo container.

Then they brought over a wolfhound.

Indeed, these drug lords take their safety very seriously, and have even trained bomb-sniffing dogs just like the police.

After confirming that the box inside was not a bomb, the leader then brought a crowbar and pried it open.

Soon a strong stench wafted over.

But the leader was familiar with the smell, because it was the stench unique to corpses.

He picked up the flashlight and shone it inside, and immediately saw Eladio's pale face.

Upon seeing this, the leader's expression immediately changed.

Eladio was their group's liaison with the United States, and one of the heads responsible for shipping goods from the United States to their group.

Many people in the group know Eladio.

Now that Eladio's body has been returned, and it appears he has been subjected to the "Columbian tie" punishment, it's infuriating.

You should know that only people from the Gulf Group have ever dared to do this; no one else has ever dared to deal with them like this.

Thinking of this, the foreman grabbed the driver and demanded, "Where's the person who sent you to deliver the goods? Where are they now?"

The driver was stunned for a moment, then quickly waved his hands and said, "No, don't do this to me! My brother and my father both work for the Gulf Group, you can't treat me like this!"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm asking where you are!" the squad leader asked nervously. "Don't talk nonsense, or I can't guarantee you'll be in trouble!"

The driver finally got a little scared and quickly said, "They're still in the city, inside the Wave Hotel!"

"Wait here, don't wander off!" the foreman warned.

The driver didn't dare to say anything more and could only nod.

The foreman then dashed into the hotel and notified his superiors.

Wherever there are circles in this world, there will be classes.

Even drug lords and gangs operate in the same way, at least in the same way.

The Gulf Cartel drug lords built their own ecosystem through a tightly structured hierarchy.

The junior manager informed the senior manager, who in turn informed the boss, and soon the news reached the ears of Mario, the current head of the Gulf Group.

Mario is a middle-aged man with a fleshy face and triangular eyes.

He also had a gold chain about the thickness of a thumb hanging around his neck.

Upon hearing this news, he immediately led his men out of the hotel and to the truck.

"It really is Eladio!" The men pulled out the coffin, illuminated the surroundings with lights, and confirmed the identity of the corpse.

Mario frowned and said, "Something happened in America?"

"Boss, I heard that Eladio apparently got into a fight with a rich tycoon."

The Gulf Group has its own intelligence channels, not entirely relying on the Salamanca family, but rather coming from Texas.

Mario said coldly, "Rich bastard, I don't think it's that simple!"

As he spoke, he reached out and took the letter from Eladio's chest.

After opening it and glancing at it, he handed it to his subordinate, saying, "Take a look for yourself, they've come knocking on our door!"

After reading the letter, his subordinate exploded: "Damn it, I've never seen such an arrogant guy before!"

"I'm going to pull his tongue out!"

"Damn it, if we don't kill him, no one will be afraid of us anymore!"

The drug lords around Mario were also filled with righteous indignation and were ready to kill the guy who wrote the letter.

But Mario, as the head of the Gulf Group, was clearly different from those bloodthirsty fools under his command. He snorted and said, "They dare to come directly to us and provoke us. Do you think they're afraid of you?"

Upon hearing Mario's words, everyone calmed down.

Yes, they even sent Eladio's body over directly, clearly showing they're not afraid of the overseas group's notorious reputation and are even going so far as to retaliate against them from their own backyard.

Such a person is either a madman or a truly capable individual.

Looking at Eladio's corpse, Mario remained silent for a long time. After a moment, he said to his men, "Go and fetch Z1. Their Zeta squad needs to get moving!"

Hearing the leader's words, everyone was shocked.

Zeta's team has been a member of the Gulf Group for some time now.

They proved to these drug lords with their strength just how terrifying a special forces team can be without rules and regulations.

It's important to know that the Mexican government has never given up on dealing with these drug lords, and government troops often come directly to their doorsteps.

With the help of Zeta's team, the Gulf Group not only defeated the government forces multiple times, but also prevented Mario himself from escaping several assassination attempts.

Therefore, the Gulf Group has a somewhat complicated mindset regarding Zeta's team.

However, it is undeniable that in the current situation, only Zeta's team has the ability to completely overwhelm the opponent!
Soon a man walked up to Mario.

The other person was wearing camouflage clothing and a beret.
There was a chilling aura about their actions.

This is Z1, the captain of the Zeta Team, a special forces unit originally trained in Mexico and now part of the Gulf Group.

Since betraying the Mexican government, everyone in Zeta's team has started calling each other by code names.

For example, the top leader, the team leader, is Z1, the second-in-command is Z2, and so on.

There are thirty-seven of these people in total, which means that the Zeta Squad has no further numbers up to Z37.

Z1 looked at the corpse on the ground and said to Mario, "Looks like you've met a tough opponent?"

Mario didn't deny it, nodding: "Find them, they're in the city right now!"

Z1 didn't refuse, nodding and saying, "No problem, but we need heavy weapons and some advanced equipment. After all, you can see that these people aren't those useless government troops!"

Mario waved his hand dismissively and said, "Just tell me what you want, and I'll have someone prepare it for you."

Z1 nodded and said, "In that case, I have no further questions!"

After the bargaining was over, Z1 left immediately.

However, Z1's arrogant attitude aroused dissatisfaction among many people in the Gulf Group.

"This guy is nothing but a traitor! How dare he be so arrogant? He's asking for death!" a leader said coldly. But at that moment, Mario slapped him across the face and coldly rebuked, "Zeta's team has been one of ours since they joined the Gulf Group. I won't allow you to slander your own brothers behind their backs!"

Although the leader didn't dare to say anything after being slapped, the resentment in his eyes never faded.

After all, in their eyes, the people in Zeta's team were ultimately outsiders!
No matter how much merit they have made, it's the same!
After Mario had someone bring Zeta's team their supplies, Zeta's team immediately set off with the driver who had wet his pants in fear.

We soon arrived at the Wave Hotel.

After Z1 had his squad take control of the hotel lobby, he led the rest of his team into the hotel.

"Is this the place?" Z1 asked the driver in a cold tone.

The driver nodded: "This is it!"

Z1 nodded and made a tactical hand gesture.

Immediately, another team came over and planted a small lock-breaking bomb on the hotel's security door.

This thing is specifically designed to deal with the locks on security doors. It's not very powerful, but it has extremely strong penetrating power and can easily destroy the lock cylinder of the door.

With a muffled thud, Z1 led his men straight into the room.

But they were dumbfounded when they entered the room. There was no one there. The temperature detector they had just used only showed a few stoves that they had bought casually from the street.

"Fuck, we've fallen for their trap!" Z1 immediately sensed something was wrong and tried to lead his men away.

It's easy to get in, but difficult to get out.

Although Chen Jiajun left the hotel, he left behind a team of mercenaries from the Azeroth Security Company to intercept Zeta's team.

Before Z1 could even go downstairs, he heard a fierce gunfight erupting downstairs.

The enemy even threw several high-explosive grenades in from the outside.

The purpose was not to kill, but to buy time.

This forced Z1 to retreat back to the hotel with his men.

The firefight was extremely fierce, but strangely, there were no casualties.

……

Meanwhile, Chen Jiajun had already led another group of people into the "Angel" Hotel of the Gulf Group.

All the sentry posts at the entrance were taken down by the intelligence department's Ghost Demons.

After all, at night, the Ghost Demon is the most terrifying killer.

After dealing with the sentries, Chen Jiajun led Old Prison and a group of young demon slaves into the hotel in a grand manner.

Inside the hotel, chaos reigned due to the disruption of surveillance and communication equipment.

At this moment, Chen Jiajun led his young demon slaves to storm the door, catching the drug lords completely off guard.

Before they could even retaliate, they were riddled with bullets by several young demon slaves wearing full armor and wielding squad machine guns.

After all, the young demon slaves never had any concept of recoil.

The squad rifle in his hand was as steady as if it were mounted on a vehicle.

After the smoke cleared, the once lavishly decorated hotel was now riddled with bullet holes and blood.

It's like a beautifully dressed young woman who has been violated.

Faced with such overwhelming firepower, the drug lords dared not show their faces and could only hide in the shadows and fire shots to stop Chen Jiajun and his men from advancing.

A smile appeared on Chen Jiajun's lips as he straightened his clothes and continued walking upstairs.

He looks like he's just taking a stroll.

After storming into the upper floors of the hotel, they cleared out the drug lords who were in their way.

Chen Jiajun then stepped out of the elevator and knocked on the door of the top-floor suite.

Unfortunately, there was no response; instead, two violent gunshots rang out.

Fortunately, the two young demon slaves were wearing full armor and shielded Chen Jiajun from the two bullets.

However, this aroused the bloodthirsty nature of the young demon slaves. They smashed open the door, grabbed the gunman who had fired the shot, and then pressed the muzzle of the gun into his mouth before pulling the trigger.

Blood splattered on their masks, making their eyes gleam with a bloodthirsty light.

Taking down drug lords is like playing a video game; you take down their henchmen and then meet the final boss.

Mario, looking like this, doesn't resemble the final boss at all.

The guy was still lying on the beach chair by the pool outside the suite, with a woman trembling beside him.

Chen Jiajun walked over to a beach chair and sat down, then looked at Mario and said, "Aren't you going to run?"

"Why should I run?" Mario said with a smile. "I've had so much money, played with so many beautiful women, and enjoyed king-like power. I've enjoyed everything I could ever want!"

Chen Jiajun nodded: "That certainly fits the mindset of a drug lord!"

Mario asked curiously, "On the contrary, I'm more curious about you. I heard you're a rich guy, so why are you making things difficult for people like us?"

Chen Jiajun spread his hands and said, "I'm not some rich guy, I'm a gangster at heart! Our gang's way of doing things is, if you mess with me, I'll wipe out your whole family!"

“But I don’t know what I did to offend you!” Mario said, puzzled.

Chen Jiajun shrugged: "That's not important now. I'm going to use your life to make a name for myself!"

"Isn't Pablo enough, Mr. Chen?" Mario had already recognized Chen Jiajun.

After all, the video of Chen Jiajun killing Pablo had been circulated among major drug lords in Mexico.

"Not nearly enough! My reputation isn't big enough! Not enough to make those idiots hiding in the shadows have nightmares just from hearing my name, not enough to make those bastards who have their eyes on me put away their greedy gazes!" Chen Jiajun said, shaking his head.

“Adding me is enough!” Mario nodded, then suddenly pulled a pocket pistol from the woman’s chest and fired at Chen Jiajun.

The two were very close together; most people would definitely not be able to avoid each other.

Moreover, this shot went straight for Chen Jiajun's temple, so logically he should have been dead.

However, Chen Jiajun made no attempt to dodge. The bullet struck an invisible barrier before hitting him and then fell to the ground.

Then Doom, who was next to Chen Jiajun, took out a Smith & Wesson 500 revolver and blew Mario's head off with one shot.

The scene was like a watermelon being smashed open.

The woman next to Mario was splattered with blood and was now speechless.

Chen Jiajun got up and had his men clean up the scene, then turned and left the suite.

Gunshots rang out from behind!
After dealing with Mario, Chen Jiajun ordered Lao Yu to lead the mercenaries who had been blocking Zeta's team back.

The goal has been achieved, so there's no need to get entangled with them anymore.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Jiajun and his group went into a simply decorated Mexican restaurant and ordered some local specialties such as tartare, tortillas, and meat rolls to eat.

Honestly, the taste was quite good!
Moments later, the nearby Angel Hotel descended into chaos, and gunfights broke out on the street.

Clearly, the Gulf Group has fallen into chaos.

However, no one dared to disturb Chen Jiajun's meal.

A little while later, a stretch Lincoln pulled up outside the restaurant, and a middle-aged man who was burly but rather short got out of the car.

This guy was wearing a tracksuit, looking like a middle-aged man going out for a workout.

But no one would ever guess that this man was Joaquín Guzmán, the head of Mexico's biggest drug lord, the Sinaloa Cartel.

Seeing the other person get out of the car, Chen Jiajun put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth, and said with a sneer, "Shorty, I thought you weren't coming!"

Joaquin Guzman sat down opposite Chen Jiajun and said indifferently, "Is this the show you invited me to watch?"

"Isn't that enough?" Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "I heard that your Sinaloa Group and the Gulf Group have been in conflict. I thought you would be happy to see this!"

Joaquin Guzman took a deep breath and said, "All I see is slaughter! Are you warning me?"

Chen Jiajun didn't deny it, and nodded directly, saying, "That's right, I'm warning you! We Chinese have an old saying, 'Kill the chicken to scare the monkey!' It means to kill the chicken and then warn the more unruly monkey to behave itself! You can think of the Gulf Group as that chicken!"

"I don't care what your connections are with those Ether Society, international arms dealers, or certain intelligence organizations! You'd better think twice before you mess with me!" (End of Chapter)