Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 943 Nuevo Laredo
Mountain Eagle drove a standard luxury car, a Cadillac Escalade, into the city of New Laredo...

Americans face no obstacles entering Mexico. When Mountain Eagle drove through customs, the officer checking his passport gave him a knowing smile and, as he left, wished him "have a good time!"

After crossing the border into Nuevo Laredo, the number of people started to increase.

Actually, both Laredo are predominantly Hispanic, but one side is predominantly American and the other is predominantly Mexican. Their languages ​​and lifestyles are the same, so you can hardly feel any difference between the two sides.

The only difference might be that the bustling areas of Laredo are inland, while the areas near the border are very desolate.

Because if there were any other options, real Americans wouldn't want to stay and work in this dangerous border region, especially those with children. Unless they have no other choice, they would at least work and live in the central or northern part of Laredo.

Therefore, the infrastructure on the Laredo side of the border has not been updated for decades, and this area does not show the bustling commerce that should be expected of the largest land transportation hub on the US-Mexico border, but the warehousing business is very developed.

In contrast, Nuevo Laredo in Mexico is much more prosperous, with people there practically wanting to push urban development into the river and completely connect it to the United States.

Since the mountain eagle was new to the area, it didn't know much about it, so it drove around for a bit...

To the mountain eagle's surprise, there were a lot of 'tourists' here. Several streets were lined with dental clinics and various small hospitals of questionable legitimacy. Buses from the United States brought 'tourists' here, allowing them to enjoy Mexico's cheap medical care.

Mountain Eagle even noticed that some gangsters were standing guard at the intersection. Although they didn't carry guns, they would charge the drivers a fee after the buses stopped, while the police were right next to them but turned a blind eye.

While waiting at the traffic light, Mountain Eagle casually rolled down his window and curiously watched the 'tourists' go. Soon, a thin man wearing a floral shirt, tight jeans, and cowboy boots approached...

Faced with Mountain Eagle's gaze, the guy first peered through the car window at the interior of the Cadillac Escalade. After discovering that Mountain Eagle was alone, the guy grinned lewdly and handed over a business card, saying, "Sir, if you're here looking for fun, you've come to the wrong place."

I know a few really lively places where the girls are the best in New Laredo.

Mountain Eagle glanced at the business card with the explicit image on it, then looked at the pimp who was clearly a drug addict. He shook his head slightly and said, "I've already booked the hotel and made plans with my friend."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle held the business card between two fingers and said with a smile, "Of course, if I'm not satisfied with my friend's arrangements, I'll give you a call."

Maybe you can give me a pleasant surprise!

Mountain Eagle's words implied that he had friends in New Laredo, and his attire, luxury car, and the calmness and confidence he exuded gave him a natural layer of protection in New Laredo.

Don't assume that gangsters are all clueless thugs. Even small-time thugs know not to mess with people who seem to have some connections and are very wealthy, because messing with such people will likely lead to unpredictable consequences.

Moreover, the most important industries for gangs in Mexican border cities are pornography and drugs. As long as wealthy men like the Mountain Eagle don't actively cause trouble, they are the big clients that the gangs dream of.

The skinny pimp grinned, took a step back, bowed slightly, and said with a smile, "OK, I look forward to your call..."

"Sir, I not only have plenty of girls here, but also the best marijuana and cocaine. If you need it, I can deliver it to you from New Laredo."

Upon hearing this, Mountain Eagle smiled and nodded, then stepped on the gas and slowly drove off...

The gaunt pimp's words suggest he has connections to a large criminal organization, and is very likely a branch of Los Zetas.

Because the supply of cocaine is basically monopolized by large gangs, many local Mexican gangs are actually in the business of chemical drugs such as methamphetamine and fentanyl.

Making money is still very profitable, and even more so with chemical drugs, but such drug trafficking gangs have difficulty accessing the high-end market.

We should trust the wisdom of the wealthy, especially the wealthy in America...

They prefer drugs extracted from natural plants to chemical drugs, believing that such drugs are less harmful to the body.

Therefore, despite Mexico's highly advanced chemical drug manufacturing technology, the price of Coca-Cola Y from South America remains very high, and there is never a shortage of buyers.

As the mountain eagle continued to travel on the road, very young women would occasionally come out of the shops or houses along the roadside to greet it.

Pedestrians on the street seemed unfazed by this. Some burly American rednecks, already drunk before nightfall, would give the middle finger to Mountain Eagle, who was swaggering through the city in his luxury car, and then approach the women wearing white stockings.

Mountain Eagle sometimes struggled to understand the aesthetics of these Texas rednecks. He didn't know if it was due to price or something else, but they seemed to prefer chubby women with big butts wearing white stockings, showing little interest in women with long legs and slim waists. After driving slowly for a few hundred meters, Mountain Eagle noticed more than one drug dealer peddling drugs to passersby, while the police who were supposed to arrest them acted as if they didn't see anything, allowing the drug dealers to move freely through the crowd.

Mountain Eagle even spotted several children who were clearly only around ten years old. They were walking together, carrying wads of marijuana wrapped in cling film, and selling them to the pleasure seekers.

Nobody thought there was anything wrong with it. Everyone went about their business and their leisure time, seemingly oblivious to the dangers brought about by the public exposure of pornography and drugs.

Mountain Eagle himself lacks sensitivity to danger, and to be honest, the security in the bustling areas of New Laredo is actually quite good. At least he didn't see any gang members with obvious violent characteristics swaggering around in the bustling area.

He even stopped along the way and queued at a very popular taco store to buy two boxes of what was supposedly a local specialty, 'Priest Taco'...

The crispy tortillas were filled with roasted marinated pork, topped with onions, cilantro, and diced pineapple, and finally drizzled with lime juice and a touch of special hot sauce. To be honest, the taste was quite good.

Although Mountain Eagle didn't exactly flaunt his presence, he was certainly high-profile enough. However, he didn't realize he was being followed until he drove to the Royal Canterlot, the best hotel in New Laredo.

When Mountain Eagle parked in front of the hotel, took Tucker in his hand, and handed the keys to the doorman, he noticed the skinny pimp who had spoken to him on the street earlier was now standing on the roadside directly opposite the hotel entrance…

When the guy saw that the mountain eagle had noticed him, he took off his cowboy hat and touched his chest in a gesture of acknowledgment. Then he took two steps to the side, opened the door of a car, pulled out two girls wearing sequined miniskirts, and spun them around on the spot.

It was only then that Mountain Eagle realized how deep the gang's control over New Laredo was. They didn't even need to deliberately track him; they only needed to notify their underlings to keep an eye on the road, and they could easily determine Mountain Eagle's destination and then come ahead to show him their 'goods'.

This is a local bully's show of force, not malicious, but it clearly expresses the attitude that 'I have to do this business with you.'

This situation is a bit troublesome for Mountain Eagle, but it also shows that the persona he has created for himself is still effective.

Mountain Eagle knew he was being watched, but he wasn't nervous. He waved to the skinny pimp as a greeting, then, holding the box of tuckers in one hand, he stuffed a crispy tucker into his mouth with the other.

Two bites per taco is very delicious, but the crispy crust can make it a bit messy for people to eat while walking.

Mountain Eagle walked to the front desk, placed the Tucker box on the counter, took out his passport with his left hand and handed it over, glancing back at the scattered Tucker fragments on the smooth floor. He then shrugged at the smiling receptionist and said 'sorry'...

Although it looked a bit disheveled, the mountain eagle's demeanor was natural, even exuding a sense of nonchalant ease.

The smiling receptionist took my passport and American Express Platinum card, quickly checked me in, and thoughtfully included a napkin with the room key...

Mountain Eagle wiped his sauce-stained fingers with a napkin, then noticed the waiter staring at his face. He picked up the napkin and gestured, then, following the waiter's instructions, wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth.

After experiencing the waiter's enthusiasm and Tucker's 'trouble', Mountain Eagle's eyes lingered on Tucker on the counter for a moment, then picked up the box amidst the waiter's light laughter, seemingly reluctant to give up the delicious treat he had just obtained.

Then he said goodbye to the waiter whose eyes seemed to be practically drooling, and walked to the center of the hotel lobby to look around...

At that moment, Ryan Donovan, dressed like a pleasure-seeker, stood up from a booth at the far end and waved at him...

The mountain eagle was like a greedy child, carrying a box of tucks in its hand, and couldn't resist eating another one along the way.

As they walked, a blonde woman in a dark red dress suddenly stood up from her seat, and because the aisle between the sofa booths was quite narrow, the two accidentally bumped into each other.

As the blonde woman let out a soft gasp, Mountain Eagle instinctively reached out and put his arm around her waist to prevent her from falling because of her high heels.

The blonde woman glanced back as she fell into the eagle's arms, then paused, stunned...

Mountain Eagle was also taken aback; he hadn't expected to run into an acquaintance here...

Seeing the blonde woman's strange look, Mountain Eagle smiled and said, "Holle, Miss Peggy, I didn't expect to meet you here..."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle glanced at a girl across from Peggy who looked somewhat dejected, then looked at the blonde Peggy who was still clinging to him, and said with a smile, "Beautiful lady, I got some sauce on your clothes. If you stand up straight now, the area of ​​contamination will be smaller..."

(End of this chapter)