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"He's a ruthless character, the guy nicknamed Sicario."

After he finished speaking, he answered the phone.

"Hello?"

A tired voice came from the other end of the phone.

"You are in Mexico now."

Jack immediately denied it.

"How is that possible? I'm in New York and I got a big job."

There was a sneer on the other end of the phone.

"Well, if I bump into you, I won't hold back."

Jack instantly panicked:

"Okay, I'm in Mexico, what's going on?"

The other end of the phone said:

"Let me join your team and take over the tasks of the Mata Group. I will give you an address and we will meet up in two days."

An ordinary roadside stall selling mainly fried pork rinds, gorditas and churros. The large pieces of pork skin are fried like corn tortillas, very greasy, and paired with sour pickled cucumbers, the flavor is great. Gorditas are very similar to roujiamo. They are stuffed with diced pork rinds, grilled meat and cheese, and are smeared with salsa. One of them is half full.

Churros are a Spanish snack, similar to churros, with fried sweet dough sprinkled with a layer of icing sugar.

The owner of the stall is a middle-aged Mexican with a beer belly. At his peak, he could make more than 5,000 gorditas a day, but at the moment he was so busy that he was sweating profusely and exhausted.

A very tall and strong Asian man sat in front of the stall owner and stuffed his prepared food into his mouth almost at a speed of one mouthful.

Alejandro crossed his legs helplessly, sitting on a plastic chair and reading a novel. The image of him in a suit and a dirty stall looks very inconsistent.

He was used to Broly's prodigious appetite.

A dilapidated RV came from the corner of the street and stopped suddenly in front of the stall. The window was rolled down, revealing Jack's face.

"Hey Alex, long time no see."

Wade, who was sitting in the passenger seat, opened the car door, walked to the stall, pulled out a plastic chair, and sat next to Broly. He said to the boss.

"Give me a cake like this."

"Sorry, sir, the materials are no longer available."

The stall owner actually felt relieved when he said this.

Wade shrugged helplessly and reached out to touch Broly's tail around his waist.

"Friend, where did you buy this furry belt? It's very fashionable."

Broly had already trained his tail so that it was no longer a weakness. He swung his tail and shook off Wade's hand.

"This isn't a belt, it's my tail."

Wade immediately pulled out a tissue and wiped his hands.

"Sorry, uh, is your tail like a Na'vi braid, uh, an organ?"

Broly was a little strange:

"Na'vi?"

Alejandro coughed and said:

"The Na'vi are a creature from the movie Avatar, and the braids, ahem, are their x-organs."

Broly silently took out a tissue, wiped his greasy hands, then picked up Wade like a chicken and planted it upside down in a trash can on the roadside.

"Do you really want to die, my friend?"

As he spoke, he lifted up the heavy metal trash can and clamped it with his arms. The thick trash can suddenly shapeshifted like ooze, hugging Wade tightly.

Wade struggled violently, his exposed legs dangling wildly.

"No, man, I was just joking, please don't do this, please let me out and I'll apologize to you!"

Broly put the trash can back in its place.

"If an apology helps, then why do we need the police?"

By now, Wade was finally panicking.

"puff!"

A laugh.

"Jack! Damn Fuck! I heard you laughing!"

Wade fluttered angrily.

"Pfft, Wade, you know, I have been strictly trained and I usually don't laugh unless I can't help it, pfft!"

An ordinary office building facing the street, with formally dressed white-collar workers constantly coming in and out. No one would have imagined that the fifth floor of this office building is a laboratory of the Reyes Group. The crudely processed poison slurry in the jungle is dried under the irradiation of high-temperature sodium lamps and becomes finished cocaine.

Every year, nearly 1.5 tons of products are manufactured here.

The Reyes Group keeps things very secretive. Even the clerks working downstairs don't know that a drug nest is nearby, producing these crazy and depraved little powders day and night.

Fortresses are always breached from within, and the Mata Group's moles within the Reyes Group discovered the laboratory.