Chapter 81 Tijuana Ramon Was Shot Dead!

The night falls quickly.

The sky is foggy...

It's a bit scary.

It's so quiet that you can even feel scared when you fart.

Zacatecas State, Masamitra Hotel.

Wholly owned by the Tijuana drug cartel.

Don't think that drug cartel is just about drug trafficking.

Colombian drug lord Pablo is still trading stocks, but he was "robbed" by people on Wall Street, which almost made him faint.

If he hadn't been a little rational.

He would have really gone north!

What does this show? Those who play with finance are all black-hearted.

Today is the wedding of Benjamin's sister, Manuel Masalva Felix. Don't underestimate her, she is nicknamed "Skeleton Queen!"

She is in charge of the Tijuana drug cartel's account transfer and has great power.

Her husband is the eldest son of a local drug dealer family, which can be regarded as a marriage. He has a deep relationship with the underground gangs in the United States. Tijuana plans to obtain assistance from there through this channel.

It can't be defeated!

Sinaloa and Juarez can basically sweep across Mexico.

Too brutal.

Those idiots in the Gulf Group want me to go to Victor before I can help. If I can spare my hands, do I need you?

In order to prevent problems, Tijuana has set up a "dragnet" around, which is actually to pull a lot of brothers over.

Even the roads are blocked!

Awesome or not, the governor of Zacatecas dare not even fart.

The local cardinal came in person to bless the newcomers.

He didn't want to come, mainly because Tijuana gave too much.

As brothers, Benjamin and Ramon warmly welcomed the guests.

"What did Juarez say?" Benjamin nodded to the guests with a smile on his face, and said in a low voice.

"They asked us to give them all the channels in the United States."

"Al diablo! (CTMD)!" Benjamin couldn't help but curse.

"Oh, brother~" Manuel Masalva, who was wearing a wedding dress, came over and couldn't help complaining when he heard him say this, "Don't say bad words at my wedding."

Benjamin doted on his brothers and sisters. He touched each other's heads and nodded with a smile, "Sorry, you look so beautiful today."

Manuel Masalva turned around happily.

This wedding dress was designed by an American designer, and it was inlaid with 210 diamonds, with a total value of about 450,000 US dollars!

And the poor in Mexico work hard for a few pesos a day.

Don't say you don't work hard.

If hard work is useful, old oxen will get rich.

When the music sounded, all the guests stopped and watched the wedding begin. No matter what they thought in their hearts, they had to show a "blessing" on their faces.

The old priest with glasses was about to open the Bible when he suddenly heard the sound of gunfire at the door.

All the guests in the hotel were in chaos instantly.

"Calm down, gentlemen and ladies, it's okay, everything is under control, the wedding will continue." Benjamin jumped onto the stage and stretched out his hand, nodded to the priest, and then looked at the door. Benjamin's remaining brothers had been driven out.

Who the hell dared to come to Tijuana to cause trouble?

"Fighting, boss, fighting!" The police officer sitting in the co-pilot shouted to Kennedy in the back, who instantly jumped up and looked into the distance.

Tijuana blocked the road, and they couldn't get in, so they could only think of a way outside.

"Someone suddenly drove in over there, and then they got angry." The police pointed at two red cars.

Those people seemed to be here to cause trouble.

They must be opponents of the Tijuana drug cartel, either Juarez or Sinaloa.

"That looks like Ramon!"

Kennedy was still chewing his breakfast, a tortilla, and squinted to see several people rushing out of the door.

He swallowed the cake in one gulp, "Go in!"

"Tie up the grenades, we won't stop, just throw them out and blow them up!"

The police officer driving the car nodded and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The speed was so high that it was just this van. If you change it to a luxury car, it might be broken down now.

The sudden "intruder" became a third party and directly knocked away a drug dealer who blocked the road. He continued to not stop the car. Kennedy and others fired everywhere with submachine guns.

Damn it!

It depends on who is unlucky.

Anyway, they are all drug dealers!

This confused both sides of the war. If you are not a brother, which side are you on?

The police officer who tied up the grenade opened the car door and threw it towards the door of the hotel with a strong force!

There was no scene in the TV series where they raised their guns to blow him up. That would be so stupid.

The grenade fell directly at the feet of Ramon and his brothers, and then there was an explosion, and the broken limbs and arms bloomed in the ashes.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat!" Kennedy was also a little panicked.

The power was unexpectedly strong!

The people next to Ramon should be his other brothers, right?

It seems that they were all killed at once?

If they don’t run, they will die even if Jesus comes.

The tires of the van were slashed, and they ran faster than dogs!

They disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Another group of "criminals" also found that something was wrong and wanted to run, but they were stopped by drug dealers. One of the cars ran away, and the rest were beaten into a sieve!

Benjamin happened to come out and see this scene, his eyes widened!

Everything in front of him was black, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment without caring about his image.

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"What!? You said you blew up Benjamin's four brothers?!"

Victor was fishing and eating dog meat (dog drug dealers) on the island when he heard the news.

Kennedy on the phone asked the police officer next to him uncertainly, "Is it four people?"

"I counted them, don't worry, boss."

Kennedy then reported with certainty, "Yes, boss, except Benjamin, all the other direct relatives of the Felix family were killed in the explosion."

No wonder...

The points skyrocketed!

Four people provided nearly 7 million points.

So this is the problem.

Victor couldn't help laughing, "Okay, very good! Wait for you to come back to celebrate your success."

Victor, who hung up the phone, was still very excited. He hugged Casare, who was also confused, and said, "Quick! Go to the TV station to broadcast live. I want to announce this in front of everyone."

TV maniac, island tycoon, Grand Duke Victor.

He didn't want to keep a low profile in the first place, and this matter must be attributed to him.

This police rank should also be moved up, right?

"Boss, do you want to admit this?"

"Why not? This is a good opportunity to make a name for ourselves. We are enemies of the Tijuana drug cartel, and the police should have the right to hold a celebration party."

"If I hadn't been short of manpower, I would have sent someone to Juan Nepomuzon's funeral. Do drug dealers want a funeral when they die?"

"I'll let his ashes go to heaven!"

Casare looked at Victor, who had a ruddy face, and swallowed his saliva.

Boss, the fun is getting more and more exciting!

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