Chapter 651: Red Sea Rage (IV)

In the VIP room of the Cedar Tree Restaurant at the Beverly Hills Hotel in Los Angeles, Kayla walked up and shook hands with Schiller. Behind him was another man, a black man in a uniform, very burly, almost as tall as Arthur.

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

"Please take a seat." Schiller pointed to the chair opposite, then walked to the door and said to the waiter: "You can serve the food, thank you."

The DEA agent Lila looked very serious. Before the food was served, he said to Schiller: "The Guadalajara organization has resumed its activities at sea, which is not good news for us."

"About five years ago, one of our agents was murdered. The tragedy shocked the world, and Congress and the president were furious. In just five years, the Mexican drug manufacturing and trafficking industry has risen again, and now it even wants to invade the West Coast again. We must make them pay the price."

What Lila was talking about was actually a not-so-famous tragedy in the history of world drug control, and the murderer of this tragedy was the leader of the Guadalajara organization, Gallardo.

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

The anti-drug agent, whose real name is Camarella Slacha, obtained intelligence about the plantation and guided the Mexican government to burn down a plantation covering an area of ​​about 15,000 acres.

Gallardo, the owner of the plantation, was furious. They captured the agent and tortured him for at least 30 hours. When his body was found, it was almost unrecognizable.

The Washington government was furious. Under pressure from the US Congress and the president, the Mexican government launched the first drug war and frantically suppressed Guadalajara.

By 1989, the organization had lost its glory, and the sales organizations everywhere had suffered heavy losses, and Gallardo was nowhere to be found.

"This may be a signal." Black agent Lila tapped the table with his fingers and said, "The Mexican government has relaxed its crackdown on Guadalajara. They may be testing us, thinking that we will relax our monitoring of sea routes, and they want to make a comeback."

"Professor Schiller, you said on the phone that the people of 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 while eating.

Schiller observed Kayla's movements and found that she was eating a little hurriedly. She must be hungry, but considering that it was morning, they may have rushed from the East Coast overnight, and it was normal not to have dinner and breakfast.

Just last night, Schiller called Kayla, the general manager of the Metropolitan CIA station he had contacted, and reported the situation he encountered. Unexpectedly, they took it very seriously and even rushed over overnight.

The cooperation between the CIA and the DEA sounds like a fantasy. The CIA is responsible for starting fires, while the DEA is responsible for putting them out. This situation can be seen everywhere in the vast South American continent. The two parties do not get along, or rather, the CIA does not get along with any American agency.

"By the way, Professor Schiller, what's the matter with the more important intelligence you said on the phone?" Kayla looked at Schiller and asked.

Schiller glanced at the door. The black agent Lila, who was sitting outside, walked to the door and closed it. Schiller took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Kayla. Kayla flipped through it, and then her face became solemn.

Kayla handed the document to Lila, and Lila's face became more and more gloomy. After a while, he hammered the table and said, "These damn vampires! They should go to hell!"

Kayla gently touched Lila with his arm. Lila realized his slip of the tongue and slowly restrained his expression and said, "It's not surprising that the Quinn Group has connections with these drug dealers. Most of the West Coast Groups have shady deals with them..."

"Although these materials have some clues, they cannot be called evidence. We need more definite evidence to bring down the Quinn Group."

"Do you really want to do this?" Schiller asked, " Even the DEA may not be able to defeat them on this issue. They have people in the state legislature and Congress..."

Speaking of this, Lila became even more angry. He said, "Raising an enemy to protect oneself! In order to disrupt the situation in South America, some people in Congress did not hesitate to use the lucrative profits of drug trafficking as bait to cultivate their own power in South American countries, which led to the current situation that is difficult to get rid of and brought disaster to themselves. It is completely their own fault!"

Schiller looked at Lila. Although this black man was very burly, he spoke in a literary way. His way of speaking was very similar to many professors in Gotham University, and was different from most black people of this era.

"Professor Schiller, don't worry. Lila has a strong sense of responsibility to the public. He has been doing this job for many years and has seen too many cruel actions of drug dealers. We hope to get evidence, but I don't know if you can 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 came back. Some people in the Quinn Group didn't want him to come back, so they sent assassins to assassinate him. After the assassins came to the hotel, they found that little Quinn was not here, but I met the assassin, and there was more than one assassin."

Lira and Kayla looked at each other, and Lira immediately stood up, shook hands with Schiller and said, "Thank you, professor, this is a very valuable clue. The people of the West Coast and Mexico will not forget your kindness."

"We are going to do business now, please excuse us." After saying that, Lira turned and left. Kayla smiled at Schiller apologetically and caught up with him.

Schiller sat back at the dining table. Not long after, a yellow and black figure jumped in from the balcony. Deathstroke walked to the opposite side of Schiller, sat down, lifted his mask and started eating.

"I didn't expect that the mercenary would need others to help him get revenge one day." Schiller said while eating.

"They sent multiple orders without telling me the situation, which is against the rules." Deathstroke's voice was low and hoarse, and his specific age could not be heard. He said: "If everyone is like them, we will be forced to lower the price."

Just earlier yesterday, Deathstroke came to Schiller again, hoping that he could help him deal with the Quinn family, because the Quinn family sent multiple orders without telling Deathstroke.

In short, when they hired Deathstroke, they also hired many other killers, and did not tell Deathstroke about this situation.

It can be seen that the mastermind behind the Quinn Group is that among so many killers, there will always be one who can successfully kill Oliver Queen, and once Oliver Queen dies, the others will have no target, and the deal will be invalid. Just pay a little deposit to greatly increase the success rate of the assassination.

But in the assassin industry, this is a taboo. If every employer does this, the assassin industry will definitely usher in internal competition. Not only will they have to compete for the success rate of assassinations, but they will also have to compete for speed and accuracy. The corresponding result is being forced to lower prices and being exploited.

"He is not the only one in the world who came up with this method. That idiot has never thought about why those who have used this method have no voice." Death Bell is very cautious even when chatting normally. He never uses any specific words to describe his employer. Even if he must use a pronoun, it will not be directed in any way.

"But I can't kill him directly. This is also against the rules. In this circle, if you want to have a job, you have to have a good reputation." Death Bell's voice lowered a little and became a little vague.

"The CIA and the DEA are targeting the Quinn family at the same time. They will not feel good. Please remember our deal. Now, you owe me a 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 DEA?" Death Bell paused and asked.

"Kayla is a KGB agent. I think you should have investigated it. The black man he brought today, if I'm not mistaken, may have been a member of the Black Panther Party. He used the word 'vampire' to describe the Quinn Group, and also mentioned the people of the West Coast and the Mexican people. Ordinary American agents don't have this concept..."

Schiller tidied his clothes and seemed ready to leave, while Deathstroke was still eating the food on the table slowly. Before leaving, Schiller whispered: "The United States, Mexico, the Soviet Union... Do you feel that some storms are coming?"

"These have nothing to do with me. I kill people for money." Deathstroke's tone finally became a little fluctuating. He said: "If you want to contact me, call the previous number. I can kill someone for you, no matter who he is."

"I hope so." Schiller took the umbrella, left his seat expressionlessly, and then walked out of the restaurant.

Standing on the balcony of the hotel room, as the morning light sprinkled on the sea, the golden red waves continued to ripple, and seabirds circled in groups over the sea. Occasionally, a few of them landed on the sea, and their white wings were dyed red by the morning light.

The morning on the west coast was still so calm and warm, and the people playing on the beach did not feel abnormal at all. However, the Gulf of Mexico, thousands of miles away, had the same bright red sea water, but it had nothing to do with the sun.

The white fishing boat cut through the waves and slowly sailed south in the deep red sea water. In the sea water at the stern, many corpses were slowly sinking. Not only the sharks were attracted by the blood, but also Hal and his three belated arrivals.

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

Instantly, the fishing boat was coated with green light. Hal stood at the bow and said in a deep voice: "Speed ​​up at full speed, they must pay the price!"

The fishing boat driven by green light energy can no longer be called a fishing boat. Even a warship does not have such a fast speed. Following the blood, they quickly caught up with the drug dealers who caused the killing.

Green Lantern's treatment of ordinary drug dealers was like using an anti-aircraft gun to kill a mosquito. Soon, the entire ship of drug dealers suffered the same fate as the fishermen, and the sharks never left the blood-stained sea.

In the following days, they followed the footsteps of these drug dealers all the way, and set off a red wave in the entire Gulf of California, and the sea water was dyed red wherever they passed.

And until they set foot on the land of Sinaloa, a brutal massacre appeared in front of them.

In order to avenge the massacre of their members by unknown enemies, the Guadalajara organization created a massacre with a death toll of 135 in a village in southern Sinaloa.

The bodies were thrown into the sea, dyeing the tides on the west coast of the Pacific red, and shocking the whole world.

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