6 Chapter 6: Journey of Revenge
At the bar, Alejandro held a bottle of cold beer and took a sip.
"I quit, Matt."
He said to Matt Graver who was sitting at the bar.
Matt Graver is a CIA agent who specializes in doing dirty work for the CIA that goes beyond the rules. He is notorious even in the powerful CIA department. At the time, he was leading a special unit whose main task was to eliminate the Reyes Group, a criminal organization.
Alejandro was originally a Mexican prosecutor, but his family was ruined because of his opposition to the Reyes Group. He had always wanted revenge, and Matt gave him the chance.
"What's the matter, you can't stand that FBI bitch anymore?"
The CIA has no law enforcement authority within the United States and can only conduct law enforcement in conjunction with the FBI. The FBI sent a female agent named Kate, whose "professional ethics" were a little too strong, causing a lot of trouble for their operations.
"You can look at it this way, I want to take some time off."
Alejandro replied.
"Boom!"
Matt slammed his hand down on the bar and the loud noise startled the surrounding drinkers. He lowered his voice and said to Alejandro:
"Don't take me for a fool, Alex, are you involved with the mutant who killed people in the tire shop? You are so crazy, you are actually cooperating with the Brotherhood of Mutants, you will lose your life! "
The Brotherhood of Mutants has long been recognized as a mutant terrorist organization. To be associated with them is to have no place in the United States, or indeed the Americas.
Alejandro knew that his lame excuse would not get past Matt. He shook his head and said:
"He is not a member of the Brotherhood of Mutants, of that I am certain. He has no taste for the Brotherhood of Mutants, and he is very indifferent to the rights of mutants."
He told Matt his plan.
Matt hesitated for a moment.
"You don't have to quit. I will appeal to the higher authorities. The feasibility of this plan is good. If possible, the mutant can also be absorbed into the CIA."
Alejandro shook his head.
"I will not divulge any information about him. I don't want to die yet."
He had seen Broly's magical tracking and surveillance methods and guessed that it was a telepathic ability similar to Professor X, a combination of Professor X and Wolverine. No one would want to be his enemy.
Alejandro stood up as he spoke, picked up the lighter on the wine table, tucked it in his pocket, and walked to the door of the bar.
"You know how much I want revenge, and I hope you won't stop me."
Matt shrugged, picked up his beer and resumed drinking.
Back at the El Paso safe house, Alejandro suddenly put his hand on his lower back, pulled the pistol from the holster, held the gun, and walked cautiously into the room.
"Don't be nervous, it's me."
Broly sat carelessly on the sofa in the safe house.
"How's it going? Is the deal done?"
Alejandro holstered his gun, went into the kitchen, made some sandwiches and put them on the plate.
"Matt will not stop us and will give us the help we need. At least the border control will not check our car." He picked up a sandwich and took a few bites, "We're going to Mexico today."
After finishing his sandwich, he opened the secret door of the closet and took out two large bags of equipment.
"Can you use firearms?"
"Sure!"
Broly said. Although his fists were much more powerful than guns, they were much less efficient at killing people. Therefore, he traded his resurrection points for this ability.
Alejandro nodded, took a rifle out of the equipment bag and tossed it to Broly.
"HK-433, 12-inch barrel, the latest product from the HK company. C-Mag cylinder, loaded with 100 rounds."
Broly played with the rifle in his hand. The fine workmanship and precise mechanical structure made this rifle look more like a handicraft than a weapon.
"Do drug dealers use such good weapons? My impression is that they use old rifles like AK47, right?"
Alejandro shook his head.
"The Mata Group is no small player. They are worth about 25 billion US dollars. They are not going to use the rags of the last century."
Diaz is a senior attorney for the Reyes Group. He has many contacts in Mexican law enforcement and has bribed countless police officers for Reyes. He also lobbies and tries to change Mexican laws to create more opportunities for the Reyes Group. Relaxed environment. He amassed a great deal of wealth and owned a mansion with more than a hundred rooms and an artificial lake filled with wild fish collected from around the world.
Three strong bodyguards surrounded him as he walked out of the Bank of Mexico Commercial Financial Building and into the back,
Seat of a Maybach S560.
He rented an entire floor in the tallest and most expensive office building in Mexico for his law firm.
The heavy luxury car pulled out of the parking lot, its powerful engine roaring. Just as it was about to enter the main street, a dilapidated van suddenly jumped out and blocked the road.
The door opened and a heavily armed gangster wearing a skull hood raised his rifle and fired at the Maybach S560. The windshield of the luxury car was instantly filled with bullet holes, but most of the bullets did not penetrate the bulletproof glass.
There was a roar from the engine compartment, and the bodyguards in the car tried to force the van that was blocking the front away.
"Cut!"
Broly threw down the rifle in his hand, turned to face the oncoming luxury car without dodging, stepped on the front of the luxury car, and stopped the entire car with brute force.
The tires rubbed violently against the ground, spewing a plume of hot black smoke. The engine roared, but the entire car did not move.
The bodyguard in the car panicked, rolled down the window, pulled out his rifle, and tried to shoot.
"Bang! Bang!"
Alejandro, who was in the driver's seat of the van, had already gotten out of the car and raised his rifle to kill them all.
Diaz opened the car door, moved his bloated body, and ran toward the Financial Building.
"Boom!"
A cloud of blood mist erupted from his feet, his fat body fell heavily to the ground, and his glasses flew out. His strong desire to survive made him crawl up from the ground and limp on.
"Boom!"
The injured leg was shot again, and now Diaz could no longer run, writhing on the ground like a fat maggot.
Alejandro walked slowly, picked up the glasses that had fallen to the ground, and threw them at Diaz.
"Put them on."
He pointed the rifle at Diaz and spoke calmly.
Diaz shivered as he picked up the glasses and put them on.
Alejandro pulled off his hood so Diaz could see his face clearly. Diaz obviously recognized his identity, his pupils dilated, and he was about to say something.
"Goodbye, my friend."
Alejandro didn't give him a chance to speak.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
The hail of bullets turned Diaz's fat body into a ball of rotting flesh.
He looked at the footprints on the hood of the car, pulled the latch on a grenade, lifted the hood, and threw it in.
