Guadalupe Island dock.
A pure white small yacht was moored.
Claudia Abrego stood on the deck, very beautiful or rather sexy. From her name you could tell she was a member of the Abrego family, founders of the Gulf Group.
She had a cigarette in her mouth, but her eyes were fixed on the fully armed officers at the dock.
Wearing desert camouflage, Salomon (French) combat boots, face masks with only eyes showing - deep and oppressive.
If not for the clear "Policía" (Police) on their armbands, Claudia Abrego would have thought some country's special forces had arrived.
She waited patiently. After about ten minutes, she saw a Humvee drive into the dock. A fat man jumped down and walked over quickly. When he looked at her, his gaze lingered on her chest for a moment.
Claudia noticed.
But her expression remained calm. In Mexico, for women to survive in the male-dominated criminal industry, sex appeal was the easiest thing to sell.
All men were lustful.
Mexico had a saying: to get ahead, first be a mistress!
To build connections, Claudia had spent plenty of time at parties thrown by various drug lord bosses, famous for being "open-minded."
Casare stood on the dock without introducing himself, "Come up. I'll take you to see Boss Victor."
Claudia nodded, walking onto land with her bodyguard's help. Whether it was her imagination, when her foot touched the ground, that fat man's face seemed to show a smile, his mouth moving slightly.
"Sir, what are you saying?" Claudia asked.
"Nothing. Guadalupe Island welcomes you." Casare smiled happily, even personally opening the car door for her.
Actually, what he'd just said was... "Money's in the account!"
The Humvee took Claudia through residential areas. They encountered children in split-pants on the road who, seeing the vehicle, weren't afraid but chased and played around it.
Claudia was very observant. She'd heard about Guadalupe Island's situation - supposedly that police chief from rural Mexico was quite ruthless, slaughtering all the drug dealers on the island!
She'd thought it was exaggerated rumors, but in Ensenada she'd seen the bodies.
Half-eaten by sharks.
Gulf Group leadership considered this a troublesome opponent, so they sent Claudia to retrieve those goods.
After all, for men, beautiful women's bodies were also targets of conquest.
The addicts across the way were already desperately waiting.
The Humvee drove all the way to the police station.
Patrol cars were everywhere along the route.
At the police station, Claudia even saw armored vehicles and artillery, some covered by rain shelters. Were these really military or police?
Claudia immediately felt nervous. If Mexican police all had such equipment, what was the point? Might as well surrender directly.
No, she had to suggest to the leaders after returning that Gulf Group's equipment needed upgrading - at minimum helicopters and such should be configured.
Casare led Claudia upstairs, knocked at the doorway, and only pushed the door open after hearing "come in" from inside the office.
Claudia turned her head to see a man sitting behind the office desk - dark short hair, deep eyes, cigarette hanging at an angle, face not exactly handsome but with very hard lines.
"A lady?"
Victor smiled, pointing at cigarettes on the desk, "Welcome. Do you smoke?"
Claudia boldly walked over, picked up a cigarette and put it in her mouth, then used her hand to take the cigarette from Victor's mouth to light her own. After taking a drag, "Excellent taste."
"You're very bold, madam."
"Abrego women are never timid." Claudia paused, pulling off the headband tying her hair, "And my chest is equally large. Want to touch it? As long as you agree to return our goods to us."
Casare perked up his ears. This direct?
But thinking about it, Mexican female drug dealers were like this. Maintaining chastity? If you maintained chastity, why be a drug dealer?
For example, "Queen of the Pacific" Sandra originally wanted to be a news reporter. "Godfather" Gallardo was her distant uncle. Through family influence she'd interviewed many drug lords, but once she was kidnapped by a drug dealer whose advances she'd rejected.
She was only released after several months.
You can imagine what happened to a woman kidnapped for months.
Anyway, after her release, she was determined to become a drug queen.
The Claudia before them was equally no saint.
Victor "saw" her information.
At 11, her father arranged her marriage to a drug group heir 7 years older. But at 13, she personally killed this "husband" who'd been abusing her. At 15, she married again - this time to a judicial police commander in Nuevo León state. But after 3 years of marriage, discovering his infidelity, she personally slaughtered him again.
From then on, she understood that for women not to be appendages, they had to become strong. She joined the Gulf Group led by her cousin García Abrego, using her beauty to eliminate many opponents.
Nicknamed: "Red Spider (Araña roja)"
Hearing Claudia's "conditions," Victor smiled, "Your pussy isn't worth $80 million. Let's talk about something realistic."
What chicken had such an expensive price?
Claudia heard the mockery in his tone, but her long-cultivated "quality" made her suppress her anger. She signaled to her bodyguard behind her, who handed him a briefcase.
"There are 4 bearer checks inside, $2 million each."
"$80 million worth of goods, and you want to ransom them back for $8 million?"
Claudia looked at him, "This is Gulf Cartel's sincerity. Moreover, we've already obtained usage rights to Guadalupe Island from Tijuana. If you agree, we can put the island under your management."
This made Victor laugh out loud.
"Tijuana? What is that thing? Does Guadalupe Island belong to them? What authority does a drug trafficking organization have to divide territories for you?"
"Are you joking with me?"
"Madam, this is a police station, not a mental hospital."
Claudia frowned, her tone carrying slight warning, "Officer Victor, you should think clearly. Tijuana + Gulf Group isn't comparable to those small drug dealers. We also have deep connections in Mexico City."
"Are you threatening me?" Victor suddenly asked.
Claudia spread her hands, "I'm from the Abrego family. I'm just stating facts. If you want to see it that way, perhaps you can."
Victor nodded.
"If you plan to continue in Mexican politics, we can also help you. What we love most is supporting promising..."
Claudia wanted to continue when she heard a loud voice, "You're fucking threatening me on my territory!"
Victor grabbed a Mossberg M9200A1 shotgun from under the desk, chambered a round with his left hand, and under Claudia's horrified gaze, pulled the trigger.
Bang!
He directly "blasted" her away. This scene changed too quickly - not just the bodyguard, even Casare didn't react.
When the bodyguard came to his senses, instinctively reaching into his clothes for his gun, Victor gave him a blast.
His head exploded directly!
Victor wasn't satisfied yet. Stylishly wielding the gun one-handed with a forceful swing, he aimed at Claudia's face on the ground and fired another shot.
Her delicate features instantly disappeared.
Only after emptying all shotgun shells did Victor take a deep breath.
Officers with guns had already rushed through the doorway.
Seeing the corpses on the ground and the smoking chief, they looked at each other.
"Nothing wrong, accidental discharge." Victor waved his hand, "Drag the bodies away."
Officers came forward to "collect" the mangled corpses.
"What a waste, what a waste." Casare muttered.
"What did you say?" Victor asked.
Casare shook his head, "Boss, these two were from Gulf Group..."
"You're still a backbone of my Victor Group. What are you afraid of?"
"I want them to understand that someday, Mexico's violent organizations won't be drug trafficking groups, but me, Victor!"
"Victor Carlos Vieri!"
(End of Chapter)
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