Chapter 9 Angry Filippoto
"Who are they?"
Broly asked as he watched the plane fly away.
"A group of people who specialize in serving assassins. They are people from the Continental Hotel."
Alejandro said.
"Continental Hotel?"
This immediately piqued Broly's interest.
"The Continental Hotel is an institution set up by a group of people from the underground world to regulate the rules of the underground world. They provide assassins with various services, including firearms and equipment, target intelligence, lodging, and rest. No one is allowed to kill anyone at the Continental Hotel. "
Desperate for revenge, he became a killer and spent some time at the Continental Hotel. During an operation, he met CIA agent Matt and became his informant before leaving the Continental Hotel.
(The Continental Hotel is derived from the hit organization in the John Wick series of movies. I wonder if you guessed that from the old man collecting the bodies in the previous chapter)
"After the Reyes Group is dissolved, give me one as well."
Broly said and got into the van. He was a bit disappointed. He destroyed the Reyes Group's drug factory and got no resurrection points.
Alejandro shrugged and started the van.
The dilapidated van bumped along the dirt road, quickly leaving the garage behind.
"Who is it? Are you from the Mata Group?"
Filippo Toreyes had a beard, brown skin, and a large skull, like a lion's. At that time, he was obviously angry, his eyebrows and hair were trembling, and his face was red from congestion. Everyone in the room fell silent because of the dangerous aura he exuded.
Everyone knew the consequences of insulting Filiberto.
After enduring the most painful torture, the corpse was hung from a lamppost, which was nothing more than the most common practice of the Reyes group. He once cut people into pieces and put them in the refrigerator to give to his enemies.
"We still confirm that almost no one saw them in action and they perfectly avoided all cameras."
Bolton's face is not very good looking. He controls the armed forces of the Reyes Group and uses cruel methods to attack the enemies of the Reyes Group and the traitors within it.
"But they still left clues given to us by our friends in the police station."
The strength of Diaz's bulletproof car exceeded Alejandro's expectations. The engine compartment was not completely destroyed despite the damage from the grenade.
The internal line at the police station sent a photo. A piece of the hood, packed in a sealed bag. There were traces of flames on it and it was badly deformed, but the mark of a shoe heel was still clearly visible.
"Mutant?"
Filippoto's expression suddenly turned serious.
"Are you from the Mutant Brotherhood?"
To say who the Reyes Group's most dreaded enemy is, it is definitely not the powerful American departments such as the CIA and the FBI, but the Brotherhood of Mutants, a terrorist organization that does not follow any rules. They are inextricably linked to the Mutant Factory, where they have purchased more than a dozen brainwashed mutants as assassins.
"It shouldn't be them. If it really is the Brotherhood of Mutants, we should all be in a hornet's nest with steel bars by now.
Burton made a joke that wasn't funny.
"It should be the Mata Group. They found a mutant killer and thought they could handle us."
Because of the bad relationship between the U.S. government and mutants, neither the CIA nor the FBI have mutant members. So they didn't suspect them.
"So what are you waiting for? Find a group of people to take revenge right now! I want Balomata to feel the pain!"
Filippoto roared like a raging lion. As a drug cartel, their greatest fear is to be seen as weak. Competitors and collaborators will tear the Reyes Group apart and devour it like hyenas that smell blood.
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He drank a glass of water and took a breath.
"Also, make sure that Antonio follows my daughter, and those beasts of the Mata Group can do anything."
Fiesta Hotel Naucalpan, 27th floor.
Alejandro watched the school across the street with a huge monocular telescope. He patted the telescope and said:
"Swarovski, the king of telescopes, the CIA uses only the best".
The image from the expensive telescope is so clear and sharp that you can almost see the nose hairs in the guard's nostrils.
"Now we have two plans. One is to rush to the opposite school later and take them over. That's easier and won't cause too many accidents. The other is to intercept them in the middle, which will cause more trouble. Chaos, but also more like a drug cartel approach."
Broly was busy with a big pile of burritos and asked without lifting his head:
"Which way can kill more people?"
Alejandro shrugged.
"Of course it's the second. Filippo Toreyes has hired a lot of bodyguards for his daughter."
Broly picked up a large
bottle of beer and drank it all:
"Then we'll wait here until they get out of school. Also, order thirty pies for me."
San Ignacio Girls' School was founded when the Spanish ruled Mexico and was a model for girls' schools in the 18th century. It has evolved to the present day and is still one of the best schools in Mexico. Most of the students who study there are the daughters of high-ranking officials, foreign officials stationed in Mexico, and prominent businessmen.
Before the 1990s, it was impossible for the daughter of a drug dealer to attend this historic school.
Isabella Reyes' campus life was not pleasant. Her classmates vaguely rejected her, and the daughter of an American diplomat personally humiliated her on several occasions.
When school was out, almost every luxury car in Mexico appeared at the school gate, and five identical Chevrolet Suburbans were particularly conspicuous.
Several black-clad bodyguards escorted Isabella into the Saber in the center.
Isabella picked up the tablet on her seat and tapped absently.
"Why are there so many people here today?"
She said, looking at the person sitting on the edge with a slightly frightened expression. He was a strong man with a dull expression. His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray, and there was no trace of energy. His rock hard muscles stretched his suit so tight that it was almost torn.
Isabella had seen them kill people, cruelly and efficiently, without mercy. They looked like humans, but in reality they were just weapons made to kill humans.
"Some people have been causing trouble for the group lately, and the boss is worried that they will target the young lady."
The bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat said.
Isabella leaned back in her seat, expressionless, and continued to play with the tablet in her hand. Suddenly the cartoon on the tablet was interrupted.
"Maja Fake, unable to connect to the Internet!"
The co-pilot's bodyguard immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and contacted the bodyguards in the other cars. He did not just take the disconnection as a bad signal.
"Check the signal! Check the area for unusual movements! Someone may be trying to attack us."
The bodyguards in other vehicles discovered a moment later that the signal for the entire convoy was down.
"Hurry! Faster!"
The bodyguard felt his heart twitch violently, as if held by an invisible hand. He drew his dagger, cut open the seat, took out the rifle inside, loaded the magazine, and opened the safety.