Chapter 61 – Henry and Matthew Robbed

For Hardy, the ideal outcome was to recover the $300,000 check. If Dani could be made to vanish quietly, it would be perfect. If not, Hardy was prepared to have Dani eliminated on the streets, pinning the blame on local Colombians. Either way, he intended to avoid direct involvement.

The next day, Henry and Matthew boarded a flight to Colombia. After a stopover in Houston, they endured a grueling ten-hour journey before arriving in Bogotá well after 10 PM.

Exhausted but determined, they hailed a taxi and handed the driver $5. "Take us to the liveliest nightclub in town. We're looking for a wild time."

The driver, grinning, pocketed the money. "Sure thing. This nightclub is run by Americans and has everything you need—beautiful women, leaves, and more. Enjoy yourself."

The taxi pulled up in front of a two-story building adorned with flashing neon lights. Inside, the nightclub's decor rivaled that of high-end American clubs. The pulsating music and vibrant light show created an atmosphere thick with the scent of leaves and powder, more intense than anything in Los Angeles.

Henry and Matthew noticed that the crowd was predominantly European, with many South American women. As they settled in, a Colombian beauty approached them. They exchanged smiles and hugs, chatting amiably.

After a glass of wine, Henry leaned closer to the woman in his arms. "Do you know the local dealer? Could you introduce me?"

With a knowing smile, she agreed, and soon a young South American drug dealer was introduced to them.

The dealer, eyeing them with interest, asked, "What do you need—leaves or cocoa powder?"

"Let's start with the leaves. We'll discuss the rest at the hotel," Henry replied.

The dealer's eyes lit up. "I've got the best stuff. How about we start with leaves for $10 and then discuss the cocoa powder for $20?"

Henry handed over a wad of cash—around five or six hundred dollars. The dealer's eyes widened at the sight.

Colombia, being the source of these substances, offered much cheaper prices compared to the U.S. Many people traveled there just to enjoy these commodities before returning home. Henry and Matthew were seasoned buyers, and the dealer saw them as high-value customers who would spend generously.

After completing their transaction, Henry and Matthew continued to enjoy the nightclub. They drank and mingled for over half an hour, becoming slightly intoxicated.

"It's time to head back to the hotel," Matthew said, standing up.

Henry nodded. As they exited, the two women clung to them, reluctant to part ways. Henry, feeling tired, waved them off with a smile. "I'm not up for it tonight. Maybe another time. Here's a tip for you."

He handed them two $10 bills and a couple of white packets. The women thanked him, giving them a quick kiss before they parted.

Staggering slightly, Henry and Matthew climbed into a taxi. "Take us to the hotel," Henry requested, his words slurred.

"Which hotel?" the driver asked.

"Just pick a good one. We've got money to spend," Matthew replied carelessly.

"Got it, gentlemen."

As the taxi drove off, Henry and Matthew fell asleep in the back seat, murmuring softly. The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, a sly smile on his face.

Minutes later, the taxi veered off the main road onto a desolate path flanked by deep ditches overgrown with tall vines and weeds. Three figures emerged from the shadows. One was the drug dealer from the nightclub.

The taxi stopped, and the driver stepped out, greeting the others with a nod. "They're out cold, like logs."

The drug dealer's boss surveyed Henry and Matthew in the back seat and issued a chilling command: "Get them out of the car. If they resist, kill them."

As the men dragged Henry and Matthew out of the vehicle, the two, groggy and disoriented, began to wake.

"What's going on?" Henry asked, confused.

"Hand over all your money, or we'll shoot you and take it," the leader said darkly, pulling out a gun.

Henry exchanged a sharp glance with Matthew.

In an instant, their dazed expressions cleared. Henry seized the boss's gun, flipping it into his own hand. Meanwhile, Matthew swiftly kicked one of the henchmen in the groin, causing him to collapse in pain.

The drug dealer rushed to retrieve his weapon, but Henry was quicker. He aimed and fired, taking out the dealer with a single shot. He then swiftly turned his gun on the remaining henchmen, killing them as well.

The taxi driver, now terrified, begged for his life. "Please, don't kill me. I'm just a driver. They forced me to do this."

"Bang!"

The driver slumped with a bullet in his head.

Henry surveyed the scene, satisfaction evident in his eyes. "I don't care what you were involved in. You brought us here."

The two retrieved useful items from the bodies—additional weapons, wallets, IDs, and cash—before discarding the corpses into the ditch. The deep ditch, choked with vines and weeds, quickly concealed the bodies.

With their new acquisitions—both weapons and a vehicle—Henry and Matthew climbed into the taxi and drove off, ready for their next move.