Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 541 Appearances are in harmony but minds are separate
Ciudad Victoria, northeastern Mexico.

The Los Zetas organization's headquarters is located in a five-story building near the city's slums.

This location was chosen by Z3 Lascano.

The building is located in a large slum area, and at each entrance to the slum area, there are local children playing in groups of three or four.

There must be one of these kids with a cell phone, and there must be a pay phone in the nearby convenience store.

Their duty is to keep watch.

If any unfamiliar face enters, or if any police or soldier walks into the area, these inconspicuous slum kids will be the first to pass the news to the people of Los Zetas.

Lascano is a special forces veteran, and he knows a lot about which areas in the city should be chosen as hiding places.

When Shorty and his men were captured in a suburban villa, Lascano laughed like a pig when he saw the news and told his men that these drug lords were experts when it came to drug trafficking, but when it came to dealing with the military and police, they were no different from idiots.

Because in the suburbs, unless your hiding place is not exposed, once it is exposed, it will be the end of you. In places where the population is not dense, the Mexican military can mobilize heavy weapons to attack hiding places without any scruples.

But hiding in a downtown area is completely different.

No military or police department dared to use heavy equipment here. Everyone in the slum was their hostage and shield.

Any action in an area like this would have to be a small-scale elite troop raid, but when it comes to raids and small elite special forces, he is an expert.

Are you playing this trick on yourself in a densely populated downtown area?
I've never been afraid!

Fourth floor.

Lascano sat on the sofa, facing the wall of the hall where speakers were hanging, playing rock music.

On the carpet in the hall, a dozen men and women were chewing marijuana cigarettes, wearing revealing clothes and twisting their bodies facing each other, immersed in illusory happiness.

Lascano has no drug use habit, and none of the core members of his organization use drugs other than marijuana.

He can't control his other brothers, but he can't touch the special forces members he recruited, those with the code name Z.

Once discovered, they will be kicked out of the organization.

After all, he knew very well the harm that drugs like nicotine, ice, or coca could do to the human body.

As a former member of the special forces, Lascano still retains some traces of a soldier.

Lascano held his glass of wine and looked at the wall clock. There were still ten minutes until he would meet Sanchez.

Just then, his cell phone vibrated on the table.

When I picked it up, I saw that it was indeed Sanchez's number.

"Boss, where have you been?"

"We just entered your territory. Get ready and find a room that's not too noisy so we can talk." Sanchez heard the music in the background: "Not in a crowded place. It's too noisy in your place!"

"Okay, let's find a room on the second floor to talk."

As soon as he put down the phone, one of his men ran in and whispered something in his ear.

Lascano nodded, stood up, and quickly left the hall and went downstairs.

When Sanchez emerged from his armored SUV, Lascano was already waiting in the yard.

The two hugged each other, then went upstairs and quickly found a room to sit down.

This building has many rooms and can accommodate hundreds of people.

Lascano would hide here most of the time.

He likes group life, which is a habit he developed in the army, and being in large numbers brings a sense of security.

Los Zetas has murdered many high-ranking government officials over the years, and has also killed many of his peers. Although Lascano is known for his ferocity, he is also famous for not fearing death.

But in daily life, he is more cautious than anyone else.

Only by being cautious can you live a long life.

As soon as he sat down, Sanchez raised his hand and spread out his index and middle fingers.

His men skillfully brought the cigar box and opened it beside him.

Another of his men took out one of the cigars, quickly cut the end with a cigar cutter, then expertly burned it with a lighter before gently placing it between Sanchez's fingers. Sanchez gave his men a look, signaling them to do so.

The two men immediately came to Lascano with the cigar box and were about to follow the procedure, but were stopped by the latter.

Lascano took out a cigar, cut the end himself, lit it himself, and put it in his mouth.

He didn't like Sanchez's behavior.

Los Zetas is different from traditional cartel organizations. After all, its founders are a group of special forces, so they have a good relationship with each other and their relationships in daily life are relatively equal.

When taking action, they are in a superior-subordinate relationship and require absolute obedience.

In daily life, they are just brothers. Unlike the boss of a traditional cartel like Sanchez, the status between the younger brothers and the older brothers must be fully reflected in every detail.

Sanchez had to have his men light his cigarette, but Lascano had to do it himself.

"Lascano, have you read the information about the person I sent you before?"

Sanchez asked first.

He held up two fingers.

"Big Leva is willing to pay you ten million to kill him."

Lascano nodded. "I've seen him. He's not an easy guy to deal with. I've used many connections but couldn't find his background. I only know he's the owner of a defense company and has extensive combat experience. Maybe—I say maybe—he's very likely a special forces soldier. And his subordinates are all members of elite forces from various countries. They're not easy to deal with."

"Ten million dollars is a lot of money. I've already taken on this business for you, so we have to get rid of this person as soon as possible, otherwise I will lose face."

Sanchez's tone left no room for doubt.

As the boss of the Gulf Group, Los Zetas is a relatively independent operational unit under him.

Although relatively independent, they still need to be protected by themselves in their own territory.

If the Gulf Group is a big whale, then Los Zetas is the Indian fish attached to them.

All along, Sanchez and his predecessors have tried to maintain the combat effectiveness of this killer organization without letting it grow too big or too fast.

There are two ways to control an organization.

Either control the people or control the money.

In terms of personnel, the Gulf Group has no control. After all, the Los Zetas organization has very strict recruitment requirements, and most of them are special forces.

So he controls the other person's money.

For example, Leyva promised 30 million, but after Sanchez's move, only 10 million was left.

Los Zetas can't be allowed to get too fat.

This is how every Gulf Group boss maintains power.

"Here is some information."

Sanchez pulled an envelope from his pocket and tossed it on the table.

"Three days later, the man surnamed Song will lead his men to Raymont City to take over Barlotte's organization and meet with the core members of the Barlotte organization there. Raymont City is the Barlotte organization's territory, so it would be difficult to take action there. However, they will definitely pass through the Cadereta Mountains, which is a good place. You can see if you can arrange a surprise operation there to send them to see God. This envelope contains the route and other information. You can take a look at it for reference."

Lascano didn't say anything, but looked at the envelope. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Boss, it's such a small matter. You can just call or have someone deliver it. Why bother making a trip yourself?"

Sanchez said, "Be careful, because Chapo and his gang have colluded with Song, and Song has a CIA background. I have to be cautious and come here to talk to you in person. This is related to our future survival. Right now, all the cartels in Mexico are choosing sides. This battle will be fought sooner or later. If we lose, we will all die!"

Lascano nodded silently and reached for the envelope. "Okay, I'll do it."

"Okay! Then I'll go back and wait for your good news." Sanchez stood up very satisfied, then waved his hand and his men brought the cigar box over.

"This box of cigars is for you. It's a token of my appreciation."

After saying that, he turned around and led his men away.

After everyone left, Lascano heard the engine noise fading from downstairs. He suddenly grabbed the box of cigars like a mad dog and slammed it against the wall. His eyes were like knives as he roared viciously, "Go to hell! You greedy pig! Damn it! You only gave me 10 million for 30 million! Do you think we brothers are beggars?"

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)