novelraw Chapter 1346 - 730: Professional
Chapter 1346 - 730: Professional
Juárez City isn't particularly unfamiliar to Alejandro; he's been here before, so he quickly arrived at the agreed restaurant, mentioned he was looking for someone to the waiter, and then walked straight to the kitchen without greeting the chefs, making his way to the commercial fridge, where he opened a small side door and entered.
After passing through a short corridor, Alejandro entered a room, which was at the back of the restaurant; this was also a hidden safehouse for their undercover operations. In fact, the restaurant owner he passed by is the same person, acting as a peripheral collaborator with the CIA, responsible for some supplies and intelligence support.
"Hunter, long time no see." Alejandro greeted an elderly man over fifty inside, and sat down directly on the chair next to him.
Hunter frowned at Alejandro: "Shark, weren't you transferred?"
Alejandro reached for the beer on the table, opened it himself, and clinked glasses with Hunter, "Yes, but recently there was a bit of an incident, so I came back. How are things here? Have the past few years treated you well?"
Hunter: "Everything is fine here. Are you here for a mission?"
Alejandro: "My informant told me Victoria the Iron Viper was killed last night. He doesn't know the details, but I need your help to investigate."
Hunter: "Is she your target this time?"
Alejandro: "Correct, I needed her to contact a high-ranking person in Sinaloa."
Hunter: "Could it be Ghost? He's not an easy guy to deal with."
Alejandro: "It can't be helped; very few people know his whereabouts. Victoria happens to be one of them, but we had an incident earlier; an explosion sent one of our guys to the hospital for a few days. Just when he was about to be discharged to handle things, news came that she had been killed."
Hunter: "I see, is this the company's mission?"
Alejandro nodded; this operation wasn't something he arranged privately, so using the company's resources to investigate was legitimate—Hunter naturally had to cooperate.
Hunter: "Where do you want it delivered?"
Alejandro: "Just let me know when you've got it. By the way, do you have intelligence on Carlos Escobar?"
Hunter: "Hm? Why do you want his?"
Alejandro: "His supply sources are also from Sinaloa's side; with Victoria dead, we need to prepare other plans."
Hunter nodded: "OK, I'll get it ready for you; you can leave now."
Alejandro said nothing, waited until he finished his beer, then got up, "After lying in the hospital for a few days, I really miss this. I'm off."
Leaving the restaurant the same way he entered, Alejandro found another storage company to stash his belongings before returning to the hospital to wait for news. With Hunter's help, the information would definitely be more detailed, but this line wasn't his own, making it troublesome to use.
Alejandro's actions had nothing to do with Jimmy; he didn't even know Alejandro had been discharged. He arrived at the gang safehouse recorded in the intelligence, where Jimmy rode past on a motorcycle, only taking a look at the structure and personnel inside.
It seems quite lively here; the safehouse is a three-story residential building, but the second floor seems to have been converted into a large room with lots of suspected fitness equipment inside. Jimmy couldn't be sure without seeing the actual items.
At least a dozen people were scattered throughout different rooms in the building, and people were coming and going even in broad daylight. It's estimated that they haven't completed their receiving process yet, which also means Carlos might be here; after all, it's convenient to arrange many things from here.
The DEA's data included Carlos Escobar's photo, so Jimmy didn't go far—he bought a bottle of ice-cold cola at a nearby cold drink shop and kept an eye on the safehouse. If he could just catch Carlos going in or out within the limited time, that'd be perfect.
Unfortunately, he was overthinking; after resting for a while, he didn't achieve anything, and he couldn't stay in the cold drink shop forever, so he had to leave on his motorcycle and find another spot to observe.
Not until dusk did Jimmy return to the hospital. He had watched the safehouse for most of the day without spotting Carlos, a complete waste of effort. However, the nearby Mexican restaurant had quite good flavors, and he brought some takeout tacos and fruit back for Javier and the others to enjoy, given the hospital food was really not worth mentioning.
Jimmy: "I brought you some food—why isn't Alejandro here?"
He looked at Alejandro's hospital bed, where the patient gown was neatly placed, indicating that he had left.
Javier: "He had something to do and just left, probably half an hour ago."
Jimmy: "O...K, then split his portion among yourselves; he'll likely sort out dinner outside. How's it going? What do they say in Albuquerque?"
Javier: "We're heading back the day after tomorrow; the time is set, with DEA office arranging people to pick us up at the border."
Jimmy nodded: "Alright, it's settled then; you guys enjoy your meal, I'm going to the washroom."
Alejandro didn't expect Hunter to get the information so fast; he had just returned to the hotel for a few hours before Hunter called, forcing him to leave the hospital again to rendezvous.
Following the same route into Hunter's room, Hunter immediately spoke up, "Shark, have you guys arranged a combat squad to come over?"