Chapter 645

As the most powerful gang organization in Tijuana, seta has always been domineering.

And this is their glorious tradition.

Although the limelight is not as good as before, it is pressed step by step on its own territory. The new generation of power owner Imam finally chooses to respond with the strongest attitude.

In the next week, fierce armed conflict broke out in setado region.

Sinaloa is one of the most powerful gangs in Mexico today, but after all, the strong dragon can't suppress the local snake.

Under seta's all-out attack at all costs, Sinaloa's power in Tijuana can be called a heavy loss.

"Three, come to dinner."

Chen Liang, who was under house arrest for nearly a week, finally met with Yimamu again.

These days, although personal freedom is restricted, Imam is not difficult for them. They eat and drink well. He also makes intimate arrangements for married beauties to accompany them. In addition to being unable to go out, it is almost like a vacation.

"Mr. imam, you have detained us for so long. Can we leave now?"

Chen Liang put forward reasonable demands, but he didn't see much anger.

"Of course, you are seta's friends. We have always been very friendly to our friends. There is no other meaning to leave three here these days, just to protect their safety."

Tang Xiaolong sat down with Chen Liang at the table. Naturally, he wouldn't believe each other's nonsense, but he also heard about what happened in Tijuana these days.

After all, although Imam put them under house arrest. But they have not completely isolated their channels of communication with the outside world.

In other words, they have seen the news of the armed conflict that broke out in Tijuana these days.

The long table was full of dishes. Like the Palace Banquet, the life of these drug lords was really extravagant.

The middle plate was large and covered with a cover. I didn't know what it was.

"You must have heard about what happened in Tijuana these days?"

Yimamu shook his cuffs and said with a smile, "I hope those fees that hide like lost dogs don't disappoint you too much."

"Mr. Yimamu, we all want to make money. Why do we have to kill each other and be kind to make money."

Chen Liang is like a good man without a temper.

"Mr. Chen, the truth is right, but you may not know the situation here. The best way to deal with things you don't know is not to evaluate them casually. Since you are a businessman, what you should know most is to choose partners. Are you right?"

Different from ordinary drug dealers, this Imam is not so vulgar, eloquent, staring at Chen Liang with a tone of three points of comfort and three points of threat.

Chen Liang seemed to understand the truth of people under the eaves and kept silent rationally.

"Eat."

Imam opened his mouth and then shifted his eyes. His eyes fell on the open plate.

"Mr. Chen, this dish is specially prepared for you. Open it yourself."

The three of Chen Liang looked at the cover plate.

"I'll come."

The Qin and Han Dynasties got up, but Chen Liang stopped them.

"Mr. Yimamu is very polite."

Chen Liang stood up, leaned forward, stretched out his hand and took off the cover.

When the cover was removed, Tang Xiaolong and Qi Qi of the Qin and Han Dynasties changed their faces.

Imam smiles.

"Mr. Chen, do you still like this dish?"

This mysterious "dish" is nothing else, but a bloody head!

His eyes were wide open and his hair was disheveled. He was no one else. He was the person who met Chen Liang and talked to Sinaloa in Tijuana - campenou!

A few days ago, he was very powerful, but now he is in a different place.

This is really a hard dish!

Time seems to freeze.

A faint smell of blood floated in the air.

The scene was horribly quiet for a moment.

Even if he is well-informed now, he can put his head on the table. This is the first time Tang Xiaolong has seen this horror picture, and his breath stopped for a while.

The impact of Qin and Han Dynasties was even greater. Since he came to Mexico, he felt like taking a roller coaster, stimulating wave after wave without stopping at all.

After jumping out of the small well in Shacheng, he found that the outside world was so "colorful".

"We took a lot of effort to catch this guy, but it's a pity that he was dead when we caught him."

This is not nonsense.

If you catch me, I don't know how cruel it will be.

I'm afraid anyone would rather commit suicide.

Campenou is dead. It seems that Sinaloa's power in Tijuana is shaky even if it hasn't collapsed. Sure enough, the skinny camel is bigger than the horse. Even if seta is bigger than before, its strength can't be underestimated.

of course.

Chen Liang doesn't care about the struggle and resentment between the two families. The key is that he has talked about "cooperation" with campenou, but seta's cross cutting will undoubtedly disrupt his plan.

The killing of campenou not only represents the loss of the 500000 dollar deposit, but also his previous plan to declare bankruptcy.

Naturally, Chen Liang doesn't care much about this little money. What he cares about most is how the factory is now and who owns it.

When Chen Liang removed the cover, Yimamu carefully stared at his expression and found that the boy had no feelings of sadness or anger except a little shock.

This satisfied him.

It doesn't matter if it's only a preliminary cooperation, but if Sinaloa is identified and his position is firm, he can't be blamed for his ruthlessness.

"Mr. imam, you are really very careful. In that case, the transaction between me and Sinaloa has naturally been suspended."

Chen Liang's assessment of the situation makes Imam appreciate it more.

He likes to deal with such cleverness, unlike those fools who always waste his bullets.

"I think we should have a good drink today."

Imam ordered the servant.

"Go and get some bottles of good wine."

Chen Liang sat down again. Although there was a terrible head on the table, his face was calm.

Although he didn't really ask for food, from beginning to end, Imam didn't remove campenou's head and put it in the middle of the table, like an ornament or a warning.

I have to say that this is indeed a meal with a unique taste. I'm afraid the Qin and Han Dynasties will never forget it.

Several times he felt vomiting and was forced back by himself.

On the other hand, Chen Liang, as if nothing had happened, turned a blind eye to his brother. The big drug lord pushed a cup and changed a lamp, talking and laughing.

In the past, he simply thought that Chen Liang had developed and become rich, but now he found that his cognition was too superficial.