Chapter 236: A Battle of Mexican Milfs


    Alex was locked and loaded, and traveling in the back seat of a technical, as he and Amahle drove off the objective they were tasked with attacking. It was another processing facility, however instead of belonging to Jalisco, it belonged to the Sinaloa cartel.


    For some time now, the Sinaloa cartel had been copsing. In fact, it was one of the reasons why the violence and chaos in Mexico had escted. After all, the Sinaloa cartel was thergest cartel, but with its leaders ending up behind bars, or worse, it had slowly begun to copse.


    Every one of its rival was now fighting for a piece of the pie. And while the Zetas and Jalisco were particrly well known for their violence, both against cartels, the government, and civilians. The Sinaloa were known as the “good guys” insofar as they tried their best not to get people who were not about that life involved in their violence.


    With the copse of the Gulf Cartel by Alex’s hand, as an instrument of La Madre’s will, and the massacre of the Knight’s Temr Cartel by Jalisco a few years back. This really left only two major cartels vying for the assets and territory of the Sinaloa.


    Of course, with Alex’s intervention in the Mexican Drug War, you now had Jalisco reeling from repeated losses, and because of this the Zetas had suddenly gained the upper hand. Especially after seizing the assets and territory of the Gulf Cartel.


    Thus, it was a race against time for the Zetas to deal a lethal blow to the already copsing Sinaloa Cartel, and to seize their power before Jalisco could send their troops to do the same. It was because of this that Alex was leading a strike against one of Sinaloa’srgest processing facilities. While Amahle was tasked with venturing deep into Sinaloa territory to silently eliminate its remaining leadership.


    Alex had once more consumed enough cocaine to stop the heart of an ordinary man, and because of this he was wired to the gills as he yed with the safety of his AK-105, flipping it on and off and a particr irritating disy of what one might call an overwhelming excess of energy.


    But before Amahle could yell at him to stop, the sound of the heavy machine gun mounted on the back of the pickup truck they were sitting in resonated in the air as it opened fire on an enemy position. Seeing this as his cue to get into the fight, Alex ced his helmet on his head, before jumping out of the vehicle and straight into enemy fire. Alex took a 5.56 projectile straight to the chest as he exited the vehicle, but other than dealing some blunt force trauma that would knock the wind out of a man not hopped up on cocaine, he was entirely unaffected. Particrly because of his drug abuse, and the fact that he was wearing NIJ Level IV tes.


    Thus, Alex opened fire, holding down the trigger as he sprayed a wave of projectiles towards the hostile positions. He also ran towards cover in between his bursts, doing his best to get behind something that could protect him from the oing bullets which, for the grace of god missed him entirely.


    The rest of Alex’s team deployed from the vehicle while the heavy machine guns and rocket pods mounted on the back of the pickupsid down suppressive fire on the enemy positions. Once the Sinaloa sicarios were well and truly suppressed, Alex dashed towards them, spending his magazine as he riddled them full of bullet holes.


    His men could just barely follow his lead as Alex cleared the entryway of the processing facility. Whereupon ejecting an empty mag, and inserting a fresh one, Alex kicked down the door. Luckily for him, it wasn’t booby trapped, or he could have lost his life then and there in a coke fueled rampage.


    Like the previous processing facility, there were workers inside, who tried their best to escape from the hailstorm of bullets that were exchanged between Alex’s team, and those Sinaloa sicarios who had not already fled from the sudden assault.


    While Alex was storming the facility, Amahle had deployed from the technical with her sniper rifle in hand. She had other ces to be, and used the chaos of this event to slip deep into enemy lines, where she would target the remaining leadership of the Sinaloa cartel with a series of precise assassinations.


    —


    While Alex was engaging in another firefight with the enemy, Carmen was back at her hotel. She and her partner had taken the info provided to them by the Mexican Federales, after bribing them for information on Alex and his misdeeds in Mexico.


    They were prepared afterward to call it a night, after all, for whatever reason they suddenly found themselves unable to call back to headquarters and report that a US citizen had be a dangerous murderer for Los Zetas.


    Though Carmen figured she was currently experiencing an outage, she did not think anything of it, and thus she decided to hit up the bar at her hotel before calling it a night… Interestingly enough, she was not the only beautiful and mature Mexican woman who had chosen to sit at the bar this night. Because a woman with a shy sense of fashion sat down next to her.


    At first, Carmen thought nothing of it, until that woman spoke up and ordered a drink. Coincidentally, causing the veteran DEA agent to look up from the dossier containing the information that the Federales had gathered on Alex. Whereupon seeing who the woman next to her was, Carmen froze in fear, and reached towards her chest in an attempt to grab her gun.


    But La Madre stopped the woman before she could do so with a particrly grim threat.


    “I wouldn’t do that if I were you… My boys will light you up before you even get your gun out of your holster…”


    Carmen tensed up when she heard this and saw several men in the hotel bar guarding the exits with guns in their hands. When the beautiful federal agent saw this, she sighed heavily before releasing her grip over her sidearm. She then downed the tequ in her ss before speaking to La Madre as if they were old friends.


    “Selena Cortes, I heard your acquisition of the Los Zetas was a particrly brutal affair… Can I ask why you are here in Mexico city? Or why you have decided to visit little ol’ me?”


    Selena scoffed when she heard this. She too downed a shot of tequ before pointing towards the folder that contained the dossier of Alex which the federales hadpiled.


    “That would be the reason… I was warned that a little pesky rat had spoken of things he shouldn’t have regarding my favorite new puppy… And I would prefer if you didn’t go around speaking of things you may or may not have read while here in Mexico… By the way, your partner has already been taken care of… He refused to ept my generous offer, and so he had to be dealt with. I hope you won’t make the same mistake…”


    Carmen’s eyes opened wide as she witnessed the sadistic smile on La Madre’s face… Knowing exactly what this brutal Drug Queen was capable of, Carmen immediately asked about the partner the DEA had assigned her years ago, a man who was like a mentor to her.


    “What the hell did you do with James?”


    La Madre’s luscious red lips curled into a devilish sneer as she shook her head and clicked her tongue before responding to Carmen’s question.


    “Tsk… Tsk… Tsk… It is quite the scandalous thing… A veteran DEA agent with a heroin addiction? I’m afraid to say that by the time we found him he had overdosed on his favorite poison…”


    Carmen lost her reason for a second, and was quick to rise to her feet, reaching for her gun once more in an attempt to avenge her fallenrade.


    “You fucking bitch!”


    However, La Madre reminded the woman of what would happen to her if she tried anything, and with a particrly conceited tone in her voice.


    “Ah ah ah! Let’s not blow things out of proportion here… You wouldn’t like the consequences that would ur if you were to do anything foolish… Now sit! Let’s have a reasonable discussion between two women… That boy you’re after…


    You do realize even if you bring that dossier home, you will never be able to convict him, right? He’s worth half as much as I am. He could easily buy any jury or judge you put him in front of, and be acquitted of any charges with prejudice. After all, you and I both know how corrupt your country’s legal system is…”


    Carmen gave La Madre a look as if she were being a hypocrite. But chose not to say anything. After all, the Drug Queen was right. Not only was Alex wealthy beyond image, but his mother was connected to some seriously powerful people. Even if Alex couldn’t buy his freedom, his mother could use her connections to get him a pardon.


    Thus, Carmen was forced to sigh and ask La Madre exactly what she wanted.


    “Fine… Let’s say you have a point knowing all of this. Why would you even bother looking out for the kid? What exactly do you want from me?”


    La Madre smirked smugly as she reached over towards the dossier and snatched it away from Carmen. Though Carmen was about to protest, the menacing sicarios who stood guard nearby motioned towards her to remain still.


    Once La Madre had what she wanted, she rose from her seat and drank another shot of tequ that was poured for her, before speaking her thoughts.


    “I want this evidence you have gathered against my favorite little puppy, and for you to treat what you have learned as if it were nothing more than a fever dream… Though he can easily evade any charges you try to stick him with, his reputation might suffer dearly for being involved with little ol me, and I happen to have be very fond of my newest pet… You agree to that, and I’ll let you walk out of here in one piece, deal?”


    Carmen red at La Madre with an intense hatred, one that she had never felt before. She wanted more than anything to tell this witch to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. But if she were to avenge her partner, then she needed to live. And it was this thought that forced her to agree to the Drug Queen’s terms.


    “Fine… But the next time I see you, your head will roll bitch!”


    Despite Carmen’s threats, La Madre did not seem the least bit concerned as she smiled, and walked off, but not before leaving onestment.


    “Oh? I look forward to it!”