Zooming through the city without giving a shit about the red light made the FBI agents behind us turn the sirens on, so they could escort us. We soon arrived at a few flor, tall building, with glass outer wall walls. It was clearly an office complex.
The older guy, quite tall, shaved cleanly, with a ponytail and a stack of papers in his hands was already waiting for us. He was wearing a t-shirt, a leather jacket over it, and dark pants.
- This is everything I have - he communicated as soon as we stepped out of the car, and waved the stack of documents.
- Doesn't matter. Tell me who told you those people were linked to the cartels - I said, getting closer to him.
- Who is this guy? - he asked mister Wu.
- Tell him what he wants to know, and you better not piss him off - he heard in response.
This made him nod immediately.
