Mexico City, the capital of Mexico...
In an office on the top floor of a building, a man in a high-end suit extended his right hand to reveal the tattoo hidden under the cuff. He handed a package of white powder in a transparent plastic bag to his underling.
The underling respectfully extended both hands to receive the white powder. He bowed to the man in front of him and said, "Thank you, Boss Mitchell!"
After saying that, he left.
Michelson picked up the phone on the table and looked at it with a gloomy face. He said to the man who looked very gentle standing at the side, "Rokamen, fish this waste out. I promised his mother that I would protect him."
"Yes, boss. What about the other four people? Do you want to fish them out together?" asked Rokamen.
