"Victor Carlos Vieri!!!"
Within a luxurious manor in Victoria City, the capital of Tamaulipas, a low, rage-filled curse could be heard.
The short and stocky Juan Garcia Abrego, with a dark expression on his face, shook faintly from a scar on his face left from a shootout.
The man who had once turned Gulf Group from a smuggling ring into a transnational drug trafficking organization hadn't been this angry for a long time.
It wasn't Claudia Abrego's death that pained him—she was just a cousin; if she was dead, she was dead. What pained him was the batch of goods that were meant for San Francisco. The local sales network had already started to distribute, junkies had been lined up, and the CIA had been taken care of.
The goods hadn't even been loaded onto the vehicle yet.
They were worth 100 million US dollars.
Although it wouldn't cripple him, this loss was enough to cause him heartache.
Revenge was necessary!
