Guadalupe Island.
The remaining 70 drug traffickers wept with joy, and many were roaring with excitement.
They...
had been released!
These cops actually kept their words, really kept their words.
"Where's the boat... the boat the officers are sending us away on?" A drug trafficker lieutenant asked Kennedy with a fawning smile.
"There's no boat, swim back yourselves."
"Swim back?!"
The drug traffickers were instantly dumbfounded.
You look at me, I look at you.
"Off... officer, the distance to Ensenada City is over 300 kilometers, are you joking?" stammered the drug trafficker lieutenant.
Kennedy's eyebrows raised slightly, he nodded slowly, stepping aside, "You have a point. Go on, I'll take you to Mr. Victor."
The lieutenant's face lit up with joy, and he followed Kennedy for a couple of steps, then suddenly saw the police in front of him lunge forward as if he had lost his footing.
