The car door was opened, and a fully armed Northern Army soldier donning sunglasses grabbed his hair and pulled him down from the car.
"I am useful, I am El Mencho…"
The soldier lifted his gun butt and smashed it down on his head!
Meanwhile, three other bodyguards who weren't killed were bound by hands and feet.
Ludwig Becker, arriving behind, was ecstatic!
He clutched El Mencho's hair and stared at his face.
"Hahaha, who would have thought it really is you!"
"Mad dog, El Mencho."
By now, he had lost the arrogant demeanor he once had on television and his eyes carried a plea.
"Quick, send the good news to the division commander!"
Ludwig Becker grinned broadly.
There would be promotions and riches.
When Alexeyevich Brusilov, the commander of the Third Division, received the news, he too was stunned.
It hadn't been long.
Had they really captured the new leader of Jalisco?
Could this be some sort of mistake?
