In Te Lu City, there was an extremely luxurious and large mansion.
Around the mansion, every five steps there was a guard, and every ten steps a sentry, all armed gang members on watch.
This was because the mansion belonged to the head of the Tijuana drug trafficking group, Huarez Guzman, who had implemented the most extensive protective measures to guard against police arrest.
Late at night, Huarez returned home, seething with anger. That day, yet another shipment had been intercepted by US police at the border, and a covert route for transporting goods had been discovered, causing him significant losses.
"Fuck, those idiot minions, can't they give me a break?"
Cursing under his breath, Huarez walked into his bedroom, intending to go to bed and rest. However, the moment he looked down, he noticed an envelope on the pillow.
"What... Get over here, we've got intruders!"
