American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Los Angeles, in the VIP room of the Cedar Restaurant at the Beverly Hills Hotel, Kayla stepped forward and shook hands with Schiller. Behind him was another man, a black man in a uniform, very burly, almost On par with Arthur.

"Professor Schiller, this is Leila, an agent of the US Drug Enforcement Administration. After hearing the clues you provided, the two of us rushed to Los Angeles without stopping."

"Please take a seat." Schiller pointed to the chair opposite, then walked to the door and said to the waiter, "It's time to serve, thank you."

Agent Leila of the Drug Enforcement Administration looked very serious. Before the food was served, he told Schiller: "It is not good news for us that the Guadalajara organization has resumed activities at sea."

"About 5 years ago, one of our agents was brutally murdered, the tragedy shocked the world, Congress and the President were outraged, and in just 5 years, the Mexican drug industry has re-emerged, and now it wants to invade the West Coast again. We must make them pay the price."

What Lila was talking about was actually a not-so-famous tragic case in the world's anti-drug history, and the murderer of this tragic case was the leader of the Guadalajara organization, Gallardo.

In November 1984, the anti-drug anti-drug operation launched by the Mexican government was vigorously launched in Mexico. At the same time, an agent code-named Kiki was lurking among the managers of the planting industry chain in Guadalajara.

The real name is Camare LS Racha, an anti-drug agent who obtained information about the plantation and instructed the Mexican government to burn down a plantation covering an area of ​​about 15,000 acres.

Gallardo, the owner of the plantation, was so enraged that they captured the agent and tortured him for at least 30 hours, when his body was found almost beyond recognition.

The Washington government was furious. Under the pressure of the US Congress and the President, the Mexican government started the first drug war and frantically suppressed Guadalajara.

By 1989, the organization had lost its glory, the sales organizations had been hit hard, and Gallardo was nowhere to be found.

"This may be a signal." The black agent Leila tapped his finger on the table and said: "The Mexican government has relaxed its crackdown on Guadalajara. They may be testing us and thinking that we will relax monitoring of sea routes. , they want to make a comeback."

"Professor Schiller, you said on the phone that people from the Guadalajara organization massacred the natives of a village on an island in the Gulf of Mexico. Do you know the location of that island? We want to send someone to check." Kayla said while eating.

Schiller observed Kayla's movements and found that she was in a hurry to eat, she should be starving, but considering that it is morning, they may have arrived from the east coast overnight, and it is normal to not eat dinner and breakfast .

Just last night, Schiller called Kayla, the chief of the CIA station in the Metropolis, who he had been in contact with, to reflect the situation he had encountered.

The cooperation between the CIA and the U.S. Drug Enforcement Agency sounds like a fantasy. The CIA is responsible for lighting the fire, and the Drug Enforcement Agency is responsible for putting out the fire. This situation can be seen everywhere in the vast South American continent. Not to deal with any agency in the United States. …

"By the way, Professor Schiller, what you said on the phone has more important information?" Kayla looked at Schiller and asked,

Schiller glanced at the door, and the black agent Leila, who was sitting on the outside, walked to the door and closed the door. Schiller took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Kayla. Kayla flipped through it, and then The complexion became solemn.

Keira handed the document to Lila, and Lila's face became darker and darker. After a while, he hammered the table and said, "These **** vampires! They should go to hell!"

Kayla lightly touched Lila with her arm, Lila noticed her gaffe, and slowly calmed her face and said, "It's not surprising that the Quinn Group will have contact with this group of drug dealers, most of the West Coast Group And they have a shady deal..."

"Although these materials have some clues, they cannot be called evidence. We need more precise evidence to bring down the Quinn Group."

"Do you really want to do this?" Schiller asked. "Even the US Drug Enforcement Administration may not be able to compete with them on this issue. The state legislature and Congress have their people..."

Speaking of this, Lila became even more angry. He said: "Raising bandits is self-respect! In order to disrupt the situation in South America, some people in Congress did not hesitate to use the rich profits of drug trafficking as bait to cultivate their own power in South American countries, resulting in Now the tail is too big to fall, and it hurts itself, it is completely self-inflicted!"

Schiller looked at Lila. Although this black man was very burly, he spoke in a succinct manner. The way he spoke was very similar to that of many professors at Gotham University, and it was different from most black people in this era.

"Professor Schiller, don't worry about it, Lila has a strong sense of responsibility for the public. He has been in this job for many years and has seen too many cruel acts by drug dealers. We hope to get evidence, but we don't know, you can Help with this?"

"The only clue I can give you is that the heir to the Quinn family disappeared for a while, but recently, he came back. Some people in the Quinn group didn't want him to come back, so they sent a killer to assassinate him. He, the killer came to the hotel and found that Little Quinn was not here, but I met the killer, and there was more than one killer."

Lila and Kayla looked at each other, Lila immediately stood up, shook hands with Schiller and said, "Thank you Professor, this is a very valuable clue, and the people of the West Coast and Mexico will not forget your kindness. ."

"We're going to get down to business now, excuse us." After that, Lila turned around and left, Kayla smiled apologetically at Schiller, and caught up with him.

Schiller sat back at the dining table, and after a while, a yellow and black figure jumped in from the balcony, Death Knell walked across from Schiller, sat down, raised his mask and began to eat.

"I didn't expect that the mercenary would need someone else to avenge him one day." Schiller said while eating.

"They have a lot of orders, but they don't tell me the situation. This is against the rules." Death Knell's voice was low and hoarse, and he couldn't tell the specific age. He said: "If everyone is like them, we will Priced down.”…

Just earlier yesterday, Death Knell came to Schiller again, hoping that he could help him deal with the Quinn family, on the grounds that the Quinn family had multiple orders, but did not tell Deathstroke.

To put it simply, while they hired Deathstroke, they also hired many other killers, and they didn't tell Deathstroke.

It can be seen that the mastermind behind the Quinn Group's idea is that among so many killers, there will always be one who can successfully kill Oliver Quinn, and once Oliver Quinn dies, the others will have no goals. The transaction is void, and you only need to pay a small deposit, which can greatly improve the success rate of the assassination.

But in the killer industry, this is a big taboo. If every employer does this, then the killer industry will definitely usher in introversion, not only to fight for the success rate of assassination, but also to fight for speed and accuracy. Price down, exploited.

"He is not the only one who came up with this method in this world. That idiot has not thought about why anyone who has used this method has no voice." Death Knell is very cautious even in ordinary chats and never uses it. Any specific words to describe his employer, even if a pronoun must be used, will not have any directivity.

"But I can't kill him directly. This is also against the rules. In this circle, if you want to have a job, you have to have a good reputation." Death Knell's voice was lowered a little bit, and it became a bit sullen.

"The CIA and the Drug Enforcement Administration are targeting the Quinn family at the same time. They will not feel well. Please remember our deal. Now, you owe me a life." Schiller put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"I'm afraid it's not just the CIA and the DEA?" Deathstroke paused, then asked.

"Kyla is a KGB, I think you should have investigated, the black guy he brought in today, if I'm not mistaken, may have been a member of the Black Panther Party, he described the Quinn group as 'vampire' The word, and also mentions the people of the West Coast and the people of Mexico, which the average American agent does not have this concept..."

Schiller tidied up his clothes and seemed to be about to leave, while Death Knell was still eating the food on the table unhurriedly. Before leaving, Schiller whispered: "America, Mexico, the Soviet Union... you feel Are there some storms coming?"

"These have nothing to do with me, I use money to kill." Death Knell's tone finally became a little fluctuating, he said: "If you want to contact me, just make the previous call, and I can kill someone for you, no matter who he is. who is it."

"I hope so." Schiller took the umbrella, left his seat blankly, and walked out of the restaurant.

Standing on the balcony of the hotel room, when the morning light shines on the sea, the golden-red waves are constantly rippling, seabirds hovering in groups over the sea, and a few occasionally land on the sea, their white wings are dyed by the morning light. into red.

The morning on the west coast was still so calm and warm, and the people playing on the beach didn’t feel anything unusual about this scene, but thousands of miles away in the Gulf of Mexico, the same bright red water had nothing to do with the sun.

The white fishing boat cut the waves and sailed slowly towards the south in the deep red sea water. In the sea water at the stern of the boat, many corpses were slowly sinking, and not only the sharks were attracted by the blood, but also Shanshan. The three of Hal who were late.

"The sharks told me that some fishermen died, most of them from the north, maybe Americans, maybe Mexicans." Arthur said in a low voice: "They were all killed by those drug dealers."

In an instant, the whole body of the fishing boat was plated with green light, and Hal stood on the bow and said in a deep voice, "Full speed up, they must pay the price!"

The fishing boat powered by the green light energy can no longer be said to be a fishing boat~www.NovelMTL.com~ Even the warships are not so fast. Along the blood, they quickly caught up with the drug dealers who made the killing.

Green Lantern dealt with ordinary people's drug dealers. It can be said that anti-aircraft guns attacked mosquitoes. Soon, the entire ship of drug dealers got the same fate as those fishermen. The sharks never left the blood-stained sea.

In the days that followed, they followed the footsteps of these drug dealers all the way, setting off a crimson turmoil in the entire Gulf of California, and all the water they passed was blood-stained red water.

And until they set foot on the land of Sinaloa, a horrific massacre appeared in front of them.

The Guadalajara group, in retaliation for the massacre of its members by an unknown enemy, has staged a massacre of up to 135 people in a village in southern Sinaloa state.

The body was thrown into the sea, dyeing the tide on the west coast of the Pacific red, and also shocked the whole world.

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