Chapter 133 Arrest Quintero!
Mexico City. Presidential residence.
Quintero was lying on the bed watching TV, looking at the "premium channel" on it, his eyes shining brightly.
The face is red, of course, this is "shy".
Carlos was on fire, and now he was fighting fires everywhere without being seen in person. This made Quintero, who was still planning to rejuvenate his career, very anxious.
My girlfriend is not around.
In addition, this is an official residence after all, so it is not convenient to recruit prostitutes. Otherwise... where would the ancestral craftsmanship be needed?
Just as he was about to arrive, the phone on the bedside table rang.
It directly interrupted his interest.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Quintero looked ugly and cursed a few words, but his private phone number was re-registered after jailbreaking, and not many people knew about it.
There must be something important to find yourself.
He took his hands out of the quilt, propped himself up, and picked up the phone. As soon as he connected, a seductive voice sounded from the other side, "Papá! (Dad)!"
"Lyanna?" Quintero trembled.
"Could it be...that you can't recognize my voice? Or is there another woman calling you that?"
Quintero yelled, "Where are you?"
"I'm on a business trip in Mexico City. Do you want to come out? I brought your favorite stockings."
Quintero sat up immediately upon hearing this. The old pervert swallowed his saliva, but he was still cautious. After all, he had been caught, so he had to be careful.
"How did you come back to Mexico City?"
Leanna looked at the prepared draft and said, "The company has some business here that needs to be handed over. I may have to be transferred to Mexico City."
"Didn't I want to see you as soon as I came here?"
Lyanna smiled and lowered her voice, "And...don't you want to rip my clothes off? Room 303 of the Praia Hotel."
That's not bad.
Even dog authors can’t stand it.
Quintero had long been suffocated in the mansion and went crazy, so he replied, "I'll come right away!"
Then I got up and quickly put on my pants, looked at my underwear, put on woolen wool, and then just put on jeans, which would be more convenient then.
When he was going out, he happened to meet Carlos' secretary Ajit. The other party saw him wearing an orange shirt, sunglasses, and leather shoes. He had a look on his face and was startled. "Are you ready to go out? Mr. Quintero ”
"Going to meet an old friend."
Ajit hesitated for a moment, "Your status is a bit special, so it's best not to run around."
Quintero had long been tired of hearing such words. He was a drug dealer himself and frowned, "Ajit, I am a human being, not an animal. I need to relax after being locked up here for a long time. Don't worry, I won't cause trouble."
"If I stay here, what's the difference between staying in prison?"
Ajit heard the same thing, "Then please come back as soon as possible."
Quintero waved his hand, "Soon."
If he doesn't do three shots today, he really won't come back.
Lyanna hung up the phone and looked at the two men in front of her, "Say...that's it. When can you let me go?"
"Soon, wait until we catch Quintero."
One of them suddenly approached Lyanna as he spoke, his eyes flat, "Miss Lyanna, you won't lie to us, right?"
His eyes and tone sounded gentle, but... he just couldn't help but make people shiver.
"No...no way."
"Thank you for your cooperation."
After Leanna was taken away, they reported the news to their colleagues in Mexico City.
Hopefully they catch Quintero.
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Quintero speeds down the street in his flashy red convertible Ferrari, with Elvis Presley's classic "Can't Help Falling In Love" playing on the stereo, unlike the old-school Gallardo.
He likes the atmosphere in Europe and the United States very much, and has been to the United States more than once to attend concerts. According to current terms, he has a relatively strong ability to accept music.
Red light ahead.
Someone happened to be walking across the zebra crossing.
Quintero drove past without even bothering to stop, scaring the passersby who screamed and kept greeting his mother from behind.
Drug dealers are so arrogant.
He didn't get out of the car and kill the other person. He knew how to keep a low profile now.
呲
A smart car parked directly in front of the Praia Hotel. The security guard outside the door knew that the car was worth a lot of money and did not dare to come up. He could only watch Quintero go upstairs.
The security guard could only sigh.
Humming a little tune, Quintero was so anxious that he didn't even bother to wait for the elevator. He just ran up in three steps and two steps. In front of the woman, everything was in vain.
302…
303!
He looked up at the door number, smiled, and knocked on the door, but the door opened by itself.
Although it was strange, Quintero didn't pay attention. As soon as he walked in, he saw a figure rushing out of the door, covering his mouth and pushing him to the ground with his backhand.
Then three or four people ran out of the toilet. Some injected him with anesthetic and others tied him up.
Quintero's glasses widened and he whined.
"Be graceful and don't kill him."
Ethan Hunt chewed gum, looked at Quintero who looked sleepy, smiled and patted his face, "Sir, just take a nap, and you can arrive in Baja California in the afternoon."
Quintero didn't know who the other party was, but he knew he had fallen into a trap!
That bitch betrayed himself.
He must sell her to Africa.
Quintero cursed in his heart, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and finally went completely black.
At this time, a clanging sound came from the corridor.
A man wearing a janitor's uniform and a mask pushed a cart over, stopped at the door, looked around, knocked on the door, and pushed it in. The agents stuffed Quintero inside.
"Put a pillow for him to make him sleep more comfortable." Ethan Hunter was still very considerate.
A group of people left in batches.
"Hi!"
Just as the cleaner was about to leave, suddenly a door not far away opened and a man waved, "Come here and help me pack my things."
The cleaner looked at the other person, nodded and walked into the room. He came out about twenty or thirty seconds later. When he closed the door, he saw the man lying on the bed, still covered with a quilt.
It's good to be young, just fall asleep.
The best way to deal with trouble is to deal with people who are numb.
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7 p.m.
Carlos was tired after a busy day and was preparing for dinner.
It took him a lot of effort to suppress the scandal, and it cost the Salinas family a lot, and he couldn't swallow it.
"Where's Quintero?"
While munching on the steak, Carlos suddenly asked.
Secretary Ajit was startled and said, "I'll call him."
He hurriedly ran to Quintero's room, but there was no one inside. He suddenly felt bad and hurriedly asked the security guard at the entrance of the mansion, who said that he had not come back at all.
Ajit's heart suddenly sank and he felt dizzy. He hurried back to see Carlos and said in a bitter tone, "Sir, Quintero...is missing!"
"What? How come you're missing?"
"He said he was going out to meet acquaintances today. I was very busy in the afternoon and asked a lot of questions, but he said he would come back, but he hasn't seen anyone yet."
"Go find it! Bastard! Find them all for me!"
Carlos was going crazy. He told that idiot so many times not to run around, but he just didn't listen. Now it's fine, everyone is gone.
Secretary Ajit also looked ugly.
Looking at the steak in his hand, Carlos threw it aside with a solemn expression.
Quintero…
This was a bomb. He was the one causing trouble when he was released from prison. The Yankees didn't even know he was in his official residence. And shortly after Raul's accident, he also disappeared.
if…
He appeared in American hands.
Carlos shuddered.
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