Chapter 133 Arrest Quintero!
Mexico City. Presidential residence.
Quintero was lying on the bed watching TV, looking at the "paid channels" on it, his eyes shining brightly.
The face is red, of course, this is "shy".
Carlos is on fire, and now he is fighting fires everywhere without being seen in person. This makes Quintero, who is 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 we were about to arrive, the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.
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 hand 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 hear my voice? Or is there another woman calling you that."
Quintero laughed, "Where are you?"< br>
"I'm on a business trip in Mexico City, you... want to come out? I brought your favorite stockings."
Quintero sat up immediately after hearing this. The old pervert swallowed his saliva, but still Be very cautious. After all, you have been caught, so you have to be careful.
"Why are you coming back to Mexico City?"
Leanna looked at the prepared draft, "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?”
Leanna smiled and lowered her voice, "And...don't you want to rip my clothes off? Room 303 of the Playa Hotel."
That's not bad.
Dog authors can’t stand it.
Quintero had been suffocated in the mansion for a long time, and he replied, "I'll come right away!"
Then he got up and quickly put on his pants, looked at his underwear, and put them on Wool, just put on jeans, it will be more convenient when the time comes.
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 ."
"Go meet an old friend."
Ajit hesitated, "Your status is a bit special, it's best not to run around."
Jin. Trot 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."< br>
“If I stay here all the time, 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."
He really didn't want to do a threesome today. return.
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, when we catch Quintero .”
One of them suddenly approached Lyanna as he spoke, his eyes flat, "Miss Lyanna, you won't lie to us, right?"
Both the eyes and the tone sounded gentle, but... just tolerant It can't help but make people shiver.
"No...no."
"Thank you for your cooperation."
After Leanna was taken away, they reported the news to Mexico City colleagues.
Hopefully they catch Quintero.
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Quintero drove his stylish red convertible Ferrari speeding down the street, and Elvis Presley's classic "Can't Help Falling In Love" was playing on the stereo, just like the old Gallardo has a different style.
He likes the European and American atmosphere very much. He has been to the United States more than once to attend concerts. According to current terms, he has a relatively strong receptive ability.
Red light ahead.
Someone happened to be walking across the zebra crossing.
Quintero didn’t bother to park, so he drove right past, 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 cool parking lot was blocked 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 look at Jin. Trot went 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 care. 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.
Immediately afterwards, three or four people ran out of the toilet. Some injected him with anesthesia and others tied him up.
Quintero stared at his glasses and whined.
"Be elegant 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."< br>
Quintero didn’t know who the other party was, but he knew that he had fallen into a trap!
That bitch betrayed herself.
I must sell her to Africa.
Quintero cursed in his heart, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and finally it went completely black.
At this time, a clanking sound came from the corridor.
A man in janitor clothes and a mask came pushing a cart, stopped at the door, looked around, knocked on the door, pushed it in, and the agents stuffed Quintero in in.
"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, and when he closed the door, he saw the man lying on the bed, still covered with a quilt.
Young is good, just fall asleep.
The best way to solve trouble is to solve numbness.
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7 p.m.
After a busy day, Carlos was tired and preparing for dinner.
He spent a lot of effort to suppress the scandal, and the Salinas family paid a lot of price, and he couldn't swallow this breath.
“Where’s Quintero?”
While chewing steak, Carlos suddenly asked.
Secretary Ajit was startled, "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 official residence, who said he Didn't come back at all.
Ajit's heart suddenly sank, and he felt dizzy. He hurried back to see Carlos, with a bitter tone, "Sir, Quintero...is missing!"
"What? Why is he missing? "
"He said he was going out to meet an acquaintance today. I was very busy in the afternoon and asked many questions, but he said he would come back, but he hasn't seen anyone yet. "
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"Look! Bastard! Find them all for me!"
Carlos is going crazy. He has told that idiot so many times not to run around but he just doesn't listen. Now it's better and no one is there. .
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 that he was in his official residence. Shortly after Raul's accident, he also disappeared.
What if...
He appears in American hands.
Carlos shuddered.
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(End of this chapter)