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But Alex didn’t care about this. His goal was to land in the enemy compound’s barrier and kick down the door. There was one objective with this attack: kill everyone, kill the leader of the gulf cartel, kill his family, kill his lieutenants, kill his soldiers, hell even kill his kitchen staff.

This was an attack that the Gulf Cartel was not expecting, and the Zetas had deployed every hitman they could find to wage it. Not to mention a few poor strangers they kidnapped on the streets, hopped up on meth, and handed an AK for the sake of soaking up bullets.

Was it moral? Absolutely not. Did Alex care at this moment? Fuck no, he was too high to care about anything. His teeth were chattering as a bullet whipped past his face, causing him to aim down his 3x magnifier and holographic sight combination where he squeezed the trigger sending a burst of lead down range and towards the source of the gunfire.

Nimbly dodging the machine gun fire, and rocket-propelled grenades the helicopter landed exactly where they planned where without a single regard for his safety Alex rushed through gunfire and towards cover.

After hiding behind a brick planter, Alex fired a few gunshots towards the enemy, who popped their heads out of cover to return fire every few seconds. As the gunshots narrowly missed Alex’s own face, he sent his own projectiles down range, tearing through the skulls of his opponent.

And then there was a click. His magazine was empty. Without hesitation, Alex pulled out a spare magazine and hit the mag release from it, before using his fresh magazine to force the empty one out of the magazine well. He then replaced it with his current magazine before pulling back the charging handle and letting it fly.

Once a fresh round was seated in the chamber, Alex vaulted over his cover, regarding life and death as he charged towards the enemy’s static position firing as he closed the gap between him and his opponents.

Meanwhile, the machine gunner in his unit laid down suppressing fire. Which kept the enemy’s heads down long enough for Alex to close the gap where he put four rounds in each of their chests before stacking up to the door.

Alex reloaded his magazine again while the breacher in his unit approached the door and blew out the locks with a slug. Once this was the case, Alex moved the man aside as he forcefully kicked the door open, laying down a spray of fire towards the men who were standing on the other side of the door.

When one did not care about collateral damage, it was much easier to wage war. And that was exactly what Alex was doing, shooting everything that moved as he led his death squad through the mansion floor by floor, sweeping and killing every man he came across. By the time thirty minutes had passed, the compound was lit aflame, and the bodies of the dead were stacked in the courtyard.

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La Madre was not surprised that Alex had stormed the headquarters of the Gulf Cartel and accomplished the job. The man showed an unusual ability to engage in violence. And when he was hopped up on cocaine, he was practically the avatar of the god of war.

This had already been previously demonstrated in the missions Alex had already undertaken. Because of this, La Madre had all the faith in the world that Alex would succeed in his objective. Thus, when she received a phone call telling her that the majority of the Gulf Cartel’s leaders were wiped out in the single attack that was conducted while they were celebrating a holiday. The veteran Drug Queen sent out a message to the surviving lieutenants.

“Either you lay down your arms and join the ranks of the Zetas, surrounding your surviving territory and assets. Or we will hunt you to the ends of the earth.”

Needless to say the surviving leaders of the Gulf Cartel turned traitor the moment they heard the fearsome milf’s demand. And thus, in a single surgical strike which occurred over the span of a single night, the mighty Gulf Cartel which had been operating for decades came to an end.

The surviving Sicarios of the Gulf Cartel flocked to the ranks of the Zetas. Giving more men and resources at La Madre’s disposal. Now that the Gulf Cartel was taken care of, the beautiful drug queen turned her focus elsewhere. To the already collapsing Sinoloa Cartel. If she could take out what remained of their leadership and seize their assets then maybe they too would crumble as quickly as the Gulf Cartel had.

Regardless, the next target had been set, and all that was left was for Selena to make use of her most valuable weapon. But Alex would not be undertaking this next mission alone. Instead, the beautiful African Assassin was currently getting dressed in her tactical equipment, while La Madre drank a glass of the most expensive wine in the world.

There was a cold and callous expression on Amahle’s face as she finished putting on her chest rig, which sat beneath her large breasts. Her words were equally stoic as she re-uttered the command that La Madre had just given her moments prior.

“I understand the objective of my mission… If Alex goes rogue, or learns the truth about how his identity was leaked… He will be eliminated…”

La Madre smirked when she heard this, swallowing down the rest of the wine in her glass, before responding to Amahle’s statement with an almost insidious tone in her otherwise alluring voice.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that…”