Chapter 55 - The Mexican Connection
Alejandro kissed Elena and Mateo goodbye at dawn, flying out on a private jet under a fake registry. He landed in a small, private airstrip in the dense jungles of southern Mexico.
He wasn't fighting a war; he was executing a surgical strike.
He met with a local informant, an old friend from his days in the slums named Hector. They sat in a dimly lit cantina near the port.
"Vargas is untouchable down here, Alejandro," Hector warned, sipping his tequila. "He lives in a fortified hacienda in the mountains. He has a hundred armed guards, attack dogs, and half the local police on his payroll."
"I don't need to fight his army," Alejandro said, sliding a thick envelope of cash across the table. "I just need you to get me inside the walls. I need the blueprints to the hacienda's underground tunnels."
Hector sighed, taking the envelope.
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"You always were crazy. The old smuggling tunnels haven't been used in years, but they lead directly to the wine cellar beneath his main office."
"That's all I need."
