The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 9 I Almost Made the Right Bet

A speedboat sped through the darkness.

Under the cover of night, no one noticed this little gadget.

Xiao Rui looked at the stars not far away and asked curiously, "Where is that?"

"Panama City is the financial center of Central America." Wang Fugui explained at the bow, "It meets all your fantasies about big cities, and the prices are very cheap. I went there once, and a five-star hotel only cost one hundred dollars."

"Then us"

"Don't even think about it." Wang Fugui took a sip from a can of beer and said, "The inspection of illegal immigrants there is very strict. If you are caught, all the suffering you have endured along the way will be in vain."

As the words fell, the speedboat had silently passed under a bridge.

Wang Fugui glanced at everyone and asked, "Do you know where that is?"

Xiao Rui and the others shook their heads.

"Century Bridge." Wang Fugui said, and suddenly raised the beer in his hand and shouted: "Celebrate, everyone, welcome to North America. Through the Panama Canal, we can reach Costa Rica, where you can briefly, remember, briefly experience the meaning of the word safety."

Many people had smiles on their faces.

Xiu Nuo's expression did not change. In fact, he was alone in a place at this time, with his eyes closed, silently refining his essence, blood, and soul.

There was one person who didn't laugh, and that was Zhang Wenxuan.

Because he paid more than just his share to get to this position.

Wang Fugui told him that he only had group tickets, no individual tickets.

And he needed to pay for the tickets for four people.

Including Xiunuo's.

When he asked the reason, Wang Fugui simply told him that he never engaged in forced buying or selling, he was not going to force a sale, and Zhang Wenxuan was not qualified to force a sale.

In the end, Zhang Wenxuan agreed.

He had no choice. In such a place, the law was worthless and morality was a joke. He did guess that the disappearance of the drug dealer, the safe return of Xiu Nuo and the two women, and the guide who was obviously in a hurry and followed the process faster than his internal documents, all pointed to one reason.

This guide is running for his life!

The only thing he didn't understand now was the kind-hearted Xiu Nuo.

Who is this guy and what has he done?
Rain forest.

A team surrounded the makeshift camp.

The leader was an old Mexican with a scar on his brow. He was squatting in front of the old Mexican's dried corpse, with an indescribably solemn expression.

There was a white man standing next to him. He was wearing trousers and a shirt, which made him look out of place in the rain forest.

Moreover, the white man covered his mouth with his hands at this time, and the disgust on his face was not concealed at all. But in such a team, this undisguised disgust proved that this person was not afraid of the drug dealers in front of him at all.

An old Mexican came over and whispered, "Boss, the guns and money are gone. They have been out for a week, and the surrounding trees are full of bullet holes. They must have been attacked and have been dead for a long time."

Scarred Mo stood up and looked at everyone fiercely: "Tell those people! Either hand over the murderer to my brother to pay for his life! Or, prove that they didn't do it, otherwise, I will not let any of them go! Every single one!" The white man next to him burst out laughing when he heard this.

Scarface looked at the white man and said through gritted teeth, "Joe Nurse, you'd better give me an explanation, an explanation that won't make me explode on the spot!"

"Hey, calm down Mr. Diego." Jonas quickly waved his hand and said, "I'm just here to do business with you, right? And, you don't really believe what your stupid subordinate said, do you?"

Seeing Diego's unfriendly expression, Jonas showed a trace of surprise on his face: "Do you really think that you, a brother who came out to collect money, was robbed by your peers and lost your life here? And then you became like this?"

Diego's face flashed with pain and regret: "He always wanted to prove himself! It was me who didn't notice the emotions of my family that harmed him."

"Oh, damn those Mexican lumberjacks," Jonas said, and then he immediately explained, "I'm not mocking your faith, Diego. I'm just telling you not to let your sadness get to your head. Can you look at them? Look!"

Diego stared at Jonas, "I don't like beating around the bush, Joe. I'll give you ten seconds. Ten seconds to tell me how I can avoid killing you, the bastard who mocked my family!"

"Ok, how many seconds are left? Seven seconds? Then hurry up and see what they look like now! They are mummies! Mummies, you know? This is a rain forest! If they died here, their bodies should be rotten and smelly, not mummies like the dead in the desert! The nearest desert to Dallion is the Chihuahuan Desert in Mexico, thousands of kilometers away! Do you understand what this means?"

Diego was slightly stunned: "Didn't they die here?"

“Isn’t it obvious? Damn, didn’t you learn in grade school and high school that the human body is 70 percent water?” Jonas shook his head. “And didn’t you notice?”

"what?"

“Blood!” Jonas sighed. “There are bullet holes on their bodies, but what about the blood around them? Damn, those bullet holes are enough to dye the whole area red. This is a rain forest, the blood won’t disappear that quickly.”

"Someone killed them and brought them here, disguising them as an ambush." ​​Jonas looked at Diego: "So, has your dear brother been home recently?"

Diego shook his head: "We have always been doing business here."

"That's weird." Jonas squatted down and looked at the corpses in confusion. "This is obviously what happens when someone dies in an extremely dry place. There are no such conditions for corpses to form within thousands of kilometers. Could they have been thrown into an oven? That shouldn't be the case."

Jonas said, looking at Diego: "What is your place for? Damn it, I'm just here to talk to you about the distribution of goods, not to help you solve the case. So you'd better tell me."

"Tolls." Diego replied, "This is where tolls are collected from illegal immigrants who want to enter the United States. Joe, if you can help me find the murderer who killed my brother, I can give you a little more profit!"

"Wow, I love the Mexican family so much. At the same time, let's mourn for those poor illegal immigrants. Okay, the silence is over. Now let's talk about solving the case."

Jonas stood up. "I must admit that I may be a little powerless in finding the murderer, but believe me, I really want you to give up that profit, but these people are too weird."

"Can you explain it more clearly, Joe Nas?" Diego said, looking at Jonas's expression, and immediately understood: "I understand. If you can provide useful clues, I can give you 0.5."

"Of course." Jonas pointed to the bodies on the ground. "They are intact, aren't they? Oh, Diego, put away your impatient expression. You are a famous supplier on this road. Tell me, how long can a body exist in the rain forest? I mean intact!"

"They won't be here for long. The smell of blood will attract people." Diego stopped talking halfway. He looked at Jonas and said, "You mean, they were just thrown here?"

"Obviously, that's the case. Or rather, the mummies have prevented the animals here from finding them for the time being. But believe me, it will definitely take no more than 24 hours. So, can we find the group of illegal immigrants?"

Diego's face instantly turned unhappy. "They are a bunch of wimps, wimps as soft as can be. If it weren't for long-term income, they wouldn't dare to resist even if I sucked every drop of their blood. They can't be the murderer."

"But they must know something." Jonas spread his hands. "For example, the movement, such as seeing who has been here. When I came here, I saw traces of people walking not far away. They must know something when they are so close."

"So, Diego, mobilize your connections and find those damned stowaways! After you get the information you want, fulfill your promise!"

(End of this chapter)