Starting from South America, speeding through the world

Chapter 297 Big Chicken Garden

Los Mochis, Sinaloa.

The July sun was very hot, and the light was so bright that people squinted.

The two were crammed into an inconspicuous silver-gray pickup truck.

There weren't many cars on the main road.

Occasionally, a dilapidated bus would slowly drive by.

The cracks on the bulletproof glass spread like a spider web.

Most of the low-rise shops along the street have corrugated iron roofs and plastic chairs placed in front of them.

Several middle-aged men sat around, lazily observing the commotion on the road.

Not far away, an overpass spans the view, with slogans layered on the concrete pillars.

Jim rested his right hand on the steering wheel and flicked cigarette ash out the window.

"So, you really didn't watch a single piece of the news?"

The air conditioner was blowing out cool air that smelled of gasoline, but the air was still unbearably hot and humid.

Zhou Yi leaned back in his chair, took a drag of his cigarette, and then barely mustered the energy to continue the conversation.

"I've been in the Central African Republic for the past few weeks, and that place is like a ghost town."

"A hunting trip?" Jim raised an eyebrow.

Zhou Yi smirked: "Yes, hunting trips, the stupid things rich people do."

Jim laughed when he heard this, "Doing fucking 'rich people's stupid things'."

"This world is always full of all sorts of 'stupid things done by rich people'."

"Take this time for example."

The pickup truck lurched over the speed bump.

The street scene ahead changed to a repair shop with a roller shutter door.

Several young men were peeking out and talking, turning wrenches in their hands.

"The Sinaloa Cartel?" Zhou Yi became interested and stubbed out his cigarette.

“Of course,” Jim nodded. “This incident has caused quite a stir.”

“It’s all over the news—Vicente Zambada Nefra.”

"El Mayo's son was arrested three years ago, and the trial has only recently begun."

"This bastard cooperated fully throughout the process in order to get a reduced sentence, and he revealed a bunch of inside stories."

At this point, he made a throwing motion.

“Millions of dollars in bribes are given every month, and the entire Mexican government is involved.”

"Most importantly, it also mentions some gentlemen in Washington."

Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes. "Some people are very happy, and some people are very unlucky."

“That’s right.” Jim snapped his fingers excitedly.

"Especially some old guys in the intelligence circle, they've completely lost face."

"You know these people too, you can't fight them, but you can't swallow this insult."

"so?"

"So, we'll find someone to do some dirty work and cause trouble for the Kuliakhan people."

He jerked the steering wheel, and the pickup truck circled the intersection, passing a broken wall painted with slogans.

"It would be best to make a big scene, kill a few important people, the more chaotic the better."

"It will allow the media to write another bullshit headline like 'Drug Cartel Out of Control'."

Jim took one last deep drag and threw the cigarette butt away.

"The prize money is capped at one million."

"The upper limit?" Zhou Yi asked.

"Yes, you get paid if you do well, and you don't get paid if you don't. It's simple and straightforward."

What about logistical support?

"logistics?"

Jim slammed on the brakes and stopped the pickup truck, then pointed to the right.

"Perfect timing, look over there—"

Looking in that direction, Zhou Yi saw a two-story building with a pink exterior.

The awning downstairs has a slightly faded "Bar y Chicas" printed on it.

There were three motorcycles and two cars parked at the entrance.

A woman in a sundress is squatting on the ground smoking.

Her legs were spread wide apart, revealing the entire view.

Zhou Yi's expression suddenly became somewhat strange.

"Are you planning to find informants in a brothel?"

Jim shook his head.

“This is an armory,” he corrected seriously.

"An armory hidden in a brothel?" Zhou Yi tucked the pistol into his waistband.

“Mexico, huh?” Jim pushed open the car door and got out first.

"Just think of it as a Hamptons woman's clearance sale for the season."

"Anyway, my dad, who lives in a mansion, is rich and willing to pay for everything." The air conditioning in the room was blasting, mixed with the smell of cheap perfume and alcohol.

More scantily clad women were sitting at the bar.

Two locals are rolling dice, while another is napping on a sofa.

Jim walked straight to the bar.

A stout, middle-aged man wearing a gold chain came forward to greet them.

After a brief greeting in English, I led them through the narrow corridor.

At the end, there was a hidden door, its edges stained with dark red dirt.

It's impossible to tell whether it's rust or bloodstains.

The man reached out and knocked twice on the door, saying something in Spanish.

Soon, the sound of a bolt sliding open could be heard from inside.

Zhou Yi stopped outside and immediately noticed the plastic gun cases stacked against the wall.

AKMs and M4A1s were mixed together, and some even had optical lenses installed.

Further inside, several RPG-7s and two M72 LAWs were hanging on the iron rack.

There were even two old M3 Carl Gustaf recoilless rifles.

The paint has peeled off, revealing the metal underneath.

Precision sniper rifles were displayed on the wooden rack on the opposite side.

The stock was covered with tape, and some parts were painted with the Mexican flag.

It looked as if it had just been pulled straight from an army ammunition depot.

Ammunition boxes were piled on the table, with bags of blank ammunition and tear gas mixed in.

In the corner, vests, bulletproof plates, night vision goggles, and radios were piled up almost like a small mountain.

Most of them are second-hand, and some even have dents from being hit.

It was most likely pulled directly from a dead person.

Zhou Yi frowned slightly, bent down, picked up an M4, and began to examine it.

"What are these?" Jim clapped his hands.

The obese man grinned. "Of course, everything here."

Even the girls here?

"Including the girls here."

Jim shrugged, grabbed a handful of bullets from the ammunition box, and rummaged through them.

"Okay, then I'll have two of each."

The man's smile froze.

A moment later, he asked incredulously in broken English:

"Two of each? Are you planning to play guerrilla warfare with the military and police?"

“Let me put it this way,” Jim paused for a moment, “the military and police won’t be a problem.”

“The dead are mankind’s best friends,” Zhou Yi added at the opportune moment.

The room fell into dead silence.

It took the man a while to realize that this was a lame joke.

So he scratched his head awkwardly.

He left with the words "Take your time choosing" and turned to leave with his staff.

The door closed, and the surroundings became quiet, with only the hum of the fluorescent lights remaining.

Zhou Yi took out a Barrett 82A1.

He felt that familiar weight and let out a long sigh.

"What? You have some ideas?" Jim asked with interest.

"of course."

"what's the plan?"

"Start with the most difficult part."

"That is to say——"

"Take down El Mayo first, then deal with the other minor characters."

"What's that saying again? 'The son pays for the father's debts, or the father pays for the son's debts?'"

Jim couldn't help but whistle.

"That's arrogant enough, I like it."

"The problem is, how do we find him?"

"That guy is elusive; nobody can be sure where he's hiding."

"You're planning to start with his subordinates?"

"A child? A trusted confidant? Or one of those corrupt cops who take money to do their jobs?"

Zhou Yi stared at the gun in his hand and smiled: "No, that's too slow."

"I have a more efficient way."

　The Sinaloa Cartel was one of Mexico's largest and most influential drug trafficking organizations, controlling drug markets in North America and parts of the world. Its top leadership was long controlled by a few key figures, one of whom was El Mayo (Ismael "El Mayo" Zambada), who was active from 1980 until his arrest in 2024.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)