Edith Gonzalez said: "I don't know, but I know the richest Chinese family in Mexico is the Lei family, the richest Chinese is Lei Huawen, and I am familiar with the Lei family's situation."
"Oh, tell me about this Lei family."
Nan Yi already knew from reading the information that there was a Lei family in Mexico. By listening to what Edith Gonzalez said, he could understand more about them.
"A long time ago, around 1900, not long after Lei Huawen's father Lei Qian was born, his parents took him away from Guangdong Province to our port of Culiacan to make a living. After staying there for a few years, they returned to China.
One day in 1911, Lei Qian, who was studying at the time, ran away from home because of a quarrel with his parents. He ran to the dock and jumped onto a ship that was about to go sailing. He thought he would drift out for a week or two and go home when his anger subsided. Unexpectedly, the ship kept sailing out, obviously going on a long voyage.
On the ship, the penniless teenager was unable to do heavy work. When passing through the docks of Japan, Canada and San Francisco, the captain tried to drive him away several times, but because he had no work contract, he was denied entry into many places.
At the last stop, he drifted to the port of Culiacan in Mexico. Lei Qian, who had run away from home, unexpectedly returned to the place where his parents once struggled.
At that time, there were many Chinese seafarers in many ports in the Pacific Ocean in Mexico. Lei Qian met a Chinese couple named Peng, who not only took him in, but also found a Spanish teacher for him. Lei Qian worked in the Peng family's small shop while learning the language, and soon integrated into local life.
In 1918, the 18-year-old Regan met a general named Obregon by chance. At that time, the Mexican Civil War was in short supply of food and grass, and the shrewd and capable Regan managed to help Obregon buy the food and grass needed for his horses.
After the war ended in 1920, Obregón became the president of Mexico and invited Regan to work with him in Mexico City. However, Regan declined the offer but offered to allow him to exclusively supply food and horse feed to Mexican soldiers along the Pacific coast. It was this supply right that enabled Regan to earn his first pot of gold in Mexico.
In the late 1930s, Lei Qian moved to Dasikou, a city famous for the production and processing of gold and silver wares. Lei Qian built a small smelting furnace to process gold and silver wares and made a lot of money.
By 1954, the Lei family had become very wealthy. However, this year, one of Lei Qian's best friends swindled the family of all their wealth, and Lei Qian had to start all over again.
The Lei family moved again and returned to Culiacan. Lei Qian bought a grocery store at the cheapest price and continued to run it, gradually expanding it. Lei Qian's six sons, three daughters, and grandchildren who were born later were all "employees" of the Lei family's original family-run shop.
The grocery store that the family relied on for survival had a storefront with a wide variety of goods in the front, and a workshop in the back and upstairs. After school, the children had to join in the folding of paper bags and wrapping sugar, and even stay up late to work overtime.
The whole family worked together, especially with the sons joining in and working hard, by the time Lei Qian passed away in 1969, the Lei family already owned several department stores, marking the first step in the Lei family's creation of a department store empire.
Today, after three generations of hard work, the Lei family has more than 100 chain department stores in Mexico, becoming one of the top three supermarket chains and department store groups in Mexico. The family business has diversified into commerce, ranching, logistics, tourism, real estate and other fields.
"Edis, why do you know so much about the Lei family?"
Edith Gonzalez replied, "I am from Culiacán and my father has worked for the Ray family since he was a teenager."
"Oh, is that so?" Nan Yi nodded, pointed to a cold drink shop on the side of the road that looked like a Hong Kong-style milk tea shop and said, "Are you thirsty? I'll buy you a drink."
"If possible, I would prefer a bottle of Sol."
Nan Yi deliberately turned his left hand, pretending to check the time, "Oh, it's still too early. After dinner, I'll invite you to the bar and you can drink to your heart's content."
"OK."
Nan Yi and his companion entered the milk tea shop and ordered two servings of milk tea with lots of ice. After drinking half a cup, they felt better from the heat. Nan Yi found a thermometer on the wall and converted Fahrenheit to Celsius. The temperature in the air-conditioned shop was a little over 29 degrees. In comparison, the temperature outside was at least 40 degrees.
Not to mention the surface temperature, there are very few green plants in Mexicali. Looking down from the air, the ground is earthy yellow everywhere. You have to be very careful when frying eggs on the road. You can't fry them for too long. You have to serve them up within three to five seconds, otherwise you will end up with burnt eggs.
After drinking a cup of milk tea, the heat on Nan Yi's body had dissipated. After feeling cool, he started the topic again, "Edis, do you run this route often?"
Edith Gonzalez put down the T-shirt he had lifted up to the hillside to cool off when he entered the store. "Yes, but I go to Tijuana more often. The weather over there is cooler, and there are more casinos than here. The north of the city is close to San Diego. Americans from California and several nearby states will drive to Tijuana by themselves to enjoy gambling, women, drugs, and complete freedom."
"Is there anything more exciting?"
Edith Gonzalez: "What do you mean?"
"Killing game, animals and animals, animals and people, people and people."
Edith Gonzalez hesitated and said, "I once heard from a client that there is a game of Russian roulette in Mexicali where two players put one or two bullets in their revolvers and take turns pulling the trigger against their temples. The guests bet on who will win, and the player who survives can get a considerable bonus."
"What about the dead one? He can't get a penny?"
Edith Gonzalez shook his head, "Not sure."
"Oh, I heard it's very dangerous to go out after 7pm in Mexico. Is that true?"
Edith Gonzalez shook his head again. “That’s just a prejudiced statement by foreigners against Mexico. Although it’s very chaotic here in Mexico, it doesn’t affect normal life that much. If someone is lucky enough not to be robbed here, then he must have a very unlucky friend.
It is actually not correct to say that Mexico has good or bad public security. Violence exists all the time, but it has little to do with ordinary people.
Someone once asked me if every Mexican is a drug dealer. She asked this question because she had watched too many crime movies. In fact, in cities where there are more drug dealers, the locals don’t hate them too much.
"Why? Drug dealers won't bother ordinary people, or provide job opportunities for the poor?"
Edith Gonzalez: "Yes, drug dealers will provide job opportunities for the poor, such as planting and picking drugs, etc. This is one point. Another point is that drug dealers have their own world, which has little to do with ordinary people. Their drugs are sold to the United States, so not many local people are harmed.
In comparison, the Mexican civilians hate the corrupt government more. The officials are greedy and do nothing, which makes the people fall into a difficult situation. If I can have a better life in Mexico, I will not choose to go to the United States. "
Nan Yi nodded and said without comment: "I understand."
Perhaps because she felt Nan Yi's approachability, Edith Gonzalez spoke more and more easily. She asked what she had been holding in her mouth for a while, "Mr. Adam, you didn't come to Mexicali to vacation or indulge yourself, right?"
"Not really. I came here for business investigation. If the business environment here is okay, I will invest here."
“Industry or agriculture?”
"My main business is agricultural investment, and I'm also slightly involved in industry." Nan Yi said ambiguously.
"Can I ask why you're paying me so much? Being a tour guide and translator doesn't require $50,000." Edith Gonzalez spread his hands. "You also made it clear that you don't need me to sleep with you. I don't quite understand."
"Ah, this, I should be the kind of foreigner you mentioned who is prejudiced against Mexico's public security. I am more careful in my work. Business investigations are not just about walking around and taking a look at a few places. I will go deep into the lives of the locals in Mexicali to experience it, and I may go to some more dangerous places.
When I was in your company, I chose you because your name is Edith Gonzalez, and because you are pretty, and because you are about the same height as me, and your figure is more…"
Nan Yi gestured with his hands and said, "I don't have the right words to describe it. You should understand what I mean."
"fat?"
Nan Yi shook his head, "You are not fat, perhaps it is more appropriate to describe you as plump. Let me put it this way, your height and figure are very suitable for blocking bullets for me. If I have to go to a more dangerous place, I will let you wear a bulletproof vest. If unfortunately we encounter a gunfight, I will hide behind you.
But you can rest assured, I will not push you out to block the bullets. As you can see, there are many bodyguards following us, but these are not all, there are more in the dark."
Edith Gonzalez smiled. "So, $50,000 is my life salary?"
"No, it's just insurance. If the bullet can hit you, then I'm already in danger. I'm a coward, afraid of death and the sound of gunfire. If someone shoots at a close distance from me, I'll be scared to the point of peeing my pants... Don't laugh, I really will pee my pants.
So, you don't have to worry too much. I'm doing a legitimate business, and I'm timid, so the probability of encountering danger is not too high. For you, this trip is your gold rush.
By the way, have you thought about how to spend $50,000?
"I haven't decided yet. I might buy a house or use it for investment."
Fifty thousand dollars is a huge sum of money for ordinary people. There are very few American families that can pay this amount at once. Its purchasing power is quite good. In a slightly remote area in the suburbs of New York, you can buy a wooden villa in full and even have some money left over to do some renovation and buy some furniture.
"Investment? Stocks or funds?"
"Investing in a business could be a restaurant or a laundry. I think it's a good idea to open a laundry specializing in high-end clothing in a wealthy area." Edith Gonzalez said, "I can charge $10 or $20 for cleaning a high-end suit. In addition to cleaning, I can also provide maintenance services for leather shoes and leather clothes."
"It's a good idea, but it's difficult to implement. It takes a long time to build your reputation and make your wealthy potential customers trust you."
Before Nan Yi finished speaking, three white teenagers appeared at the door of the milk tea shop. Two of them stood outside the door, and one of them walked straight to the table where Nan Yi and his friend were sitting and shouted at Nan Yi, "Hi, Charlie."
Hearing this, Nan Yi squinted at the white boy and said unhappily, "Are you talking to me?"
"Yes, Charlie, I'm talking to you, please go buy me a cup of milk tea, oh, please!" said the white boy sarcastically.
“No Pro…”
Before he could utter a word, Nan Yi had already grabbed the ashtray on the table, stepped forward, swung his left hand high, and with a bang, the ashtray hit the white boy's head.
In just a moment, the white boy collapsed to the ground, unable to move.
Nan Yi took a look at the ashtray and saw that there was no blood stain on it, so he threw the ashtray towards the tiger cub.
The tiger cub took it and put it into the bag he was carrying.
Nan Yi leaned forward and looked at the white boy on the ground, and said calmly: "You should be thankful that your father ejaculated on the wall several times before, so that you didn't come to the world too early. If you had come a few years earlier, maybe you wouldn't have to endure this."
Since the white boy looked only about fifteen or sixteen years old, Nan Yi did not intend to make a fuss, so he took action himself and gently let the matter go. As for why he did this, it was because of the white boy's expression and the name "Charlie".
More than seventy years ago, around the 1920s, there was an American writer named Biggs. While on vacation in Honolulu, he heard a story about the outstanding case-solving skills of Chinese-American detective Zhang Aping. This inspired him to create the story of the classic Chinese detective "Charlie Chan."
As soon as the novel was released, it became an instant hit and sold out. So he continued with his work and wrote five more novels with "Charlie Chan" as the protagonist, and each of them was a best-seller.
The popularity of the Charlie Chan series of novels attracted the attention of Hollywood, and Charlie Chan became a huge success when he first appeared on the screen in 1926. After that, the film company was no longer satisfied with just adapting Biggs' novels, and in the next 30 years, it produced 47 movies and 39 TV series based on the character of Charlie Chan.
In the 1950s and 1960s, with the popularization of television, Charlie Chan entered thousands of households and had an even more profound influence among readers and fans.
Although Charlie Chan is a positive character in film and television works, many Chinese people think that his humility and nagging make him look like a submissive old butler, a complete symbol of a Western servant. In short, Charlie Chan is a "slave" representing justice.
This view is not limited to the Chinese. Many white people in the 1930s and 1940s also held the same view. For a long time in the past, "Charlie" was a derogatory term used by white people to refer to the Chinese under the pretense of politeness, just like saying "you are so pure" to a prostitute. It was extremely ironic.
What's even more disgusting is that this is a soft nail that can change the behavior attributes at any time. It is more frustrating and like eating shit than the derogatory term "yellow monkey" which can be directly judged as discrimination, because Charlie Chan has a positive image.
If someone in China pointed at Nan Yi and said that he looked like Confucius, even if he knew that the other person was mocking him, it would not be convenient for him to get angry on the spot.
"He said I was like Confucius, so I beat him up." This statement seems to never make sense no matter where you put it.
Nan Yi said to the white boy, then looked up at his white boy companions standing outside the door of the milk tea shop, "Help your friend away, and choose a good partner next time you want to bet."
In the current situation, Nan Yi could easily see that it was a betting game between three bored teenagers. He also vaguely smelled a hint of conspiracy. The white boy on the ground was likely to have been set up by the two outside the door.
But never mind. Nan Yi, who was used as a tool to launch the conspiracy, had no interest in finding out the truth.
Watching the white boy being helped away by his "friend", Nan Yi sat back in his seat and ran into Edith Gonzalez's prepared ridicule: "Mr. Adam, you just said that you are very timid."
"I'm not lying, I'm not very brave. It's not that hot outside anymore, so we're going to the Autonomous University of Baja California's museum. I want to go to the Mexicali section to learn about the city's history."
"OK."
On the first day in Mexicali, Nan Yi spent most of the time in the museum, gaining in-depth knowledge of the city's history.
Mexicali is a very young city. Half of the city's development history is related to the Chinese. However, in the end, the Chinese did not reap the biggest benefits of this city. The Chinatown here is only slightly better than those in other places.
There are more than a hundred Chinese restaurants in the Chinatown here. Tourists who come here like to eat Chinese food. Chinese food has become the city’s culinary business card. Many Americans and Mexicans come here to taste Chinese cuisine.
Nan Yi and his companion left the museum and arrived at Juarez Street, the main street of Chinatown. It was already past seven in the evening. As night fell, all kinds of evil spirits appeared. Many people on the street had bulges on their waists. Some of them concealed them slightly, while others just displayed their guns in broad daylight.
The sissy team began to follow closely, half of them carrying briefcases and half carrying backpacks. No matter what they carried, the things hidden inside were the same.
Taking a look at the signs on both sides of the street, you can see that the Chinese characters are still arranged from right to left as in the past, and the word "dragon" is emphasized. Nan Yi saw "Longzhu Restaurant" and "Longlou Restaurant", as well as others such as "Feilong" and "Tianlong".
Edith Gonzalez played the role of a tour guide diligently, introducing things to Nan Yi from time to time.
Mexicali covers 40 square miles and has a population of nearly 700,000 people. Chinese restaurants are everywhere in the city. There are ordinary restaurants that offer simple weekday meals and affordable buffets, as well as high-end restaurants with luxurious private rooms for large groups of people.
Overall, Mexicali Chinese food will be familiar to anyone who has eaten at an American-style Chinese restaurant: orange chicken, fried noodles, fried rice, and stir-fried beef with cauliflower are on most restaurant menus.
If there is a difference, Chinese food in Mexicali has a retro flavor, just like the US-Mexico border wall on the edge of the city has permanently preserved the taste of Western-style Chinese food in the memories of many Americans.
The menu at Dragon Ball is a hodgepodge of Chinese and American dishes. You can order fried rice and egg rolls, but you can also get omelettes, pancakes and cheesecakes. Almost all customers order coffee.
The most popular dish is lamb beef, a dish between stir-fry and teppanyaki, which is served on a huge iron plate in the shape of a cow. When the lid is opened, the dish sizzles and smells delicious.
Dragon Ball Restaurant is mainly frequented by local guests and American tourists. Mr. Adam, you may not like the taste of Chinese food there. Compared with Dragon Ball Restaurant, you may prefer Dragon House Restaurant, where many dishes still retain the taste of traditional Chinese food. Bowl of Shark's Fin is a very popular dish among diners. The Mexicali people like this shark fin soup very much. "
"Which one will have more customers, Longzhu or Longlou?"
Edith Gonzalez pointed to the door of the Longzhu Restaurant and said, "Longzhu, the consumption in the Longlou is relatively high."
"Then let's go to the Dragon Tower." Nan Yi glanced at the reliefs of a dragon playing with a pearl on the two pillars on the left and right sides of the entrance of the Dragon Pearl Restaurant, then turned to Edith Gonzalez and said.
The decoration outside Longlou Restaurant is very ordinary, while the decoration inside is slightly more exquisite. When you walk through the door, there is a large landscape painting of a welcoming pine tree on the wall of the diners' waiting area in the hall. A little girl is jumping back and forth in front of the painting along the diamond-shaped terrazzo floor.
From the little girl's face, Nan Yi could see some Chinese features, not many, and the Mexican features were more obvious.
The restaurant's business was good. There were five or six diners waiting in front of Nan Yi and his friends. Sitting down in the seats provided for diners in line, Nan Yi's eyes followed the lively little girl, quietly waiting for the waiter to come and call their number.
After sitting for three or five minutes, Nan Yi heard gunshots coming from the northeast.
"M14." said the tiger cub.
"No, it should be M1A. The civilian version is easier to get." Nan Yi retorted, then listened attentively.
Boom, boom, boom! There was a dense and heavy sound of gunfire. Nan Yi frowned. This was the sound of an AA-12 shotgun. After two solo gunshots, a symphony of gunfire sounded. There were the RPK-74 light machine guns, the FN-P90 submachine guns, the old antique G43 semi-automatic rifles, the Steyr AUG assault rifles, and gunshots that were hard to tell whether they were from the HK-G3 series or the FN-FAL.
Various gunshots were intertwined, interspersed with the roars of MG34 general-purpose machine guns and RPG-7s.
Nan Yi checked his watch, it was seven thirty-four, and then showed the watch to Edith Gonzalez, saying sarcastically, "Is this a military exercise being conducted by the Mexican army?"
"It should be a fight between drug dealers, or a battle with the police." Edith Gonzalez pretended to ignore Nan Yi's teasing and said calmly.
Nan Yi glanced at the other diners who were waiting. They were not attracted by the gunshots and continued with their previous activities, as if the gunshots were just a common noise pollution.
On the edge of the Sonoran Desert, Arctic Fox's captain AB and team member DA lay on a high ground, watching two gangs of drug dealers fighting each other below.
Another fragmentation grenade exploded, instantly causing casualties over a large area.
DA turned to AB and said, "This Chinese guy Yao is really popular. The Tijuana Group sent a lot of people this time."
The "Yao" mentioned by the DA is a Chinese, or more precisely a tomb robber. No one knows where he is from or how he ended up in Mexico. The people of Arctic Fox only know that he was helping the Sinaloa drug cartel build tunnels.
During the 1980s, the main criminal group in Mexico was the Guadalajara Cartel, led by Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo, Rafael Caro Quintero, Ernesto Fonseca Carrillo, Juan José Esparragoza Moreno, and others.
In the 1970s, Guzmán (Joaquín Archivaldo Guzmán Loera, nicknamed Shorty) first worked for drug lord Hector El Guiro Palma, transporting drugs from the Sierra Madre region by plane to urban areas near the US-Mexico border and regulating them.
Since Guzman took his first steps in organized crime, he was ambitious and often pressured his superiors to increase his share of cross-border drug smuggling. He also liked to take a violent and no-nonsense approach to doing business; if any of his drug shipments were not delivered on time, Guzman would shoot and kill the smugglers.
Those around him knew it would be unwise to cheat him or to team up with other competitors, even if they offered better prices.
Leaders in Guadalajara liked Guzmán's business acumen and introduced him to Felix, one of Mexico's leading drug lords at the time, in the early 1980s.
Guzman first served as Felix's driver. After a while, Felix put Guzman in charge of logistics. Guzman was responsible for coordinating the transportation of drugs by land, sea and air from Colombia to Mexico, and Palma ensured that the goods arrived in the United States.
Gradually, Guzmán gained enough status to begin working directly for Felix.
For much of the late 1970s and early 1980s, Mexican drug traffickers also served as middlemen for Colombian cartels, moving drugs across the U.S.-Mexico border. However, Mexico was only a secondary route for the Colombians, as most of the drugs trafficked by their cartels were smuggled through the Caribbean and Florida corridors.
In the mid-1980s, the U.S. government reduced drug trafficking in the Caribbean corridor by increasing law enforcement surveillance and putting pressure on the Medellín and Cali cartels. The Colombian groups realized that it was more profitable to hand over the business to their Mexican counterparts, so they gave Felix more control over drug shipments.
This shift in power has given Mexican organized crime groups greater influence than their Central and South American counterparts and has also shifted the focus of the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration to Mexico, where the DEA has conducted undercover operations with multiple agents lurking in the country to serve as informants.
One of the agents, Kiki Camarena, is also an informant with close ties to many top drug lords, including Felix.
In November 1984, based on intelligence provided by Camarena, the Mexican military raided the large Rancho Buffalo plantation owned by the Guadalajara Group.
Afterwards, the Guadalajara Cartel quickly found out that Camarena was the informer. Felix and his men took revenge by kidnapping, torturing and killing Camarena in February 1985.
Camarena's death angered Washington, which made a call to Mexico City, demanding an explanation from the Mexican government. In order to appease the United States, Mexico launched a large-scale manhunt to arrest those involved in the "Camarena" revenge incident.
Because of this arrest, many middle and high-level members of the Guadalajara Cartel were arrested, and the cartel's power declined. Guzman, who did not participate in the retaliation, took advantage of the internal crisis of the cartel and took over more drug trafficking businesses.
In 1989, Felix was arrested and, from prison, the drug lord, through a number of emissaries, called for a summit in Acapulco, Guerrero.
In secret meetings, Guzmán and others discussed the future of drug trafficking in Mexico and decided to divide up the Guadalajara Cartel's territory. The Arellano Felix brothers formed the Tijuana Cartel, which controlled the Tijuana Corridor and parts of Baja California.
In Chihuahua, a group controlled by the Carrillo Fuentes family formed the Juarez Cartel.
The remaining factions remained in Sinaloa and on the Pacific Coast, forming the Sinaloa Cartel, led by Zambida, Palma, and Guzmán.
Guzmán specifically oversaw the drug corridors of Tecate, Mexicali and San Luis Río Colorado, two border crossings that connect the states of Sonora and Baja California to the U.S. states of Arizona and California.
After several years of development, the Sinaloa Cartel has become a super-large drug trafficking group. Weight units such as grams and kilograms are not used at all within the group. Each transportation is carried out in tons. Therefore, methods such as hiding drugs in the body, stuffing drugs in coffins, and directly exporting drugs as cow milk powder or goat milk powder, which were used in the 1970s and 1980s, are either too childish or outdated.
The War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea brought glory to China. When the Mexicans saw that China was able to withstand the United Nations forces led by the United States and fought successfully, they could not help but look at the Chinese differently and respect them. The situation of the Chinese in Mexicali also began to improve. Mexicans began to treat the Chinese equally and truly understood the culture behind the Chinese, including the culture of tunnel digging and tomb robbing, as well as some mythological stories.
The most interesting thing is that because the tunnels and reverse slope tactics of Shangganling were widely known, when the Mexicali people heard about it, they thought of the Chinese underground cities, so their imaginations ran wild and they described the Volunteer Army as Tuxingsun in the Romance of the Gods.
In 1989, Guzman stayed in Mexicali for a while. He came into contact with the Chinese underground city and heard how the Chinese volunteers dug tunnels to defeat the Americans. Unlike other Mexicans who only liked to listen to stories, Guzman actually figured out a way to transport drugs - digging tunnels across the border.
Digging tunnels is a technical job that requires solving the problems of ventilation and accurate positioning of both ends of the tunnel. No one knows how it happened, but this Yao appeared in Mexico and hooked up with Guzman. Now Yao became the chief engineer of the Sinaloa drug cartel and applied what he learned in his tomb-robbing career to digging tunnels.
Chief Engineer Yao is truly no ordinary person. Under his leadership and with technical control, the Sinaloa drug cartel quickly dug multiple ultra-long tunnels on the US-Mexico border. Because of these tunnels, Guzman wove . Guzman thus became the overlord of the Mexican drug trafficking world, and even the world's drug trafficking circle.
Just today, Chief Engineer Yao worked all night, holding a compass in his hand to select a site for a new project. Several of his Mexican apprentices and assistants were shoveling everywhere with Luoyang shovels, and showed him the mud they brought up. Just when he smelled the mud and thought the place was right, people from the Tijuana Group showed up. Their purpose of coming here was to snatch this talented Chief Engineer Yao.
"Take a picture." AB said lightly.
Arctic Fox made a lot of money in Colombia. After the vacation, since the members of Arctic Fox were already worth a lot of money, he fine-tuned the positioning of Arctic Fox. The mercenary attributes independent of the Peace Dove system remained unchanged, but he would not accept all missions. Instead, he would screen them and would not accept missions that could endanger himself or were too dirty. He would only accept relatively safe missions, and preferably those that could occupy the commanding heights of justice.
It's no wonder that such a task really exists. Three months ago, one of the former members of Arctic Fox, who had retired but couldn't sit still, registered as a bounty hunter and took a job for Arctic Fox to help the US Drug Enforcement Administration collect information in Mexico, targeting the Sinaloa drug cartel.
Targeting drug dealers can not only get rewards, but also contribute to the international anti-drug cause; it can also take the opportunity to spy on the hiding places of drug dealers' black money. If you encounter an opportunity like the one in Colombia, it would be great to take the opportunity to make another fortune. Therefore, Arctic Fox gladly accepted the DEA's order.