Chapter 52: Chapter 52: I Hate It Most When Others Pretend...

The next day.

Victor got out of the armored car, looking exhausted.

He was just too "great," fearing the drug lords might continue causing trouble at night, so he stayed with EDM on Mexico City's most bustling "Central Street."

About...300 meters from the city hall.

Basically, he didn't trust the politicians' integrity. If they wouldn't give him an "interrogation" opportunity and just sent soldiers to arrest him, maybe Victor could take out those high-and-mighty big shots with one shot?

He had been this way since he was young, trusting no one.

"Boss, a call for you, from Mr. Alejandro," Kennedy Heisenberg emerged from the armored car, handing him the phone.

Victor took a leak, shook off, wiped his hands on Kennedy's body, then took the phone and said with a smile, "Good morning, Alejandro."

See, he didn't even call him Director anymore.

"Where are you? Just got notified, the meeting's been rescheduled to 8:05 AM."