Chapitre 214: Chapter 199: "Sorry, I am a police officer!"_2

The immense shockwave made him instinctively close his eyes, and his body, equipped with 180 pounds of gear, flew out. His helmet blasted off and spun furiously in place far away.

The lower half of his left leg was gone, and the bones inside were clearly visible.

Pablo, who had run inside the building, dived into the elevator.

Guzman followed, gasping for breath; the little man could run quite fast. The others like Abrego from Juarez, Aguilar from Gulf, and the four godfathers from Cali Cartel were all there too.

Outside, people tried to rush in.

They were pushed away by Ochoa and a few bodyguards.

"Get lost! Go take the stairs yourself," he said, pulling out his gun and pointing it at them.

Which trash do you think you are, taking the same elevator as the boss?

Ochoa quickly pressed for the top floor and turned back to Pablo. The atmosphere inside the elevator was very heavy.

"Shake people up, get the armed helicopter out!"