Bab 270: Chapter 239: Guzman, don't cry, here's a big gift for you!

Back to the familiar Tijuana Security Department building.

Kennedy rushed over and grabbed the door to open it.

Casare, fluttering his eyes, said, "You open the door, so what am I supposed to do?"

"Director, do you want to rest a bit? Are you tired from coming back from the United States?"

Victor waved his hand, "Where's Uday?"

"Locked up in the interrogation room."

Kennedy, with an embarrassed look, lowered his voice, "In Mexico City, our guys beat him up, and his bodyguards got killed."

"Oh? For what reason? I don't believe my officers would bully someone for no reason."

The Anti-Drug Force does have a moral baseline.

"Uday cursed you as a clown in front of Cuauhtémoc and said you're just a petty officer. No matter where, you should be the one visiting him, not the other way around. Carlos didn't take it well and gave him a beating before throwing him on a plane to Tijuana."

There you go.

How could they beat someone up for no reason?