Benjamin, who had been so full of himself, now looked like a mouse that had seen a cat.
Filipoto sat directly at the head table, and under his gaze, the faces of the gang leaders became uneasy.
"First of all, I need to thank Falakon. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have known there was such an interesting meeting." He glanced at Benjamin and began to speak. "From now on, I will let Falakon manage the territory in Baja California."
Filipoto's words immediately caused an uproar among everyone. Benjamin jumped up and pointed at Falakon, cursing. He had only now realized that Falakon's reason for encouraging him to compete for the boss's position was to take over his territory.
The other leaders also looked at Falakon with some dissatisfaction. Although there was competition among them, using such despicable means to seize others' territory was a violation of the bottom line.
Filipoto watched this scene quietly. This was exactly what he wanted. His forces had suffered heavy losses in Mexico City. These gunmen were the last of the forces he had barely managed to organize. He couldn't suppress these ambitious subordinates with just his prestige.
Falakon was the scapegoat he had pushed out. He wanted to draw all the hatred onto Falakon.
Thinking of this, he raised his hand, and two gunmen came forward, dragging Benjamin, who had been spewing insults at Broli, to the center of the courtyard. Desperate, Benjamin began to beg for mercy; he didn't want to die.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out. Benjamin's face was covered in blood, still bearing an expression of disbelief, and he collapsed powerlessly to the ground.
Broli idly ate the snacks on the table. The protagonist had already appeared, so there was no need for him to continue acting. Filipoto was the one he had called. Matt was worried that the drug lord, who was already showing signs of fatigue, hadn't received the news that his subordinates were preparing to rebel.
His casual demeanor enraged the other leaders.
"That's amazing, Falakon. It seems like you'll be the new boss before long." A leader stood up, patted Falakon's cheek, and then walked to Filipoto. "Filipoto, I think you might as well kill me too, so I don't end up being inexplicably harmed by others later."
Filipoto stood up and warmly put his arm around the leader's shoulder.
"How could that be, Rafa? We are all the closest of friends. Falakon was just being loyal to his friends and told me everything."
Killing Benjamin was enough to deter the rest of them. If he killed any more, the entire Reyes Group would fall apart. This was something Filipoto didn't want to see.
"Right, Falakon?" Filipoto said with a smile, and his face showed none of the ruthlessness he had displayed at the beginning.
Broli had already been itching to make a move. In fact, he had been ready to start a massacre when Filipoto got off the helicopter, but he had held back because he wanted to watch the show.
Now it seemed that Filipoto's political maneuvering was limited. It was time to put an end to this boring farce.
"Next, we need to discuss how to kill the Green Goblin."
Filipoto's words saved his life. Broli became interested and decided to hold back for a while longer, listening to the drug traffickers' plans first.
"Are you kidding? Reyes, a monster like the Green Goblin, who can fight against the army head-on, we are definitely no match." A leader immediately jumped up. The main reason the drug traffickers had an advantage in the war with the Mexican government was that a considerable number of officers and congressmen had been bought off. The Mexican government army's actions were one-sidedly transparent. The fighting between the two sides was actually a draw.
"The Green Goblin is far less powerful than you imagine. When the gringo army came, didn't he hide immediately? And this time, I've got his weakness." Filipoto said very proudly. The Green Goblin was an obstacle he had to overcome to regain control of the Reyes Group. Anyone who knew a little bit about the inside story knew that the Green Goblin was after him.
Broli was a little curious; he didn't know what his weakness was.
The next moment, his brother Miguel brought Isabella down from the helicopter, followed by a very tall and strong Asian man. Isabella looked around at everyone with a look of terror. Filipoto had protected her well, and this was her first time seeing these gang leaders.
"You should know that I have been looking for my lovely Isabella. Three days ago, a friend at the airport gave me a clue, saying that Isabella was seen on a plane to the United States. My people in the United States quickly found her." Filipoto glanced at everyone and said with some satisfaction.
"Also found were three of the Green Goblin's accomplices."
His words immediately caused a commotion. In the eyes of everyone, the Green Goblin was an extremely mysterious guy, and now Filipoto was revealing a corner of his mysterious identity.
"Pfft!"
It was Wade, who was drinking champagne, who accidentally sprayed the champagne out of his mouth, coughing violently. He and Matt, as Falakon's subordinates, were not restricted by Filipoto's men.
"Sorry, choked. Mr. Filipoto, please continue."
Filipoto glanced at Wade with dissatisfaction. It seemed that Falakon had indeed suffered a heavy blow, and his subordinates were a bunch of misfits. But that was good too; Falakon, who was alone, couldn't control Baja California and could only obediently be his puppet.
"Even if we catch the Green Goblin's accomplices, what's the point? We can't kill him." Someone questioned.
"This is not a problem at all. Kingpin is also very interested in the Green Goblin. He was very interested after hearing my plan and provided help for my plan." Filipoto implied his close relationship with Kingpin in his words.
"He has found a powerful martial artist for me. Mr. Goro Daimon will assist us in taking down the Green Goblin." Filipoto said, pointing with both hands at the Asian man standing next to Isabella.
Goro Daimon's expression was not good. If he could, he wouldn't want to deal with these notorious drug traffickers. But he wanted to avenge his disciple, Dust Angel.
And in Mexico City, there were thousands of people who had died directly or indirectly because of Broli.
If it was to eliminate this demon, Goro Daimon could reluctantly accept the temporary cooperation with Kingpin.
It was just that the relationship between Dust Angel and him was very secret, and he still couldn't understand how Kingpin knew about it.
Dust Angel's superb throwing skills were learned from Goro Daimon, and Goro Daimon had high hopes for this talented disciple and valued him very much. Unfortunately, Dust Angel was not interested in inheriting the mantle and returned to the United States after feeling that he could no longer learn anything new.
Even so, the relationship between the two masters and disciples was still very close. Dust Angel would occasionally go to Japan to visit his master and donate a large amount of money to the dojo.
"That Green Goblin is very powerful, and I am far from his opponent, but Jujutsu is best at overcoming the strong with the weak. I will restrict his activities and provide opportunities for your attacks."
After saying this, Goro Daimon began to close his eyes and rest. One was to adjust his state to the best to deal with a monster like the Green Goblin. The second was that he didn't want to have much communication with these drug lords who were stained with blood.
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