After more than eight hours of flight, the plane finally arrived in Mexico City. After landing, the rental company delivered two Mitsubishi Pajeros, which had been booked by phone before their trip. The two bodyguards placed four large cash cases in the back of one vehicle.
"This car is for you. The two of you will stay at the airport and be ready to provide support at any time. If I need you, I'll call," Jiang Hao instructed the two bodyguards Mars had sent.
"Yes, Mr. Jon. Understood."
Bringing those two bodyguards along would not benefit Jiang Hao's operation. Instead, they would only restrict him. It was more convenient to act alone.
"Beep, beep, beep!"
The brick phone rang. Jiang Hao picked it up, and a man's voice came through. "I know your plane has arrived. Bring the money to the Iztapalapa district. I'll call you again when you get there."
"I brought the money. I need to see Angel," Jiang Hao said.
"Heh heh heh, you're not qualified to negotiate with me. Bring the money over, and you'll see your loved one alive. Try anything, and you'll receive parts of her body."
Click.
The man hung up after saying that.
After driving out of the airport, Jiang Hao headed toward the Iztapalapa district of Mexico City. He had spent time in Mexico before and knew just how chaotic the country could be. He had also heard of Iztapalapa. It was practically the most chaotic slum in Mexico City, crawling with gangs. It was known as one of the world's most dangerous violent districts—a paradise for criminals.
When he arrived in Iztapalapa, he saw ramshackle buildings everywhere. The walls were covered in graffiti, and the streets were littered with trash, making the entire place look utterly chaotic.
"Beep, beep, beep!"