After all, those three hundred gunmen did no productive work, and they still had to be paid every day.
Even Su Xiao couldn't tell whether Hector was terrified of dying or the Salamanca Group was simply that rich.
V murmured.
"This guy really is afraid of dying. He actually hired this many people to protect him."
"This makes things tricky. Even if we know where he lives, with that many people guarding the place, a frontal assault will be tough."
"In that case, we need to find a way to thin their numbers first."
V's words plunged the car into silence.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Su Xiao glanced at the weapons case in the trunk, which he had specifically brought from Rogue.
But after giving it some thought, he abandoned the idea of using that weapon.
Powerful as it was, that weapon had its own natural counters.
That weapon alone wouldn't be enough to kill Hector through the layers of protection provided by three hundred gunmen.
"Actually, I just had an idea. Look here." Lucy took out her tablet, brought up a map of Tijuana, and circled several areas in red.
"These are all Salamanca Group operations. The group stays in business, and Hector gets to throw money around, because these territories keep funneling eurodollars into the group. If these operations come under attack, he'll have to prioritize protecting them, even if it means reducing the guards at his estate."
Lucy's plan was simple: attack the Salamanca Group's businesses.
As long as their interests suffered, even if Hector knew they were trying to lure him out of his stronghold, he would have no choice but to send the gunmen guarding his estate to protect the Salamanca Group's businesses.
It was an open strategy, one that hid nothing.
And