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Duka knew what she was worried about, but her worries were completely unnecessary.

After entering the hotel, he borrowed Penelope's ID to open another guest room.

This greatly reduced Penelope's pressure. When she entered the elevator, she supported him with a smile and asked him if he needed anything. If he needed help, just ask.

Duca was too lazy to pay attention to her. When Carlos sent the medical kit, he began to operate on himself in the room.

There was an indoor gunfight at night, bullets were flying everywhere, and although he moved fast enough, he was shot twice.

One shot in the shoulder, one shot in the arm.

In other parts of the body, there were eight abrasions of varying severity.

He disinfected, dug out bullets, stopped bleeding, and bandaged himself, and was busy from nine o'clock in the evening to around one in the morning.

After the operation, he only had time to take a few antibiotics before he collapsed on the bed from exhaustion.

He slept for an unknown amount of time, and when he woke up, he felt that there was an extra finger in front of his nose, with a fragrant smell.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Penelope stretching out her slender index finger and trying it in front of his nose.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah, you're not dead?"

Penelope was taken aback and patted her towering chest, "I pushed you and called you just now, but you didn't wake up. I thought you were dead. It's just better that you're not dead."

Duka looked at the electronic watch on the wall. The time was five o'clock in the afternoon the next day. He touched his forehead and found it was a little hot.

"Penny, please pour me a glass of water, and prepare some food for me, in larger quantities."

"No problem, just wait."

Penelope smiled, turned around and ran out of the room.

Duca got up and checked the suitcase hidden in the bathroom. There was no sign of anyone moving it.

After a while, Penelope brought a water glass and a lot of food, including burgers, steaks, fried chicken, tacos, fruits, and beer.

Duka sighed. Although he had no appetite, in order to recover as soon as possible, he still gritted his teeth and ate most of the food, and a small part was eaten by Penelope.

Penelope saw how much he ate and couldn't help but start eating. While eating, she said she would lose weight after eating.

"How's the situation outside?"

Duca interrupted her ramblings.

"What's going on?"

"The situation over there on Inktrough Street."

"I don't know. I have a performance at the Palace of Arts during the day, and I stayed there from morning to afternoon. I don't have time to inquire about those things, but it should be fine, otherwise you would have been arrested."

Penelope ate an egg tart. There was a lot of honey in the Mexican egg tart, and it tasted so sweet that she squinted her eyes.

Duca wiped his forehead and said, "Didn't you go to the police? Miss Cruz, yesterday you were kidnapped and almost auctioned, but you did nothing and continued to perform today?"

Penelope blinked, "I've thought about this problem. If I call the police, the police will definitely come to question you. If they find you here, they will definitely arrest you."

Duka nodded slightly, "Thank you for thinking about me, but many people saw you in the bar yesterday, and now you are performing on stage again. If you are recognized by Ochoa's men, they may kidnap you again and force you to question me.

whereabouts."

"Ah~ what should we do?"

"Go to your team leader and seek protection from the embassy. A Spaniard was kidnapped in Mexico. This is a serious international incident. The relevant departments will definitely pay attention to it, and your safety will be guaranteed."

The Spanish have ruled Mexico for more than three hundred years, and Mexico's religion, culture, politics, etc. are all deeply influenced by Spain.

Although Mexico declared independence as early as 1821, it still attaches great importance to its original suzerain country and does not dare to neglect its people.

"good!"

Penelope clapped her hands, shook her head, covered her mouth and left the room in embarrassment.

Duka shook his head, put on his clothes, and walked out of the room.

The situation on the streets has not changed much. The downtown area has not caused much turmoil due to the gun battle on Motong Street. Police patrol cars are still wandering casually on the streets.

Among the TV newspapers, only a few tabloids mentioned the shootout that took place on Motong Street last night. The author expressed doubts about the government's measures to control guns, and also used this incident to criticize the inaction of the police department, which has led to the security situation in the outer city.

It continues to get worse.

Duca walked around outside, bought a backpack, two sets of sportswear, some toiletries, and returned to the hotel.

In the square in front of the hotel, he saw Carlos wandering around.

"Boss!"

Carlos also saw him, looked around secretly, and came up quietly, sneakily.

"How's the situation outside?"

Duca asked.

"It's so lively, there's going to be an uproar over there on Motong Street."

Carlos pointed and spoke enthusiastically.

At noon he quietly returned to Motong Street to inquire about the news.

It is said that Boss Ochoa suffered heavy losses in the battle last night. Boss Ochoa was already dead when he was found, with thirty or forty bullets in his body. Most of his men also suffered heavy casualties.

According to well-informed people, the situation at the scene was very tragic, like hell. When a newly appointed police officer entered the scene, he was so frightened that he vomited wildly.

After inspecting the scene, the police came to a shocking conclusion. Boss Ochoa was killed by his own people, and the others were also shot to death and injured by their own people.

Some people speculated that the Ochoa gang had internal strife due to uneven distribution of the spoils. Some people said that they were possessed by witchcraft and became madmen. Others speculated that the Ochoa gang had done too many bad things and were punished by the gods.

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And Carlos knew the inside story. He knew that the boss in front of him, Duca, had done this. Boss Duca had crippled most of the Ochoa gang by himself. It was so cruel.

"What's going on over there at Ochoa?"

Duca asked.

"Yes, there are rumors that you robbed Boss Ochoa's treasury and took away tens of millions of pesos. Ochoa's people took your portrait and looked for people everywhere, vowing to find you. Other people who want to get rich also

I'm looking for you everywhere, boss, when are we leaving the city?"

Carlos took out a piece of A4 paper with a portrait on it. He looked handsome and had a high nose. Except for his eyebrows and eyes, everything else was similar.

"What's the police doing there?"

"Many police officers also have your portraits and probably want the money."

Carlos said.

Duka frowned slightly and looked at the sky.

"Go and get ready, buy some food and purified water, check the condition of the car, and buy a barrel of gasoline and two spare tires. We will meet here at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Are you leaving tomorrow?"

"If you don't want to leave, you can stay. No one except me knows that you were involved in what happened last night. It's up to you whether you want to leave or not."

Duka said calmly.

Carlos hesitated for a while and decided to go with him.

Back in the hotel room, Duca started packing her suitcase.

There are a total of more than 800,000 U.S. dollars, more than 6 million pesos, and 65 10-ounce gold bars in the suitcase. The current international gold price is 385 U.S. dollars, and the estimated value is 300,000 U.S. dollars. The value of the remaining diamonds, jewelry, etc. is difficult to estimate, but it is at least 600,000 U.S. dollars.

USD and above.

The total revenue from this operation exceeded 2 million US dollars, which is not bad.

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