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At this time, the mad dog suddenly jumped up.

"Are you crazy? How dare you..."

"Control the mad dog!"

Several leaders who were standing next to the mad dog swarmed over him.

Although Mad Dog is very fierce, other leaders can hold the position of leader in the Salamanca Group, so naturally they are not just for free.

Soon, the frantically struggling mad dog was brought under control.

"Are you going to kill him?"

One of the leaders asked in a low voice.

Everyone knows that Mad Dog is Hector's most loyal subordinate.

But they still called the mad dog over.

This is the purpose.

After they control Mad Dog, Mad Dog's men will be like headless flies, and Hector will lose his only loyal leader.

But the older leader still shook his head: "Don't rush to kill him yet, keep him, maybe he can be useful."

Although the other leaders didn't think there was any use in keeping this mad dog, they didn't

There is a rebuttal.

Anyway, as long as this mad dog is controlled, he won't be able to bite anyone.

As long as he kills Hector first, it doesn't matter when he can slowly take care of this mad dog.

"Wait a minute, are we really going to kill Hector?"

The person who said this is not really a loyalist, he is just afraid.

Although Hector's cruelty caused him to be hated by others, it also frightened his enemies.

What he was afraid of was that if Hector was not killed, they would be dead.

And Hector was not the only one who felt scared.

The older leader glanced at the person who said this.

He wanted to reprimand the other person, but his eyes were instead looking at the others.

After noticing that other people in the room also showed such vaguely fearful looks, the older leader sighed.

"Hector has gone crazy. Look at all the ridiculous things he has done since his son died. He didn't care about it before, but now he dares to go to the territories of the western states to cause trouble. If this continues, the entire Sahara The La Manca Group will bury him with him.”

"Do you want to go to the cemetery with him? I don't want to. I still have a lot of comfortable days that I haven't lived enough, and I haven't made enough money. His son is dead, but my son is not dead yet."

"Besides, what if your son dies? How about having another one? If you really can't give birth, you can't give birth. Live your life well. Anyway, when your son is raised, he will only chew on your oxygen tube. Do you have a son? Isn’t there much difference between my son and me?”

"You think, is it worth sacrificing the interests of our living people for the sake of a dead person? Is it worth it?"

Everyone looked at each other and no one spoke.

But at this moment, someone shouted "not worth it".

A man stood up with a ruthless look on his face.

"Hector is crazy. Look how the leaders who were loyal to him died? He can even feed loyal people to the lions. Why are you still hesitating?"

"Do you think Hector doesn't know what we are thinking? It's just because we are still valuable to him, and we haven't openly opposed him, so he has kept us until now."

"However, Hector is not a kind lord. Once we are no longer of use, he will never keep us. If we don't kill him, he will kill us. It's better to just strike first."

Several people who were still hesitant before were also moved by these words.

They thought about it carefully and felt that this was correct.

It is better to expect Hector to have a conscience than to expect the lion to become a vegetarian.

As more and more people came forward, and the remaining people gradually responded, the older leader nodded with relief.

No matter how cruel Hector is, as long as they unite, they will definitely...

When the atmosphere reaches its climax.

The door to the room was suddenly opened at this moment, and a group of vicious thugs walked in.

The expressions of the leaders in the room changed one after another.

Because these thugs who came in were not subordinates of any of them.

Moreover, their men were guarding outside, how could they let strangers in?

unless……

One of the leaders stood up and shouted: "Who are you? Do you know who we are? Get out of here!"

But none of the thugs who came in paid attention to him.

All the thugs who entered the room stood on both sides, just behind the leaders participating in the meeting.

The ringleaders were stunned and even more shocked when they saw the person who finally walked into the room.

"Hector?! How could you..."

The last person who walked into the room was none other than Hector Salamanca, whom they had just talked about killing.

Without looking at the others, Hector walked straight to the main seat of the long table and sat down.

Someone nearby handed me a cigar and lit it.

"What meeting is going to be held today? Why didn't I know? Why didn't anyone inform me?"

The leaders below looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Everyone's heart is full of anxiety and uneasiness.

Since the death of Hector's son a few years ago, which caused a drastic change in his temperament and made him very dissatisfied with Hector, the ringleaders have found such a house in Tijuana as a secret gathering place.

Logically speaking, Hector should not know that such a place exists.

How did he find this place?

"Mad dog? Why are you lying on the ground? The ground is so cool."

Hector gestured with his eyes.

One of the thugs he brought lifted the controlled mad dog up from the ground and untied him.

As soon as the mad dog was free, he said anxiously: "Lord Hector, they want to..."

Hector raised a hand and blocked the words Hector wanted to say back into his stomach.

He glanced around with cold eyes. No one else in the room dared to look at him.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you talking? Are you suddenly mute?"

"Mr. Hector," one of the leaders said hesitantly, "Actually, we are just discussing the terrorist attack in San Diego. As you know, there are some rumors now."

"Oh, what rumor?"

"This..." The leader looked at the others, hoping to

Others stood up with him, but to his disappointment, the others avoided looking.

He greatly regretted why he had taken the initiative to speak just now, but now he was riding a tiger, and no matter how much he regretted it, he could only bite the bullet and continue talking.

"That is, there are some rumors linking the terrorist attack in San Diego to our Salamanca Group. Of course I am not doubting you, but if this rumor spreads, it will be very detrimental to us."

"Yes, I did it."

He froze.

Not only him, but everyone else was also stunned.

"You...what did you say?"

They originally thought that Hector would probably deny it, or pretend not to know that it was happening.

After all, once admitted, it will undoubtedly be a knife to the opponents.

No one is that stupid.

Hector is cruel, not stupid.

But now, Hector actually admits it?

"So, you are gathering together behind my back just for this trivial matter?"

Little things that don't matter?

The leaders couldn't help but feel a bitter taste in their mouths.

Hector was indeed crazy, and he turned this big thing into an insignificant matter.

The older leader felt that he could no longer remain silent. He swallowed and took the initiative.

"Mr. Hector, you should know that our group's main interest is to make money, although we are a criminal group that travels in the underground world."

"But after all, our ultimate goal is to let everyone make money together. This is the core driving force for our Salamanca Group to continue to grow bigger and stronger."

Chapter 246 Do you also know the Western Idea King Daqi? (4K)

Bang bang bang——

Hector clapped with a smile: "Well said."

He looked at the others: "Huh? Why don't you applaud? Do you think what he said is wrong?"

The thugs standing behind the bosses applauded together, but the bosses did not follow suit and became even more anxious.

Hector put down his hands and his face darkened.

"Mad dog."

Mad Dog, who had been standing respectfully since Hector stopped him from speaking, immediately said respectfully: "Mr. Hector."

"How long have you been following me?"

"Five years."

An expression of memories appeared on Hector's face: "Well, five years, it feels like time flies so fast. Sometimes I feel like it was yesterday when I met you on the street."

Mad Dog's expression became more respectful and he said, "Mr. Hector, I often feel like this."

"Except for Mad Dog, the people sitting here have been with me for at least ten years. Ask yourselves, am I not treating you well?"

Everyone fell silent.

Even the elder leader's throat was crawling, but he couldn't speak for a long time.

Finally, Hector stops acting and reveals his inner anger.

"My son is dead! That is my only son! He is the heir to the Salamanca Group! He is the future King of Tijuana"

"Money! Money! Money! One by one, you only know how to raise money! If I hadn't promoted you, would you be where you are today?!"

The leaders looked horrified. If they weren't sitting on chairs, they would probably have fallen to the ground at this moment.

The older leader's face also twitched, with a look of fear on his face.

He quickly lowered his head to show his humility.

"Mr. Hector, we can understand your mood very well. If the murderer of your son was in front of us at this time, I would be the first to kill him personally."

Hector smiled.

The older leader thought that this matter was over.

But Hector's next words gave him a sudden feeling of cold air rushing from his tailbone to the sky.

"Really? But why don't I believe it?"

"Mr. Hector?"

The older leader was almost frightened and almost lost control.

"You keep saying such beautiful words, but secretly, you want to plot against me? If Mad Dog hadn't tipped me off, I wouldn't have known that you actually had a secret meeting place under my nose, and... And it lasted for several years!”

The older leader was shocked.

He stared at Mad Dog with a look of disbelief on his face: "Mad Dog tipped you off? This is impossible. All of us were checked when we came in. It is impossible for him to bring the locator in."