Compared to the hustle and bustle of Miami International Airport, Opa-locka is more suitable for parking private jets.

I sent the location to Duke and walked towards the car.

Helen stood by the car in terror, encountering something so frightening for the first time.

Her tears rolled down her cheeks when she saw me, "Kenny!" Helen hugged me.

"I'm fine, are you hurt?"

"No!" Helen buried her head in my chest.

"I'll take care of it."

"Don't leave!"

"I need to resolve this thoroughly."

"No, I know it's dangerous."

"Trust me, I won't let this happen again."

"I'll wait for you to come back."

I handed Helen over to Mia, "Take good care of her."

"I will!"

With the two girls, I drove to Opa-locka Airport.

After waiting for an hour, Duke arrived, dressed in a suit, looking like a successful man.

The pilot came over with a flight attendant.

The flight attendant was young and beautiful, wearing a blue uniform and black stockings. The blue skirt tightly hugged her curvy backside.

"Are you Mr. Clarke?"

"That's me."

"I'm Rebecca, the stewardess of this plane, pleased to serve you."

"My god, a private jet even has a flight attendant?" Duke whistled.

Unfortunately, Rebecca only glanced at him for a second before looking away. Her smile was professional as she led us onto the plane.

"This flight will take about 3 hours!" Rebecca said and then went into the cockpit to communicate with the captain.

Kelly Ella looked around curiously, while Duke relaxed on the leather sofa.

I looked out the window, without a worry in my heart; any bastard who harms my family will be crushed by me.

The plane took off.

Taking a private jet for the first time made me a bit excited. It was different from commercial flights, much faster. The Gulfstream 650 is currently the world's fastest private jet.

Its speed can reach 1,200 kilometers, 50% faster than commercial flights.

"Ella, where are you from? Bogota?"

"I'm from Medellin."

"Medellin? The Medellin Group of Colombia's big drug lord Pablo?"

"Yes."

My interest was piqued, and I sat across from Ella. "How did you encounter the Cucuta Group in the border province?"

Hearing my question seemed to remind Ella of a terrifying nightmare.

"I originally had a normal family, but since I was very pretty from a young age, I wanted to escape Colombia's slums. You know that's hard. Boys hope for football; for girls, there's only one way, beauty pageants or supermodel."

Ella gave me a smile, but I knew she wasn't smiling; she was in pain, trying to appear strong.

The most terrifying wounds in this world are not being hurt, but the memories after being hurt.

"My uncle lived in North Tanzande, a border province; Tanzande Port is the second largest city after the capital, Cucuta, and Colombia's largest smuggling city because Tanzande is separated from Venezuela by a river. From the border, a large amount of refined oil leaves Venezuela every day, and smugglers exchange living supplies for petroleum.

My uncle ran a farm; food is a hard currency in Venezuela.

Forty US Dollars worth of cornmeal is worth ninety-five US Dollars in Venezuela!

My uncle's family was well off economically, so I went there to travel and stay.

The nightmare began in Tanzande.

Tanzande, located in the mid-west, near the northern Catatumbo region, is a true no man's land, also known as a place without borders.

The Revolutionary Armed Forces and the National Front both have branches there.

Drug lords, gangs, smugglers, local anti-government forces, the entire border is there; you can't imagine what you'll encounter!

That day, I was kidnapped on my way back from drinking at a bar at night.

Then I experienced hell, tortured every day, bullied by those bastards. If I disobeyed, I wouldn't be fed. Every day someone would beat me, put an iron chain around my neck, treating me like a dog locked in a cage."

Ella's tears dripped down her cheeks.

"Often there would be four or five men torturing me, lining up as if waiting for a toy.

If I weren't young, pretty, and shapely, they would have injected me with drugs, turning me into a prostitute. I remember that man, Martin Gustavo. He said while putting on his pants that I was a valuable commodity and very lucky.

He could earn a hundred thousand US Dollars from me."

"Martin Gustavo?" I heard another name, and I also remembered that it was the territory of IEN.

Damn it!

"Yes, Martin Gustavo runs a brothel in Tanzande. In Tanzande, kidnapping, murder, explosions, assaults, drug smuggling, human trafficking happen every day. That bastard is a core figure of the Cucuta Group.

"They have a lot of power locally, ordinary people can't fight them."

Duke shouted, "Kenny, did you hear that, we're going to die."

"Shut up!" I turned to look at Ella. The Cucuta Group has a deal with the front, and they're also pioneers in opening up Miami, which is why Ella and Kelly were brought here. They even hope for me to work for them, selling high-purity cocaine.

The Cucuta Group, the front, the Miami Havana Branch, and even a hidden hand, they orchestrated the rabid dog Claude's robbery.

They created the Miami gang war.

Their goal is simple: to control the entire Miami drug market and reconstruct the black order.

Fuck!

"Martin Gustavo is also known as the Skinner, he's a hitman for the Cucuta Group and their representative in force."

"The Skinner?"

Ella nodded, brushing her hair behind her ear, "Yes, Martin Gustavo the Skinner. He once skinned those who opposed them, impaled their bodies on stakes, and displayed them outside Tanzande. Using death to intimidate everyone!"

"OH my god!" Duke shouted again, "Kenny, you're really going to fight these guys?"

I didn't speak, instead pondering another question, "Who's the boss of the Cucuta Group?"

"I don't know, I only know that the biggest gang leader in northern Tanzande is codenamed the Philanthropist!"

Damn it!

Looks like I'll need to get clues from Martin Gustavo, which means confronting the Cucuta's armed forces.

I held my head, feeling a headache coming on.

"Here's a drink." Flight attendant Rebecca walked in with a tray topped with champagne.

"Thank you!"

I put the champagne on the table.

Duke's eyes lit up as he looked at the flight attendant, "Rebecca, do you have any plans?"

"We will wait for you at Cucuta's international airport, Camino Daza International Airport."

"Can I have your number? We can grab a drink sometime." Duke flashed a confident smile.

Rebecca smiled back, "Sorry, it's work hours now."

Ha ha, Duke grinned smugly at me, work hours, she'll date me after work.

"Anything else you need?"

"Some snacks, please." Kelly seemed to recall some tragic memories, wanting something sweet to eat.

"Okay!"

Rebecca left.

I gave Duke a thumbs up.

"That girl's got a nice ass, great body." Duke smiled at me.

"You're lucky!"

Duke raised his middle finger at me, looking at me disdainfully, "I'm handsome, charming, a stud! Women love me! They call me the Beast Duke!"

"Looks like you have a date tonight."

Duke laughed with satisfaction, "You have chicks, two even, I won't stay with you. Lots of women like me too!"

Then Duke made a circle with his left hand and inserted his right index finger into the circle, grinning smugly.

Kelly and Ella both flipped off Duke.

Rebecca brought snacks to my side, placing the plate on the table.

"There's pudding and chocolate tarts."

"Thank you!" Kelly said while picking up the pudding.

Rebecca shifted the plate, and I noticed a note underneath it.

The flight attendant swayed her hips as she walked to the lounge.

Kelly curiously picked up the note, it had a phone number.

And a message.

"BOSS, Rebecca left her number for you, plus her hotel room number reservation."

"WHAT?" Duke glared at me. "A phone number and a hotel room number?"

"Yes, Beast Duke, your date's busted!" Kelly said happily.

"Beast Duke, better take care of it yourself." Ella laughed at Duke.

"That's impossible, she smiled at me." Duke didn't believe what Kelly said.

"Maybe it was politeness." Kelly laughed ruefully.

"No, it should be professionalism." Ella took another shot at Duke.

"She said she's working." Duke argued.

Kelly and Ella laughed together, "Because that's a rejection!"

"So, Rebecca is interested in Kenny, wants to sleep with him?" Duke looked at me, frustrated.

"What do you think?"

"Why do women like this guy, Son of a bitch!"

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