Chapter 612 - 556: Being the Boss Requires Using Your Brain

In the following days, Mexico was engulfed in the bloody turmoil of gang warfare.

The five major families originally had their own territories, and during times of peace, they did not interfere with each other, and there was even cooperation in business.

However, the death of Sanchez subtly shifted the overall situation.

Most areas in 32 states fell into war, with the fiercest battles occurring in northeastern states like New Leon, Tamaulipas, and central states like Agustante, and even southern states like Villacruz and Puebla were involved.

On the other hand, the Sinoloa Group, which controls northern Mexico and the border areas with the United States, including Upper and Lower California, Chihuahua, and Coahuila, did not get involved.

The Sinoloa Group recently kept a low profile, transforming from the oldest and strongest drug trafficking organization in Mexico into an invisible player in this war.

Initially, Shorty was skeptical of Song Heping's speculation, fearing that Lascano might come knocking on his door with bad intentions.

Unexpectedly, the Los Zetas Organization, as if they had not even noticed them, completely ignored them and focused attacks on the Gulf Group and Temple Knights Group.

This infuriated Rubio, the boss of the Temple Knights Group; he couldn't understand how he had provoked Lascano, that Mad Dog.

"Are you all pigs?! He attacks our territory, kills our people, do we not know how to kill his people?! What's the use of reporting to me here with your heads hanging like sick chickens? Act! Act! Hurry up and act! Gather our forces right now, from today onwards, fire at full force on Los Zetas, tell everyone, a 50 million bounty for Lascano's head! As long as you bring the body to me, I will transfer the money immediately, I will keep my word!"

Temple Knights Group boss Rubio was roaring at his subordinates while in a villa in the southern coastal city of Villacruz.

Outside the villa, it was sunny with blue skies and white clouds, an ideal day for a vacation.

However, Rubio was furious, like a bull whose tail had been lit on fire, roaring around the room, feeling a strong urge to charge at anyone he saw.

Several gang leaders stood in front of him, heads bowed, as docile as children who had done something wrong.

After Rubio threw a wine glass and flipped a fruit bowl, Fanni, the group's strategist, walked in.

"What are you still doing standing here? Didn't you hear the boss? Go and do as you're told, and make sure it's done well!"

"Yes..."

"Yes."

The leaders, as if granted an amnesty, quickly left the room.

Rubio was known for his bad temper.

There were incidents in the past where he had drawn his gun and blown an underperforming subordinate's head into watermelon pulp on the spot.

Therefore, people in the Temple Knights Group feared him.

After the leaders left, Rubio, still furious, walked onto the balcony and stood by the railing, his nostrils flaring as he breathed heavily.

"Boss."

Fanni walked up to him, offering a can of beer.

"Have some beer to cool off, raging won't solve the problem."

Normally, no one would dare to say this to Rubio at such a time.

But Fanni could.

Behind every crime boss, there is a strategist.

And the strategist is often one of the boss's most respected individuals.

Fanni had been strategizing for Rubio for ten years, always the first person summoned to his side to provide decision-making advice whenever Rubio faced a tough problem.

"Fanni, that damn Lascano burned down two of our coca warehouses last night, causing us a loss of at least four hundred million dollars! Besides, he killed more than sixty of our men, chopped off the hands and feet of our head honcho in Kent City, Leva, drove him over two hundred kilometers directly to our territory to send a message to us!"

He took a fierce gulp of the chilled beer and turned to look at Fanni, his anger blazing like a great fire.

"They even sent a person with chopped hands and feet to deliver a message to me, telling me if I don't collaborate with him and confront the Gulf Group together, I'll end up like Leva!"

Saying this, he pointed at his own nose.

"He Lascano was just a dog under Sanchez before! A dog daring to bargain with me and directly threaten me!"

Fanni remained silent, letting Rubio vent his anger through words.

He knew this kind of outburst was futile.

If Rubio had another way, he wouldn't be roaring at his subordinates here, nor raging helplessly before Fanni.

Lascano and his Los Zetas Organization were now a ghost.

They had already lost their territory.

After being betrayed by Sanchez and wiped out in joint action by the military and police forces, their organization disappeared overnight, abandoning all territory and going underground. At the same time, Lascano launched fierce attacks against the military, police, Gulf Group, Temple Knights Group, and Sita Group.

To outsiders, this seemed like a suicidal move.

To offend several major families at the same time was unthinkable in the past.

But now he was doing just that.

The reason was simple.

Times had changed.

Currently, the situation was that the four major families intended to unite against Shorty's Sinoloa Group,

This loose alliance was initially organized by Leva, with Sanchez from the Gulf Group taking the first action, the one tasked with executing it was Lascano from the Los Zetas Organization.