Leaving the Motel, driving the rented clunker Highlander, he circled around the downtown area.
Old Jack mulled over Bolo acting as the middleman, saying someone invited them to a meal to discuss an arms deal.
"It's definitely a trap!"
Old Jack, an old hand, couldn't be fooled; if the other side puckered up, he knew there was no good coming.
"Of course it's a trap! Mexican drug traffickers are cunning, vicious, and ruthless bastards. They've got their eyes on our gear, probably planning to force a deal. But no matter, we'll just strike first when the time comes!"
Allen Zhang also planned to betray and wipe them out. Attend a banquet? He had no intention of doing that at all.
Just lift the sniper rifle and from eight hundred meters away blow off their heads! Then make a cool exit.
Blitz had also found out that the Rainbow Restaurant was indeed managed by Mr. Bangkok from White Horse Group, serving as their drug trafficking and smuggling hub.
