"Mr. Yasen, look quickly..."
Betty reminded him.
With a glance up, he noticed quite a few farmers hiding near the residential area, secretly observing the commotion in the woods. As soon as they saw the rifle in his hands, they quickly shrank back in fear.
"Ignore them."
Gu Ji was never a fan of senseless killing. Besides, things had escalated to this point; even if he killed all the farmers, it wouldn't change the fact that the traffickers knew where the plane had crashed. The collaboration between Mexico's drug farmers wasn't something he, an outsider, could interfere with. The interests involved were deeply rooted in this country's very essence.
He pulled out a car key he'd found on a trafficker's body, opened the door, and was hit with a strong smell of cheap perfume mixed with tobacco and sweat.
He inserted the key and started the engine.
Gu Ji floored the pedal, the engine roaring as the car shot forward, heading southwest.
