CHAPTER 110: CHAPTER 56: BORN TO BE AN UNDERCOVER

"WHAT?" Juan opened his mouth, disbelief written all over his face.

"It’s true, he’s Executioner Kenny!" Jack sobbed.

Executioner Kenny Clark.

Now everyone in Miami’s gangs and Mafia knows this name.

As a drug lord, Juan naturally knows my title.

Kenny Clark, Miami’s butcher, slaughtered Costa Ricans, killed South Koreans.

The synonym for death, a bloodthirsty butcher.

Of course, Kenny Clark is definitely not a cop and absolutely not undercover.

No executioner, killer, a blood-soaked guy would be law enforcement.

I belong to the largest criminal organization in the Upper East Side, the Johnny Clan, and everyone knows this information.

Undercover? FACK YOU! No one would believe it!

"Executioner Kenny Clark? WHAT THE FUCK?"

The team leader was equally shocked, "Has God gone mad?"

"Captain, do we still need this talent?"

"Should we recruit him into the Drug Enforcement Bureau?"

"He knows so much detail because he’s a criminal!"

"Son of a bitch!" The captain’s expression was unpleasant, talent, genius, but unfortunately, he was wrong. This is Miami’s butcher!

After the shock, the DEA agents were all curious, why did I appear?

Why am I helping Stella?

What is my purpose in doing this?

Many questions arose in their minds.

To know, the contact between law enforcement and criminal itself needs an internal investigation.

Now, to complete the mission, they suppressed the curiosity in their hearts.

"Kenny Clark!" Juan put down his pistol and walked up to me.

The drug dealers behind him also lowered their weapons.

Because I absolutely couldn’t be undercover.

The detectors were withdrawn because I am the real buyer.

Juan is wary of strangers, but I’m a celebrity.

A celebrity in the dark world, my title is the best proof.

Juan showed enough respect to someone with a title.

Impersonating me?

That’s impossible, my information, they could find out in minutes, no one would impersonate a reputable guy.

Juan extended his hand. The two hands clasped together.

"Hello!"

"Juan Gonzalez, nice to meet you!"

"The pleasure is mine."

A pleasant and peaceful dialogue emerged.

The DEA agents screamed in their hearts, goddammit, they have never seen such a safe sting operation.

"Who is she?"

I hugged Stella, smiling happily, "My girlfriend, she’s a rookie!"

"Haha!" Juan pulled out a cigarette, handed me one, and took out a lighter to light it for me. "Buddy, if you hadn’t shown up, I would’ve thought she was a cop!"

"It’s her first time doing business!"

"Haha, there’ll be more business in the future, I promise."

"Do you trust me?"

"Because you’re Kenny Clark, Miami’s butcher, you’re not my enemy, we should be friends."

"The atmosphere is too good," an agent said discontentedly.

"Like two old friends having a cordial conversation."

"I suspect, learning undercover lessons was a mistake."

"I could never be like him."

"A guy that makes drug dealers actively approach, we can’t do it!"

"FACK!" The captain cursed helplessly again, my behavior is quite demoralizing.

"I brought money, can we see the goods?" Stella interrupted our friendly conversation as she still had a task.

"Sorry, we didn’t prepare the goods because I don’t trust you. This meeting is because Jack said there was big business, so I came to see. You understand, if this were a sting operation, we’d be caught on the spot.

Caught at the transaction site, a lawyer won’t be of any help!"

Juan pulled out his business card and handed it to me, ignoring Stella.

In Juan’s perception, I am the boss, the girlfriend is just a puppet on the front stage.

He’s quite comfortable making friends with me.

"Damn, it seems they’re cautious and didn’t bring Fentanyl, this operation is terminated."

"If we open fire, the operation would fail, God help us!"

"Yeah, never expected Kenny Clark to show up, he helped us!"

All the agents were silent; they relied on a criminal to contact Juan Gonzalez.

"So when will we trade?" Stella asked eagerly.

If I hadn’t appeared, Juan would’ve been suspicious of her intentions.

But now, he only thinks I need money.

"Dear, don’t worry, let’s renegotiate."

Renegotiate?

What’s this guy up to? The team leader looked at me curiously.

"What do you want?"

"I want 100 kilograms, 300 thousand US Dollars."

"Our external price is 4,000 dollars per kilogram."

I laughed, exhaled a smoke ring, shaking my head, "You can reduce the cost, 3,000 dollars per kilogram is within your acceptable range."

"Haha, professional! OK, 3,000 dollars per kilogram! When’s the trade?"

"I’ll call you. But I want to meet your boss."

The captain’s heart tightened.

Their goal is to find number 66, but it’s hard to gain the opponent’s trust with a single transaction, it needs more cooperation, capturing Juan, he wouldn’t reveal information about number 66.

Miami Drug Enforcement Bureau prepared marked bills totaling 1 million US dollars to cooperate with this mission.

"You want to see the boss?"

Juan frowned, not knowing what to think.

Everyone started feeling uneasy, my actions were too bold and might cause dissatisfaction from the other side.

"Yes, I have a big plan!"

"Oh?" Juan listened with interest.

"Our Pink Club’s guests are all high-end clientele, besides Fentanyl, they prefer high-purity cocaine. If you have it, mixing cocaine diluted with ice or Fentanyl will be a great choice, we can make a lot of money."