The next day.

Tijuana International Airport, on the tarmac.

There are four vehicles parked here at the moment, one of which is a stretched Lincoln, and the other three are all armed Hummers.

The ferocious barrel of the M2 heavy machine gun above exudes a cold luster in the early morning sun.

All around were heavily armed militants holding submachine guns.

Only Menendez, the largest laundry detergent businessman in Mexico, would dare to wear such a domineering appearance.

If the police see you on the road and don’t dare to stop you, who would?

Unless you don’t want to live anymore.

Throughout Tijuana, Menendez is the absolute local master, with countless subordinates under his command.

Just then.

A jeep drove onto the tarmac and headed towards Menendez.

The M2 heavy machine guns on the three armed Humvees immediately turned their guns and locked onto the approaching jeep.

As long as the people in the jeep behave abnormally, three M2 heavy machine guns will send them to God.

Soon, the jeep came to the Menendez team.

As soon as the car stopped, four or five armed men with submachine guns surrounded the car.

Menendez's confidant Mark walked over leisurely holding a Desert Eagle.

He glanced at Jerome in the car and Trench disguised as the driver.

"Get out of the car, our boss has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Feel sorry."

Jerome shrugged, opened the door and got out of the car.

Immediately, two armed men came forward, violently pinned Jerome to the car, and searched his entire body.

Jerome, who was lying in the car, had an approachable smile on his face and was very cooperative.

But in the depths of his eyes, there was a flash of anger.

If they weren't partners, it is estimated that these people would have died in Jerome's hands.

After confirming that there are no weapons.

Only then did the two militants let go of Jerome and stepped aside.

"Come with me."

Mark glanced at Jerome lightly, waved his pistol and said.

Then Jerome followed Mark and came to the elongated Lincoln.

The car door has been opened.

Menendez sat on the soft sofa inside, holding a sexy blonde beauty.

He had a cigar in his mouth and a glass of whiskey with ice in his hand.

The attitude of a high-ranking gangster is vividly displayed.

Jerome came to the car, complimented Menendez inside and greeted him with a smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Menendez, nice to see you again."

"Jerome, you're late."

Menendez narrowed his eyes and stared at Jerome, looking calm and confident.

"Sorry, Mr. Menendez, I was delayed a little by those idiot inspectors when I was crossing the border."

Jerome made a gentlemanly gesture and apologized.

Menendez didn't care anymore and asked: "When will the plane arrive?"

Jerome raised his head and saw a rapidly approaching black spot on the horizon. He pointed at the sky and said, "Mr. Menendez, the plane is coming."

The words just fell.

In the distant sky, there is a roar that is getting closer and closer!

Hear movement.

Menendez also got out of the car and looked at the plane, which was getting clearer and clearer.

When he saw clearly that it was an extremely large transport plane, a flash of surprise clearly flashed in his eyes.

Menendez, who was well-informed, failed to recognize the model of the approaching transport plane.

That was an An-124 military transport aircraft manufactured in the Soviet Union, although it had been converted to civilian use.

But to be able to get the An-124 military transport aircraft for civilian use, the background of Hydra is not simple!

Menendez re-examined Hydra's status in his mind.

As a result of yesterday's investigation, only Jerome's personal information was found.

Sam, a retired ranger, started a robbery business due to financial difficulties after retirement.

Hydra has no relevant information and seems to be a mysterious organization that emerged out of thin air.

Seeing the An-124 military transport aircraft today, Menendez couldn't help but be more curious about Hydra.

A few minutes later.

A civil transport aircraft modified by An-124 landed smoothly on the airport runway.

Finally stopped at the designated unloading area.

Jerome, Menendez and others rushed over immediately.

At this moment, the springboard of the rear hatch of the An-124 slowly opened, and a team of twelve fully armed mercenaries wearing individual equipment suits came out.

The person taking the lead was Mikhail, the first captain of U.B.C.S., U.B.C.'s biological disaster countermeasures force.

However, he has now been assigned to the Hydra organization and has become the basic military force.

Therefore, he was responsible for escorting this batch of arms.

When Jerome, Menendez and others arrived, they were slightly startled when they saw this group of people.

Especially when Menendez looked at these well-equipped mercenaries, a glint flashed in his eyes.

Elite, absolutely elite!

The commando team under his command is completely different from this group of people.

Is this the military power of Hydra?

And the weapons they held in their hands have never been seen before.

Although it looks a bit like Sam's M16A1 automatic rifle, it feels clearly different.

"Jerome, is this your Hydra mercenary?" Menendez turned his head and asked Jerome beside him.

"Yes, they are just a team of mercenaries responsible for escorting. There are thousands of such elite mercenaries in our Hydra organization."

Jerome began to talk nonsense. It would be enough to frighten Menendez with someone who is skilled in the business.

Sure enough, I heard this.

Menendez's eyes moved slightly, and his expression became uncertain for a while.

Originally, he was still thinking of taking advantage of others, but now he may be thinking about it again.

Offending a mysterious organization is not a good choice.

Then Jerome took Menendez and others into the cabin.

In the huge space, there are neatly arranged military green rectangular boxes.

There are at least a few hundred boxes, and the contents inside are self-evident.

Menendez came to a rectangular box and immediately opened the lid of the box.

When the box was opened, it was all neatly stacked M16A1 assault rifles.

It's in brand new condition and has a strong smell of gun oil.

Menendez's eyes moved slightly, with a look of surprise on his face.

It’s still new?

"Mr. Menendez, how are you?" Jerome came over and asked.

Menendez glanced at Jerome, then opened a few more boxes.

There are m16a1, m16a2, and Soviet-made AK74 assault rifles.

All are new and unused.
To be continued...