Los Angeles and Tijuana aren't very far apart, with a direct distance of just over two hundred kilometers.
Normally, entering the Ugly Country from Tijuana requires border checks, but going from Los Angeles, generally no one checks; at most, they'll take a photo of your car.
Lu Li, Zhang Guocheng, and the others took advantage of the night and boarded a minibus, just crossing through this border check.
The night outside was dense, and inside the vehicle, Zhang Guocheng was advising everyone, "In a bit, we'll reach our destination, remember, the Jalisco Group is an extremely brutal, inhumane organization. If you fall into their hands, you'll find it impossible to live or die, so be sure to stay safe."
"Understood, Director Zhang."
"We will stay safe."
Xiaolin, Old Wu, and Wang Yu responded softly.
Lu Li leaned against the window, lost in thought.
All along the way, Zhang Guocheng had been talking about the horrors of the Jalisco Group.
