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The Zetas had taken control of everything that the Gulf Cartel once owned, sending the United States government on high alert. After all, this meant that the Zetas now had plenty of access to the smuggling routes north of the border, and could bring their violence into the United States, which until now had not been a thing.

The only way this debacle could have possibly been worse is if it was Jalisco who had gained the Gulf Cartel’s possessions. News Analysts across the United States were trying their best to stir up a panic, especially since it was an election year, and the more chaos that occurred, the more the two parties could blame one another.

Meanwhile, the CIA, DEA, and other US Federal Agencies were in a panic. Especially because many of their informants in the Gulf Cartel had been obliterated in the attack. And those that remained fled north of the border, seeking asylum from the reprisal of Los Zetas who had learned of their treachery.

In the El Paso DEA office, a mature beauty sat in front of a board which had plenty of photos pinned to it. It comprised of the leadership of the Zetas, but more importantly there was one unknown entity, who had the symbols “???” written beneath a picture of Alex in his Sicario kit, that was taken by one of the security cameras of the Gulf Cartel’s headquarters.

The US federal agencies were behind on the information about who this mysterious, and quite honestly batshit insane new hitman was. Though Jalisco had put out a massive bounty on “El Cucuy’s” head, they did not actually leak his personal information to everybody and their mother.

La Madre had gone out of her way to make sure that Alex’s secret identity was not leaked north of the Border. Because of this, the US Government had not pieced together that this “El Cucuy” was none other than the troublesome young son of the female billionaire Diana Johnson.

The mature beauty was dressed in a suit, her badge was proudly displayed on her belt, while her sidearm was concealed beneath her suit jacket in a shoulder holster. She was of Mexican descent, but was born and raised in America to a family of legal immigrants who had fled the south and the cartel violence which plagued the country.

As she sipped on her coffee, she could not help but question who this “El Cucuy” was, and why he had so suddenly appeared in the Mexican Drug war. It was unusual for one foot soldier of the cartels to make such a difference, and this DEA Agent was starting to suspect that “El Cucuy” was more than just another murderer, but was rather a key figure of the Gulf Cartel’s collapse.

After all, according to the security feed, he appeared to be the one giving the orders to the various other Sicarios beneath his command. The DEA agent’s partner, who was an older and balding Caucasian male, approached her as she continued to stare at Alex in his skull mask and tactical gear with a stern expression on her otherwise beautiful face.

The older white man quickly made a joke at the woman’s expense, in order to lighten the mood and snap her out of her daze.

“Hey, Carmen, is that your new boyfriend?”

This joke worked as intended, as the woman snapped out of her daze, and rolled her eyes at her partner in crime, before playing along with his bit.

“He will be after I get him in handcuffs… Handsome white killers are one hundred percent my type, didn’t I tell you?”

This remark baffled the agent, not because his partner played along with his antics, but specifically because of the second part of her statement.

“Hold on white? And handsome? How do you guess that?”

Carmen then pointed towards the obvious glaring feature of Alex’s skin tone, which was only displayed by the tips of his fingers.

“He may paint the skin around his eyes, but those fingertips don’t lie… Our suspect is a white man… Also there’s the color of his eyes… Eyes as blue as the Azure Sky, a rarity even among those Mexicans with pure Spanish heritage wouldn’t you agree? I’m starting to think that this white boy is a gringo… Which means one of our own citizens is playing a very dangerous game on behalf of the Zetas…

Curiously enough, according to the footage that our friends in the Mexican Federales provided us, this man did not personally kill anyone that was not a member of the cartel. The children and the mansion’s staff were all killed by the men beneath his command.

Not exactly what you would expect from a guy who so openly pays homage to Santa Muerte, don’t you think?”

Despite the fact that the DEA Agent known as Carmen just dropped a major bombshell on her partner, the man was more focused on something that the woman had previously stated.

“Okay… Let’s step back for a second…. How do you know he’s handsome?”

Carmen chuckled and took a sip from her coffee mug before flashing a smile at her partner.

“Call it a hunch… Anyway, I get the feeling that our friends down south aren’t exactly painting us the whole picture of who this man is, or why he’s working for the Zetas. They keep saying they have no knowledge of his identity other than the cartels are calling him “El Cucuy.”

Apparently, over the last few months, this Mexican boogeyman has been hitting the Zetas’ rivals in Jalisco and the Gulf hard… Very hard… But if that were the case, you would think that somebody would have figured out who he is by now. I might just have to go south of the border myself and press those corrupt fucks for a proper answer….”

The mature beauty’s partner smiled, before handing her the paper he was tasked with delivering her. There was almost a smug smile on his face as he informed her of their new tasks.

“It looks like this is your lucky day Carmen… Because our orders are to deploy south, and deal with this crisis ourselves… I’m sure whoever your new love interest is, you will find out soon enough!”

With that said, Alex now found himself in the crosshairs of the American Government, and one particularly beautiful milf of a DEA agent.