Trillionaire they never noticed

Juan Carlos's arrival

Scott and Felix navigated the bustling streets of Mexico City, weaving through throngs of people as they made their way toward the marketplace.

"So, are you really just gonna kill him when you see him?" Felix asked, his gaze steady on Scott as they continued walking.

Scott exhaled, pulling a silver revolver from his pocket. "That thought crossed my mind," he admitted, loading the empty chambers with bullets one by one. "But I can’t. There'll be too many eyes on him. If I just shoot him on the spot, it won't end well for me." He tucked the revolver back into his belt, glancing around warily.

Felix shrugged, trying to think of alternatives. "Then what if you hide? Find somewhere out of sight, somewhere far from the crowd. Or just stay behind something and shoot when he’s making his big speech. By the time they notice, you'll already be gone," he suggested, his tone half-serious.

Scott considered it for a moment, his face thoughtful. "Risky. But I’ll think about it. I just want this miss