The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

The gunfire lasted less than 20 seconds before it stopped abruptly.

With his Bull and Razor rifle magazines empty, he immediately switched to his secondary weapon, maintaining his firing stance as he closed in, demonstrating his exceptional skill.

Both cars were riddled with bullet holes, their windows shattered, and their doors riddled with jagged bullet holes, with crimson blood dripping from the gaps in the doors.

Qi Yun changed his magazine, picked up his MP5, and walked forward.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder as the three men carefully examined the interior of the vehicle.

The car in front was a mess, with several corpses lying in various contorted positions.

The second car was in a similar situation, but the guy in the passenger seat had miraculously survived. He was leaning back in his seat, his chest heaving violently, and it was unclear where he had been shot.

"No...don't kill me..." Seeing Razor on his right step forward, he immediately raised his hands and begged for mercy.

Razor pointed his gun at Qi Yun's head and shouted, "Boss, there's a survivor!"

Qi Yun strode forward, glanced around, and then gestured with the muzzle of his gun: "Get out of the car!"

"Okay! Okay! Don't shoot!"

The guy tried to slowly lower his hands, but Razor didn't give him any chance to play tricks. He simply pulled open the car door and dragged him out of the car.

The man fell to the ground with a muffled groan, his shoulders and thighs stained with blood.

"Who sent you?" Qi Yun pressed the muzzle of his gun against his forehead.

"An... Antonio! Antonio sent us, we... we are from the Crippled Gang!" The man's voice trembled; he was terrified.

A cold glint flashed in Qi Yun's eyes; it was indeed this ditch.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Where does Antonio usually live?"

"He...he seems to be living in the Florida area lately..."

"Specific address".

The drug dealer quickly rattled off an address, adding, "I saw his driver there last month, but I don't know if he still lives there; he moves around a lot..."

Qi Yun frowned; it was probably useless information.

He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed Director Lucas's number.

The phone rang twice and was quickly answered.

"Chief, I was attacked by unidentified armed men on Sanso Street. They were armed with automatic weapons, and a firefight ensued. Eight people were killed on the spot. Please send officers to take over the scene."

On the other end of the phone, Chief Lucas paused for two seconds before asking, "How are things? Were there any civilian casualties?"

"I am fine, there were no civilian casualties."

Lucas breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was very curious about how Qi Yun had single-handedly defeated eight people, it was good that there were no civilian casualties. Nothing else mattered.

"I understand. Send someone over now."

After hanging up the phone, Qi Yun turned his gaze back to the only remaining person.

The guy was sweating profusely with fear.

He had just heard it all. The devil in front of him said on the phone that he had killed eight people, and there were exactly eight people in the two cars that came with him!

That means I'm included too!

"No...don't kill me! Please! I was forced! I have a wife and children at home..." he pleaded, his voice trembling with tears.

Qi Yun remained unmoved.

Regardless of whether what the other party said is true or not, if it were me begging for mercy, would these people let me off the hook?

We cannot be lenient with these drug traffickers.

He glanced around and noticed that many people were watching from a distance on both sides of the road, and some fearless teenagers were even secretly taking pictures with their mobile phones.

In this situation, simply disposing of it would indeed be rather conspicuous, since the country does have laws in name only.

"Pick up the gun," Qi Yun suddenly said.

"Wh...what?" The man looked bewildered, not understanding Qi Yun's meaning.

"I told you to pick up the gun!" Qi Yun repeated.

The man froze for two seconds, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

His gaze fell on the pistol that had fallen by the car door, then he secretly glanced at Qi Yun.

Finally, under the latter's sharp gaze, he still knelt and slowly moved forward, reaching out towards the gun.

At the same time, Qi Yun didn't look at him again, and gave Razor a wink as she turned around.

The instant the man on the ground gripped the gun handle—

Razor suddenly roared, "Damn it! You're trying to resist arrest!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger!

"Bang!"

The man fell backward, his face still bearing an expression of disbelief.

People around screamed and fled.

Qi Yun, without changing his expression, pulled out his identification, showed it to those around him, and shouted loudly, "Police investigation! This was a gang of vicious drug dealers! We've all killed them! Please don't panic, cooperate with our work, and don't approach the scene!"

The public did not react in any way because of his identity as a police officer.

In Mexico, if you report a drug dealer to the police, the person you reported might find you before the police do.

Therefore, for these people at the bottom of society, there is no difference between the police and gang members; no one will protect their interests and lives.

Qi Yun understood this as well; changing one's mindset is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

A short while later, several police cars with sirens blaring sped up from the front; these were the officers Carlos had sent to take over the scene.

After a brief handover between the police chief and Qi Yun, they began to process the scene and the body.

Qi Yun didn't linger. He took Bull and Razor and drove away from the scene in the BMW.

...

As dusk fell, Qi Yun and his two companions quietly observed from inside the car at an intersection in a residential area on Fourth Avenue in the La Mesa district.

The streetlights were dim, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the road.

The streets at night are fraught with unknown risks; flour transactions, gunfights, kidnappings... all can happen in the darkness.

Ordinary households had long since closed their doors, with only gang members and outlaws still active outside.

After crossing the next intersection, we entered the territory of the Lame Gang.

There was a bar with its neon sign lit up all by itself, its pinkish-purple light illuminating two swaying figures at the entrance.

They are the gang's lookouts, and these people carefully observe everyone and every vehicle that enters the area.

If a military truck appears, they will send a bird emoji to their superiors; if it's an unfamiliar vehicle with dark tinted windows, they will send a snake emoji. Each different object has its own code, very professional.

"They might be delivering a shipment of flour tonight, the exact quantity is unknown, and our goal is to try and steal it."

The news came from Maria last night when she was with a lame gang leader and overheard him making a phone call, but the conversation was incomplete; she only heard snippets of conversation.

But Qi Yun still decided to give it a try, as it would be very helpful for his future plans if it succeeded.

Bull and Razor showed no expression after hearing this. Since they had taken Qi Yun's job, they would go wherever their boss pointed.

This is professional ethics.

Qi Yun was very satisfied with the two's performance today. After thinking for a moment, his gaze shifted...

Successfully redeemed 'Rigid Plated Bulletproof Vest *2', consuming 800 points.

Your supplies have been placed in the trunk of your car.

"Oh, right, I had two bulletproof vests delivered to the hotel earlier, and I brought them over with me. They're in the trunk. You two take them out and put them on."