The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

At the same time, Bull extended his gun and opened fire on the pile of oil drums on his right. The bullets hit the oil drums with a bang, drawing fire while suppressing the enemy.

Meanwhile, Razor had already silently circled around to the front of the truck, briefly observed, and then opened fire from behind the target.

"Bang bang bang!"

Two burly men, crouching behind an oil drum and peering out, were struck by bullets and collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

Hearing the commotion, the other two immediately fired at the location of Razor, the bullets hitting the front of the car and sending sparks flying.

Razor rolled sideways to dodge behind the wheel, then extended his index and middle fingers, making an offensive tactical gesture to the bull behind him.

The bull nodded in understanding.

The next second, the two men simultaneously stood up and opened fire.

Under heavy fire, a drug dealer tried to fight back, but was shot in the head the moment he peeked out.

Seeing that things were not going well, the other one threw down his gun, lay down on the ground, and shouted that he wanted to surrender.

"Don't shoot! Don't kill me!"

But the bull ignored him and continued to pull the trigger, the bullet splattering blood on the drug dealer's back. The man twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

"Sorry, the boss said no prisoners."

The gunfire ceased, leaving only the sound of burning flames in the warehouse.

The sudden ambush, coupled with precise tactical coordination, brought the battle to an end in just two minutes.

Razor examined each of the corpses and confirmed that none of them were alive.

The bull walked over to one of the corpses and took the suitcase from his hand.

"The goods have been found."

Qi Yun stepped forward and opened the box to inspect it.

Of the eight bags of flour, three were punctured, with some white powder spilling out, but most were intact.

"come out!"

Razor, who was inspecting the battlefield, suddenly shouted and pointed his gun at a repair pit next to an oil drum.

A shivering figure lay in the ditch; it was the same truck driver from before.

He covered his head with his hands, and his crotch was soaked.

It was only because he saw that Razor didn't fire immediately that he didn't see that Razor was unarmed.

"Don't kill me! I...I'm just a mule!" the driver cried.

In Latin America, the word "mule" does not refer to an animal, but to a profession.

They are the lowest-ranking members who specialize in transporting goods for drug cartels.

They smuggled contraband through checkpoints using their bodies or vehicles.

As for why it's called a mule, and not a horse or something else...

It's because mules are cheap and worthless.

Once these people are arrested, they face decades in prison, and the drug cartels won't even hire a lawyer for them.

That legal fee is enough to hire several more mules...

Qi Yun walked over and used the barrel of his gun to push away the driver's hand that was covering his head.

The other person looked to be in his forties, with dark skin.

Name: Sansos Hernandez;

Sin value: 80;

Crimes: Transporting contraband, smuggling...

"Sir, please... I have three children at home, the youngest is only four years old..." the driver pleaded, trembling.

Qi Yun stared at the driver for two seconds, then suddenly had another idea.

"How much money can you earn on this job?"

The driver looked up fearfully, swallowed hard, and said, "One...ten thousand pesos."

"Do you want this money?"

The driver froze, then knelt down without hesitation: "Sir, I'll do anything if you can spare me!"

Seeing that the other party was a smart person, Qi Yun decided to save himself the trouble of saying anything.

"Go to the police station on First Avenue now and report that you were coerced by the Crippled Gang to transport drugs, and then tell the police what happened here."

"If the police ask about our identities, just say you heard someone shout 'Van der Bang'."

"You've been hiding here, and we haven't found you. Do you understand?"

"Huh?" The driver was a little confused, trying to process what Qi Yun had said.

Qi Yun glanced at him: "Do as I say, and you'll not only get 10,000 pesos, but you'll also get a tip-off reward from the police."

The driver's eyes widened, and he hesitated, "But...the crippled gang will kill me! They'll kill my whole family!"

"Everyone here is dead, and you're the only one still alive. Do you think the Crippled Gang will let you and your family go?" Qi Yun said coldly.

The driver's face turned deathly pale upon hearing this.

Qi Yun stood up and sighed, "The Crippled Gang will soon be gone. You can still call your family to hide now."

"Of course, you can also choose to refuse."

The bull beside him pulled the bolt, and with a click, the metallic clang of the bullet being chambered was particularly jarring.

The driver trembled and hurriedly shouted, "I'll do it! I'll do it! I'll go call the police right now!"

"Smart." Qi Yun pulled out several hundred-dollar bills from his pocket. "This is your reward."

"Razor, take him to the police station entrance."

Razor nodded expressionlessly, grabbed the driver by the collar, and walked out.

After the two drove away in a drug dealer's car, Qi Yun also told Bull to retreat.

After getting into the car, Bull patted his bulletproof vest and pulled a deformed bullet from the side of his ribs.

It must have been hit when they rushed into the warehouse.

Normally, even if you're wearing a bulletproof vest, being shot like that would at least result in a large bruise, if not a broken rib.

But the burly man didn't utter a sound and continued fighting as if nothing had happened.

Qi Yun glanced at him, frowned, and asked, "Are you alright?"

"No big deal. If you hadn't prepared the bulletproof vest, I could have taken a break and gotten paid for nothing." Bull grinned, not taking it seriously at all.

"You and Razor will each receive a reward of two thousand dollars for the operation just now." Qi Yun was in a good mood. The plan went very smoothly, and he had gained nearly two thousand points.

"Thank you, Boss! You're the most considerate and generous boss I've ever met!" Bull praised without reservation.

Qi Yun smiled and started the car, then took out his phone and handed it to Bull, asking him to dial Carlos's number.

"Chief, I just successfully dismantled a drug trafficking ring's hideout..."

"Now I will proceed with the next step..."

...

Half an hour later, at the police station on First Avenue.

"Officer, I'm telling the truth. I was really coerced by the 'Crippled Gang.' They threatened me with my family. They said they would kill my whole family if I didn't deliver goods for them!" The driver played the victim role very well.

Two police officers were sitting opposite him. One was taking a statement, while the other had already stood up. "My stomach hurts a little. I'm going to the restroom and I'll be right back."

The policeman in charge of taking notes glanced at him, nodded, and then asked the driver, "So you mean, the Vander gang robbed the goods and killed all the lame gang members?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The driver cried and snot streamed down his face. "I heard someone shout 'Vander Gang scum,' and I think those people are from the Vander Gang."

While the interrogation was taking place inside, the policeman who had just gone to the restroom went straight to the third-floor action team leader's office instead of using the restroom.

"Captain, someone's here..." The policeman pushed open the door and quickly repeated the driver's words.

Harris had been leaning back in his chair, listening casually.

But when he heard that Van der's gang had robbed the goods and killed all the members of the Crippled Gang, he sat up abruptly, his face instantly turning grim.

The crippled gang gives him a share of the sales revenue each month. Stealing the crippled gang's goods is like stealing his money!

"Are you sure it's the Van der Werner gang?"

Sensing Harris's anger, the policeman replied in a low voice, "That's what the mule said."

"Is there any other evidence?"

"No..."

Harris gritted his teeth and waved his hand, saying, "You can go out now."

"Yes."

After his men left, Harris immediately grabbed his phone from the table and dialed the number of Antonio, the leader of the Crippled Gang.