The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

If I remember correctly, the action team consisted of about thirty people...

Malcolm said on the phone earlier that the Cripples Gang suddenly had thirty more people.

Right.

Qi Yun initially thought it was some small gang getting involved, but he didn't expect it to be that bastard Harris again.

This guy has done this kind of thing more than once before; the action team has become his personal army.

We must find a chance to get rid of him! Keeping him around will only cause trouble sooner or later.

Carlos noticed the change in Qi Yun's expression, turned around, and said quietly, "Do you know why I haven't touched him?"

Qi Yun realized who Carlos was referring to, frowned, and replied, "Stable?"

He had warned Harris about the problem in his office before, but judging from Carlos's reaction at the time, it seemed he already knew.

"Stability is only one aspect," Carlos shook his head, his tone somewhat helpless. "More importantly, he has powerful backers."

"At headquarters, there's a deputy director in charge of logistics who is Harris's sister's husband."

So that's why he has a brother-in-law who's a deputy bureau chief. No wonder he dares to be so unscrupulous.

Qi Yun wasn't too surprised after hearing this; he had seen too many similar things in his previous life.

"So...Chief, you can't touch him?" Qi Yun stared at Carlos. "You must have your own connections, right?"

That's almost certain, otherwise Harris would be in the branch office chief's position now.

Carlos remained silent, seemingly somewhat downcast.

Qi Yun waited for two seconds, and seeing that he did not answer, she did not ask any further questions.

The fact that Carlos was willing to tell him these things proves that he considers him one of his own.

As for why he didn't answer the last question, perhaps there's something he can't say...

Since Carlos can't move, I'll do it myself!

Who cares about his brother-in-law being a deputy bureau chief? If he dares to show up, we'll take him down too!

It is entirely for the benefit of the people to rid them of this scourge.

"I'm leaving." Seeing that the work on site was almost finished, Carlos waved and prepared to leave.

Qi Yun accompanied him out. "Chief, there's something else. You promised to help me with the official police officer position..."

He planned to reserve two spots for Razor and Bull, just in case they needed to move around later.

Although hired police officers also have certain law enforcement powers, they are very limited; actions such as home searches and handling suspects must be carried out in full compliance with the authority of a formal police officer.

After all, they are acting in a just manner, and their actions must be legally sound.

"How many do you want?"

"two."

"Okay, have someone send the file over tomorrow."

Carlos readily agreed, which meant he had truly acknowledged Qi Yun's abilities.

After seeing Carlos off, Qi Yun was preparing to return to the checkpoint when he saw another car drive up and stop in front of him.

The car window rolled down, revealing a black face. I'd seen him last night; he was one of Malcolm's henchmen.

"Sheriff, this is a gift the bishop asked me to give you." The black man handed over a handbag.

Qi Yun took the bag, unzipped it, and glanced inside.

Good heavens, it's all 1000-peso notes, and it probably weighs about ten kilograms.

He swallowed quietly, and said calmly, "Please thank the bishop for me."

The Black man nodded, started the car, and drove off.

Qi Yun carried the bag back to the checkpoint and called Bull and Razor to the dormitory.

The two men's eyes widened when they saw the large bag of banknotes.

Qi Yun threw the bag onto the bed: "We agreed before that you two would each take 10% of the spoils from each operation. Here's ten million pesos, one million each. Take it yourselves."

"Didn't we get no loot in this battle?" Razor asked, puzzled.

"I previously informed Malcolm to raid the Crippled Gang's hideout, and he's the one who delivered this money."

Seeing that Qi Yun said this, Razor didn't ask any more questions. He stepped forward, counted out ten bundles from the bag, and stuffed them into his backpack.

The bull bared its teeth and did as it was told.

The two had only been working with Qi Yun for a few days, but their income had already exceeded what they had earned in a whole year before. They were absolutely thrilled.

"Are we going to see that guy again tonight?" Razor casually tossed his backpack onto the top bunk of the bunk bed, sat down, and asked Qi Yun.

"Of course!" Qi Yun replied without hesitation, "He must be dealt with. I don't want him to see the sun rise tomorrow!"

Tonight's attack was instigated by Francisco, who also wanted to use the Crippled Gang to get rid of him, but unfortunately, he failed.

Since he himself is not dead, he must die tonight.

Qi Yun disliked the old-fashioned notion of "a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years," preferring instead to seek revenge immediately.

"Then I'll go find Hector and ask him where that guy lives?" Razor stroked his chin, his mind working quickly.

"Can."

Hector is a pragmatic man, and after this experience, I believe he will make the right choice.

"Just deal with him alone," Qi Yun added.

"Understood," Razor replied, then pushed open the door and went out.

Qi Yun took out his cigarette case, lit one, and looked at Bulls, asking, "I'd like to add some more manpower to our team. Do you have any suitable candidates?"

The team still has two spots left, and we can't let them go to waste.

"Hmm..." Bull thought for a moment, scratching his forehead as he replied, "I'll discuss it with Razor when he gets back; maybe we can screen out one or two trustworthy ones..."

...

Meanwhile, Antonio has returned to his hideout, which was raided by the Black Panthers.

He looked at the mess on the ground, panting heavily, feeling worse than if he had eaten shit.

In just a few days, the Crippled Gang suffered a series of setbacks, losing at least half of its manpower. The last bit of goods they had left were also stolen by the Black Panther Gang, leaving them severely weakened.

And all of this is because of that cop named Qi Yun!

He wanted nothing more than to tear that guy to pieces right now...

There was also incorrect intelligence provided by Francisco!

If it weren't for that bastard, I wouldn't have led my men to attack the checkpoint tonight, and our hideout wouldn't have been attacked by the Black Panther Gang...

Thinking this, Antonio gritted his teeth and dialed a number. As soon as the call connected, he burst out cursing, "You damn bastard! Didn't you say the checkpoint was completely undefended?! Why do they have machine guns?!"

"Tell me! Why!"

Francisco on the other end of the phone was completely dumbfounded by those few arrogant words. He knew nothing about what happened afterward, and had even started thinking about how to take back control of the checkpoint the next day.

"W-what machine gun? No... that's impossible..." Francisco's voice was weak.

"You idiot! You're dead! Your whole family will pay for your stupidity!" Antonio practically roared the last sentence.

He was fed up with the other man's nonsense, slammed his phone to the ground, and ordered his trembling henchmen behind him, "Go and wipe out his entire family right now! Go now!"

"Yes...yes, boss!" The henchmen quickly left.

...

Meanwhile, after learning the news from Hector, Razor immediately drove to his destination—the racecourse area.

Most of the residents here are middle class. Although there are drug trafficking groups, they are not as numerous as in the North District and the slums. There is only one faction here, so the security is relatively better.

Razor parked the car on the side of the road, got out, and looked at Francisco's apartment building with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Flames shot skyward, and thick smoke billowed...