The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

The sudden gunshot instantly heightened the tension in the room.

The two groups of men waiting outside rushed in, drawing their guns and pointing them at each other.

The bearded man dared to come to the negotiations not alone; he brought a large group of his underlings.

"Antonio! You're trying to trick me?!" The bearded man, protected by his underlings, angrily questioned Antonio.

A fierce battle was about to break out.

Antonio immediately raised his hand, signaling his men not to move.

"It wasn't me!" Antonio explained, his face dark, while glancing at a henchman by the door, "Go see what's going on!"

The man quickly left.

Just then, someone's phone rang inside. After listening for two seconds, the person answered and urgently said to Antonio, "Boss! It's the Van der Gang! It's them calling!"

Van der Bang?

Antonio's face turned ashen upon hearing this.

I didn't seek revenge, but they attacked me first?!

The bearded man was also stunned. He slowly lowered the gun he was holding and stared at Antonio. "You fucking messed with the Van der Gang?"

Antonio did not answer again, but immediately led his men out.

Gunfire intensified on the street, growing louder and closer. By the time Antonio led his men outside, they saw their own troops retreating steadily.

There were at least eight or nine cars coming straight at us.

Leading the way were three modified pickup trucks, each with people standing in the cargo bed, firing AKs wildly.

People in the convoy behind were also leaning half their bodies out of the car windows and firing at anyone they saw.

On both sides of the street, several lame gang members were swept to the ground.

"Damn it!" Antonio cursed, quickly retreating behind the door. A volley of bullets swept across the spot where he had just been standing, leaving a row of holes in the door.

"Fight back! Fight back!"

"Help me! I've been shot!"

"....."

The streets were filled with shouts and chaos.

The Van der Gang members were clearly there to kill Antonio. They didn't waste any time; their objective was clear. After dealing with the people on the street, the convoy headed straight for the entrance to the Crippled Gang's headquarters.

A hail of bullets rained down like a storm, while grenades were thrown at the warehouse entrance.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two grenades exploded at the doorway, sparks and fragments flying everywhere.

The two henchmen who couldn't dodge in time were thrown into the air by the blast wave and crashed heavily into a car next to them, where they remained motionless.

Antonio lay on the ground, his ears ringing, his vision filled with dust.

He shook his head, propped himself up and looked outside. The Van der Gang members had gotten out of the car and were pressing towards them with guns in hand; there were at least thirty of them.

"Da da da—!"

Gunfire erupted.

One of his trusted men dragged Antonio back, while simultaneously firing his submachine gun at the doorway.

Antonio was dragged against the wall, panting heavily, and picked up an AK from the ground to fight back.

Because of the indiscriminate firing by the Van der gang, the men brought by the bearded man were also trapped and died in the warehouse, suffering an undeserved disaster; several people have already died tragically.

This guy got angry too, and roared as he joined the counterattack.

"Damn it! Open fire! Kill them all!"

His men began to fight back, and the firepower in the warehouse increased significantly in a short time.

The Van der Gang members, who were about to storm in, were blocked at the door.

They fired at each other from a distance of twenty or thirty meters, bullets flying everywhere and screams echoing.

As time went on, reinforcements from the Crippled Gang arrived one after another and began to flank the road from both sides.

The Van der Gang members found themselves caught in the middle, surrounded by enemies on all sides, and the pressure suddenly increased, causing them to panic.

If it weren't for the bearded guy and his gang, they might have already used their numerical advantage to storm the warehouse and defeat Antonio.

But now the opportunity is gone.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

Someone tried to get in the car and run away, but as soon as they stood up, they were riddled with bullets from both directions.

Someone was hiding behind a car when a grenade blew them up.

The situation began to reverse, and in the blink of an eye, five or six members of Van der's gang fell.

Seeing this, Antonio decided to stop hiding and ordered his men to launch a counterattack, grabbing AKs and charging out.

"Dry them to death!"

The henchmen behind him roared and followed.

The bearded man also led his men out to fight, determined to wipe out all those bastards outside.

With forces from both sides pressing outwards simultaneously, Van der's gang completely collapsed.

Seeing that most of the people he brought were dead or wounded and there was no way to escape, the leader shouted that he wanted to negotiate.

"Cease fire! Ceasefire!"

"Let's talk!"

However, Antonio clearly had no intention of giving him that chance, and the gun continued to spew fire.

"I'll talk shit!"

"Da da da—!"

In no time, the men brought by Van der Werner were either dead or wounded, and only the leader remained standing.

Antonio deliberately left them alive so he could find out why the Van der Gang had attacked.

He walked over with his AK and smashed the man's head with the butt of the rifle, causing the man to stagger and fall to the ground.

Then he stomped on the head several times, kicking the guy until his face was covered in blood.

Antonio crouched down and roughly grabbed the other man's hair. "Who sent you?"

Blood and froth were gushing from the man's mouth, his eyes glazed over from the beating: "M...Miguel."

Upon confirming that it was Miguel, the leader of Van der Werner's gang, Antonio was filled with rage.

They robbed his goods, killed his men, and now they've actually come to his doorstep.

I swear I will not rest until I avenge this humiliation!

He raised his gun, ready to execute the man.

"Cough...cough cough, let...let me go, we can talk about you stealing our goods tonight, but if you kill me, you'll have to pay with your life." The man said intermittently.

"I stole your goods?!" Antonio frowned, his hand hesitating slightly before pulling the trigger.

Explain yourself!

The man coughed up blood and looked at Antonio: "Ha, what are you saying? You still won't admit it?"

"Some of us saw it was done by the lame gang. You left a body at the scene and didn't take it with you..."

Antonio was stunned.

He was quite certain that the leaders were all at the base tonight, so it was impossible for anyone to rob the Van der Gang's goods; moreover, his men wouldn't do it without his orders.

There's only one truth: someone is framing us!

He immediately recalled the incident a few days ago when his goods were stolen.

The mule claimed it was done by Vander's gang, but unfortunately Harris didn't hand the man over for interrogation...

It's obvious that someone is trying to sow discord!

They want to incite conflict between the Crippled Gang and the Van der Gang!

That person has now achieved their goal...

Who is behind this?

A name popped into Antonio's mind.

His gut feeling told him it must be that damn cop!

He already knew that Qi Yun was colluding with the Black Panther Gang.

"I will definitely kill you!" Antonio gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury.

If Qi Yun appeared in front of him right now, he swore he would tear him apart alive!

suddenly!

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a shriek echoed through the quiet street.

Antonio suddenly turned his head—

A streak of fire, trailing a flame, grew larger and larger in his pupils...