the world is at stake

Ma Keshi suddenly stood up, his mind agitated endlessly.The angel and the devil in his heart stood on his shoulders, one kept him calm, and the other urged him to take action immediately.

At the moment in Juarez, a gang of hundreds of gunmen is gathering.They came from all over the city by car and assembled under the command of their respective leaders.

Some people climbed up the wall to look at it from a distance, and some people walked across the streets and alleys and gradually approached.There are also people holding their mobile phones and poking their heads around the corner of the street, what are they talking about?

Prompted by Will, Zhou Qingfeng left the roof of the casino.Like a vigorous cheetah, he walked through dilapidated bungalows and approached his enemy from the side.

A small group of gangster gunmen were running quickly through the alley, their chaotic footsteps and rapid breathing attracted Zhou Qingfeng to stop and stay.While they were walking forward, they suddenly bumped into a figure jumping out from the side.

The figure stared at the fourth member of the Gunners team and kicked him down heavily.Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the fifth person who was following behind, and the person who pulled him knocked down the third person in the line.

When the two gunmen in front turned their heads, a dagger was thrown out, hitting the second man's chest until it lost its handle.When the gunman at the front wanted to move again, the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at him.

A five-man team was dealt with in a matter of breath.

The fat and thin combination who can be called the second general of Humha jumped out cheerfully, controlled the dizzy gangster gunmen on the ground, and disarmed them.

Zhou Qingfeng, the gunman, stared at the remaining gunmen, and asked coldly, "Who wants my life?"

The shooter was very young, in his twenties.Facing Zhou Qingfeng, he hesitated and said, "I am Boss Desailly's subordinate."

Rogge stood behind Zhou Qingfeng, and said in a deep voice, "Desailly of Juarez is quite a gang leader. The biggest thing he has done is to build a school for Juarez."

"Building a school? A gang leader pretending to be a philanthropist?" Zhou Qingfeng thought he had guessed the answer.

Rogge shook his head, and said angrily: "No... Desailly didn't build the school for charity, he just likes to recruit teenage high school students as his subordinates. It's cheap, easy to use, and easy to control.

In addition, the school's playground is a slaughterhouse. Seven middle school students who scolded him online were buried and all were beheaded.Don't underestimate the kid in front of you, a shooter of this age has no scruples about killing people, and he is more fierce than anyone else. "

The gunman, who was still showing weakness, widened his eyes and stared at Rogge angrily, as if saying, 'Fatty, I remember you'.

"Who else?" Zhou Qingfeng asked with a close look.

"And the cartels," the gunman replied.He raised his neck to express his fearlessness, but just looked at the corpse on the ground, and was a little timid.

"'Mule' Cartel." Roger snorted twice, "This guy's nickname comes from the fact that he likes to find illegal immigrants for human drug transportation. He provides one-third of the drugs on the East Coast, and he can earn more than 20 billion a year. Dollar."

"Is there any more?" Zhou Qingfeng continued to ask.

"I only know that these two bosses are here," the gunman replied.

"where are they?"

"I don't know, I just got called by the phone."

The gunman's eyes rolled wildly, and he heard another sound of chaotic footsteps nearby. Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng seemed to be distracted, he immediately turned his head and ran away, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Mar Keshi is here."

The imitation 'Uzi' in Rogge's hand twitched a few times, and several bullets shot into the target's back.

Zhou Qingfeng walked in the direction of the footsteps, he was destined to do something big again this time.

The gangsters are the most annoying!

"Cannonball"

Author's Note: In the middle of the nineteenth century, the Indian aristocrats rioted, and the British used artillery to execute them.The third brother has true love for Britain.

Chapter 065 Bewitched

Juárez has a population of nearly 150 million, but most are abjectly poor.

In the 90s and [-]s, relying on the investment of American businessmen, Juarez used to have a good manufacturing industry.But after East Asian economies developed, jobs in cities were easily taken away.

Poverty naturally brings chaos, and drug trafficking has become the only way out for many people. This is an unsolvable problem.

In order to curb the drug trade, many departments such as CIA, FBI and DEA in the United States have tried their best.For example, flying a plane to transport drugs by yourself, rejecting middlemen to make a difference.

Desailly, who "built the school", was the first to be attacked by the US law enforcement agencies. His business was repeatedly disrupted, and even his son died at the hands of an American named Marco.

I thought that Marco would never come to Mexico again in this life, but I didn't expect the Virgin Mary to open his eyes, and the murderer and enemy came again swaggeringly.

After hearing the news, Desailly commanded his men to go all out.In his mansion, he opened a big cash box full of banknotes, brandishing a pistol to encourage those ten-year-old stunned men.

Whoever can kill Marco will get $1000 million.

For young Mexicans, there are too few opportunities for advancement, reading is useless, and life is extremely hopeless.If you want to make money, you either go to the Yankee's farm to pick cotton and tomatoes, or you sell drugs and prostitute.

The attraction of 1000 million US dollars is fatal, and a lot of young gangsters are screaming for it.Lengtouqing never knows the seriousness, just a little agitation will make his blood boil.

In order to show his will to revenge, Desailly even invited reporters.In the living room of his mansion, he opened the cash box full of banknotes and shouted into the camera:

"Anyone can participate in this hunt, and anyone can take the money. No matter who it is, as long as Marco is killed, the 100 million will belong to him."

With the help of the media and social networks, the influence of the event has suddenly increased.

The news of the reward spread quickly across the barriers of time and space to the whole world.Netizens like to watch the excitement most, and the topic quickly heated up.

Audiences elsewhere just have something new to talk about, but for the poor in Juárez, $1000 million is enough to change the fate of the whole family and is irresistible.

There are too many jealous people.

Desailly is a notorious gang leader, but at this moment he is facing the camera with a shiny face, clapping a box full of banknotes at his hand, and shouting loudly:

"People in Juarez, do you want to make this money? Do you want this $1000 million? If you want to kill Marcos, if you want to call me.

Marco is in Juarez, don't let him leave, don't let him run away.There is also a reward for notifying the bastard's location, anyone who dares to cover him will be my enemy. "

What Desailly said was so decisive that it caused countless people in the city to be ups and downs.He also took out a photo of Marco so that everyone in the city could see his face clearly.

Most people don't know Zhou Qingfeng's location, but many residents around the casino have seen him, and even warned him with a rifle.

When Desailly's words spread rapidly with the radio and TV publicity, there were always some daring guys coming out of the house, grabbing guns to make the money.

Even if you don't dare to go to the street, it is also a way to lie on the window with your eyes wide open to observe the movement outside. Just make a phone call to report the location of 'Ma Keshi', and you will also get money.

Zhou Qingfeng was still ignorant of this, he had just killed the second team of gunmen who fanatically outflanked, and turned around to help Roger throw four or five large handbags into the compartment of a truck.

In the handbag was the casino loot, full of precious cash.

All three of Fatty got into the car, but they were not in a hurry to leave.Because the roads near the casino are blocked, it is extremely dangerous to act rashly.

Zhou Qingfeng took away a handbag full of weapons, which were left by the casino security guards and previous gangster gunmen.There are more than [-] guns, with two to three thousand rounds of ammunition.

These firearms and ammunition weigh more than 100 kilograms, exceeding Zhou Qingfeng's weight.He felt strenuous when he lifted it up, mainly because his body was unbalanced.

"Keep in touch, and you will leave after I attract the attention of the gangsters." Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand and motioned for Rogge to raise the window before he turned around.

At this moment, apart from the big handbag he was carrying, Uncle Zhou was holding the imitation 'Uzi' in one hand, and had a strap hanging around his neck.

There are four revolvers of different calibers on his waist, various magazines and quick loaders on his belt, two shotguns and two bullet belts on his back.

Under the setting sun, the shadow of Zhou Qingfeng in full armor stretched.His majestic appearance has never been seen before. It doesn't look like he is going to fight against gangsters at all, but he looks like he is participating in a fire carnival.

In order to attract the attention of gangster gunmen, he deliberately showed a small face on the road, then rushed into the streets and ran quickly, mobilizing opponents to follow.

Unexpectedly, the gangster gunman did not appear. A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties walked out of a poor house, with a rough face and a desolate appearance, but he was holding a double-barreled shotgun in his hand, and stared at Zhou with his teeth gritted. Qingfeng.

"You are Marcos worth 1000 million dollars?"

The middle-aged man asked twice in Spanish and English.His wife and daughter stood at the door of the crooked broken house, hugging each other, uneasy.

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't understand Spanish, but it wasn't difficult to understand human nature, so he instantly figured out what was going on.It seems that the head of the family wants to fight for wealth, and the wife and daughter are both worried and somewhat hopeful.

"Ten million dollars? Who offered the price?"

There was no response to this rhetorical question, and the rough man's muzzle, which had been hanging down, suddenly raised his gun, wanting to strike first.But Uzi's muzzle danced briskly, and three short bursts hit him in the chest.

This duel was doomed from the start.The man's wife and daughter let out mournful cries and threw themselves on the fallen body.

Zhou Qingfeng went over to collect the weapon, and found that the shotgun had no bullets at all, and the bolt was even broken.He poked the gun in half, shook his head and said, "Don't make such a joke next time, 1000 million dollars is not easy to make."

But the rough man's actions seemed to be a signal, and people's heads appeared indistinctly in the streets and alleys where Zhou Qingfeng walked.They didn't dare to look at Zhou Qingfeng directly, but they became bold and cruel behind their backs.

When Zhou Qingfeng walked through a half-closed house, a middle-aged woman jumped out from behind the door, grabbed a large-caliber revolver and aimed at his back.

But Zhou Qingfeng turned around faster than expected, and 'Uzi' shot again in short bursts, hitting the middle-aged woman in the chest.But the fall of the middle-aged woman was only the beginning, and more people rushed out in the streets.

Men and women, old and young, the residents with different faces seem to be crazy.Their grimy faces are full of excitement, and there is only 'walking $1000 million' in their eyes.

Everyone is worried that others will be the first to emerge, not to be outdone.

The short bursts of the 'Uzi' became very rapid and the chug chug continued. The 25-round magazine quickly emptied.But more and more enemies appeared.

People are crazy, no one cares about justice and morality, let alone dignity and right or wrong.A group of extremely impoverished gangster victims accept the reward offered by the gang leader instead, and they all work together as minions.

What an absurd scene.

Zhou Qingfeng sighed inwardly, let go of the 'Uzi' in his hand, then grabbed a .[-] revolver stuck in his waist, and quickly broke into the half-closed door.

Evil is in power, and there is no distinction between right and wrong, such is the nature of backward countries.I'm afraid this massacre will last for a long time.

Chapter 067

Juarez, La Mision neighborhood.

The news disseminated by the media made the residents of the neighborhood feel uneasy.

The men loaded their guns and hurried to nearby bars and churches.The women greeted their children and stopped running around.

Mob boss Desailly is spouting nonsense on TV, arrogantly demanding that the people of the city pay 1000 million dollars to kill.His greasy face was ferocious and cunning, and he completely ignored public authority.

Shops and schools began to close, pedestrians headed home, and cars on the roads dwindled rapidly.Everyone panicked and hurried on their feet.A feeling of unease is spreading, fearing that something terrible is about to happen.

A middle-aged man was walking down the street with a gun.He looked around cautiously, and hastily pushed open the greasy door of the neighborhood tavern.

There were noisily crowded the tavern with no. 30 people, and the bartender was distributing ammunition behind the bar.Hearing the doorbell ding-dong, seeing someone coming in, he asked quickly, "How's the situation outside?"

The middle-aged man was a little out of breath. He went to the bar and ordered a glass of rum to moisten his throat. Then he replied to the residents of the neighborhood gathered in the tavern:

"1000 million dollars, those poor ghosts are going crazy. They ran out from their homes, markets, and factories, and they really went to encircle and suppress 'Marco Shi'.

But this group of people couldn't find their target at all, they just ran around in groups.

I come from the Vista block, and the street is full of red-eyed poor people.Everyone they saw, their tempers became extremely surly, and they got angry easily. "

The "middle class" people living in the La Mision neighborhood are often shopkeepers, teachers, doctors, drivers, government employees, or the outskirts of gangs.They are not as good as the real rich, and they have a sense of superiority in the face of a large number of bottom people.

Desailly's '[-] million reward' did not impress the hearts of the middle class.At least they were more sensible, but worried that the gathered poor ghosts would make trouble.

After all, the latter are huge in number.

People at the bottom have always had divided interests, and it is difficult to work hard for the same goal.

But this time is different, the hot-headed poor ghosts have gathered a sufficient number, if they are stimulated a little more, God knows what they will do?

The bounty is not so easy to get, but it is obviously easier to grab one when you take the opportunity.

"Is it useful to call the police? Tell the government to send military police quickly." Someone in the tavern asked anxiously.

This proposal sparked disdainful laughter, and the bartender replied seriously: "Can we still count on the police? It would be good if the police in the city don't take this opportunity to blackmail us."

During the commotion, piercing gunshots sounded outside the tavern.Glass shattered somewhere in the street, very close.

The few people by the window quickly squatted down and bowed their heads. After a while, they looked out in panic, wanting to know what happened?

A dozen restless poor people appeared on the street opposite the tavern, grabbing weapons and rushing to another street.They shot into the sky randomly, bluffing and screaming was very scary, and they didn't know what they were doing.

There were still a small number of pedestrians on the street. When they encountered this group of 'bounty hunters', they were so frightened that their legs limp.

After a while, another person rushed into the tavern, sweating profusely, and shouted: "Is there a doctor? Where is the doctor at the clinic? Many people in our neighborhood have been shot and need a doctor."

The doctor in the tavern did not stand up, but shrank back.

The bartender grabbed a shotgun and asked the caller with a tense face, "Is there a riot?"

The help-seeker looked anxious, "Riot? No, it was Marcos who came. The 'gang buster' Marcos really came. He was two streets away and was exchanging fire with a group of gunmen.

Several shops in our block were damaged in the firefight, and some people were injured by stray bullets. "

There was an uproar in the tavern.

The bartender asked again: "The Americans came to sweep up the gangs in Juarez again? How many people came?"

"I don't know, the situation is chaotic. But there are already casualties." The help-seeker looked anxious and asked repeatedly: "Is there a doctor here? The wounded are bleeding, and they will die if they don't receive treatment."

The doctor at the neighborhood clinic refused to stand up easily. He hid behind the crowd and shouted: "I can't go back to the clinic now, but I have a medical kit with me so I can give first aid in the tavern."

The help-seeker gritted his teeth but had nothing to do with the doctor. He could only turn his head and leave the tavern, trying to get the injured over.But he never came back after he left.

A few minutes later, there were several more cars on the street, jumping off dozens of gangster gunmen and red-eyed poor people eager to get rich.

The people in the tavern were even more frightened. They quickly blocked the door with tables and chairs, and closed the windows with wooden boards, leaving only some gaps to observe the outside.

The movement on the street quickly became chaotic and noisy.Gunshots, howls, footsteps, engines, all kinds of sounds come and go, a living chaos of survival.

At least hundreds of gunmen came from all directions, and they seemed to believe that the target was in the Lamision neighborhood, and wanted to win the 'ten million reward'.

Gunshots came and went, far or near, without stopping.