the world is at stake

The bartender is confident that the tavern is strong enough, and the two NO.30 people and the gun should be able to save their lives and property.He huddled behind a crack in the window, watching the movement on the street nervously.

The gunmen are like a tide, going east for a while, and going west for a while.Obviously, these guys didn't have too accurate information, and they were mobilized as soon as they heard any news.

The people in the tavern spent the most flustered half an hour, gradually discussing the current situation calmly.

"How many Americans have come?"

"If there were many people, Desailly would have been caught long ago. If there were few people, why hasn't it ended yet?"

This is not the first time that the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration has cooperated with Mexico to catch big drug lords.The intervention of real powerful forces has always been unfavorable, and drug lords are no more difficult to catch than chickens.

But this time the situation was very different.

The bartender swallowed his saliva in front of the window, and couldn't help thinking—if that Marco happened to escape in front of him, and he shot him dead, would he really be able to get a reward of 1000 million US dollars?

There is no 1000 million, 100 million is fine!

You must know that a taxi in downtown Juárez is only one or two dollars, and you can have a lunch for two or three dollars. The price is very cheap.

For most Mexicans, $100 million is enough to sell their soul.

While these thoughts were flying, a wounded gunman staggered out of the corner of the street.

The doors and windows of the tavern were more than the bartender. Many people saw this scene, and there was an uproar again, causing more people to be suspicious and inquired.

The wounded gunman was shot in the abdomen, bleeding profusely.He holds the gun in one hand and holds his stomach with the other, but a wobbly length of...

"Guts!"

The doctor hiding in the tavern exclaimed, his tone distorted.It wasn't the first time he saw a gunshot wound, nor was it the first time he experienced a gunfight, but it was the first time he saw someone walking around with their stomachs broken.

The wounded gunman walked slowly and with great difficulty.

He tried his best to hold back the internal organs that were leaking from his abdomen, but he couldn't hold back his own life that was passing away quickly.He glanced in the direction of the tavern and opened his mouth to call for help, but the weak voice was probably not even heard by himself.

Blood dripped under the footsteps of the wounded gunman, forming a trail of blood.In just a short distance of more than ten meters, he seemed to have walked his whole life.

Even the people in the tavern were frightened.

Some people felt dizzy and couldn't bear to see it, so they could only leave through the gap in front of the window.Another person came forward to watch out of curiosity, and after a while, his face was also pale, and he ran to the bathroom to vomit.

The injured gunman seemed to understand that his life was coming to an end. When another steady footstep came from behind him, he gritted his teeth and turned his head, raising his pistol.

bang...

A slug from a shotgun hit the wounded gunman in the head.The super-large caliber warhead shot into the face bone, as if a watermelon had been shot, and the whole head exploded.

Blood splashes.

Out of the corner of the street comes a real lunatic with a ferocious spirit.His body was splattered with blood, and he scanned the street with invincibility.With a slight twist of his wrist, he loaded the lever-action shotgun with one hand with a crisp click sound.

Everyone in the tavern looked at him, as if suffering a mental shock.Each one's heart tightened, and they backed away from the doors and windows in fright, but they held their breath and did not dare to make any sound.

This 1000 million US dollars is really not easy to earn.

Chapter 068 Multi-Party Gathering

Fuhrman's suburban villa in Baltimore.

The old man was sleeping in the rocking chair in the living room, covered with a blanket.There was a crackling fire in the fireplace, and the house was warm.The news was broadcast on the TV, but the old man couldn't hear it because he took off his hearing aid.

Satomi was holding a bunch of clothes to throw into the washing machine in the basement.When she passed by the living room, she heard something like 'Mexico, Juarez' on the TV, so she stopped to pay attention.

Not long after, the Japanese girl screamed loudly, "Sophie, come quickly. Victor has made a big mess again. This bastard will not be able to rest in Mexico."

The French girl on the second floor didn't respond.

On the contrary, a few green girls who were being trained in the villa heard the shout and rushed to see the surprise.They were running so loudly that Fuhrman felt the vibrations from the floor, opened his eyes, and put on his hearing aids.

"What happened?" The old man was still wearing reading glasses, just in time to see the head of 'Marco Shi' on the TV screen.

The news host used an exaggerated tone to connect two irrelevant things-the prime suspect in the Congress bombing, 'Marco', fled to Juarez, Mexico, and clashed with local gangs.

Due to the convenience and wide spread of information, the people of the United States soon learned a more absurd 'fact'.

The suspect suspected of blowing up the president-elect was actually regarded as a sworn enemy by the Mexican gangs. He was probably a hero involved in cross-border anti-narcotics in the past, and he is currently in a hidden state.

"According to the latest news, many gangs in Juarez have offered rewards, among which the famous drug lord Desailly even offered 1000 million US dollars in cash to encourage the people of the city to hunt and kill Marco.

According to reports from the reporters ahead, fierce gangster gun battles have already taken place in Juárez, resulting in a large number of casualties.The law and order environment is rapidly deteriorating.

The local people are worried that large-scale hatred and revenge will trigger riots throughout the city.

It is currently unknown what caused Marcos to appear in Juárez.We have contacted the FBI and the Drug Enforcement Administration, but the officials have not provided any information and have remained silent.

But the operation was not official, according to whispers from well-informed sources who spoke on condition of anonymity.This made the incident even more confusing.We will continue to follow up the progress of this incident and make the most timely reports. "

From the beginning of listening to the report, Fuhrman's eyes widened and he yelled.

The old man struggled to get up from the rocking chair, waved his hands, and shouted: "Traitors, gangsters, fierce battles, all these interesting elements have been collected, how can such fun things not take me?"

When the girls turned their heads, the old man had already gone tremblingly to pack his luggage.

At the same time, at Bureau G's headquarters in Washington, DC, Deputy Director Harden, who guided Zhou Qingfeng to Juarez, was paying attention to the same news.The information he received was more detailed.

The assistant reported in a whisper: "We've been in touch with Veterans Affairs and the real Marcos is in Newark.

Juárez Airport provided us with monitoring, and we found a suspect named 'Rogge', and we can judge that the person who appeared in Mexico is most likely faked by Victor. "

At the end, the assistant asked: "Juárez is very chaotic now. The gang has mobilized hundreds of gunmen to besiege Victor. Should we send someone?"

Harden gritted his teeth and nodded heavily, "You can't take this kid lightly, he is far stronger than imagined. Those gangsters may not be his opponents.

Prepare the plane, mobilize the 'hounds', I will go to Juarez myself.Make sure to kill Victor this time and bring back his body.I must uncover the secrets hidden in him. "

The assistant responded, turned and left.

The real Marco is now carrying a big bag and waiting by the runway of a small airport near Newark.

There is no terminal building at the airport, only the deserted wilderness.A small plane turned its propellers and came clanging out of the hangar.

The pilot who flew the plane opened the hatch and shouted to Marcos who boarded the cabin: "Dude, are you really going to Mexico? The gangsters there would like to swallow you alive."

The plane is small and can only seat four people.

Mar Keshi put down the heavy bag, found a seat at random, and said, "I'm curious, who is that bastard who pretended to be me?

This time he used my identity to expose it completely, and he probably won't use it again in the future.I have to go and talk to him while I still have clues.As for the Juarez gang, I never cared. "

The pilot gave a thumbs up and laughed loudly, "Ma Keshi, I knew you wouldn't want to live a quiet life. Sit tight, this journey is a bit long, we have to cross the entire continent."

The hatch closed, and the propellers of the small plane accelerated.

Mar Keshi's eyes were looking at the fast-receding scene outside the window, and his palm was stroking the big bag beside him like a lover, which contained his true love.

In addition to the above-mentioned people, across the Atlantic Ocean, in distant Egypt, several veiled people are loading an oversized cargo box in the name of a 'large antique collection' on a cargo plane that is about to fly to Mexico.

The cargo personnel at the airport are asking loudly about the type of cargo and want to open the box for inspection.But a few people wearing veils took out a hundred dollars and handed it over, and the freight personnel showed their big yellow teeth and happily helped deliver the goods.

On the bill of lading, the model number - AML-90 is filled in the column of 'Large Antique Collection'.

Seeing this model, the freight officer grinned from ear to ear and asked, "What kind of Mexican customer wants to buy this thing? Rebels or gangsters? Is this baby still usable?"

The veiled people didn't speak, they were very silent.They only handed over a hundred dollars in cash again.

The freight officer immediately patted his chest and shouted: "Don't worry, I'm very strict. No one will know. Even this manifest will be burned later."

The second-hand Boeing 707 freighter quickly took off from Cairo's airport and roared into the clouds.

Several people wearing veils paid and were allowed to take off together on the cargo plane.They will cross the ocean with the air cargo, making multiple stops along the way, ending at Juárez Airport.

When people from various parties began to gather towards Juárez, on the outskirts of this gangster city, in a Spanish-style classical courtyard, dozens of members of the Brotherhood lived an extremely monotonous life like ascetic Puritans.

Fraternity members do not have much contact with the outside world, and they never promote their own ideas.They have to go through layers of tests to recruit members, which is very strict.

The 'ascetic monks' conduct military training during the day, read religious classics at night, and work and rest on time and as needed every day, so that outsiders never know who lives in this stronghold.

But with radio and internet, the Brotherhood is not as information-blocked as imagined, and actually pays close attention to the outside world.The gang wars that broke out in Juarez City have already attracted their attention.

While other forces are still very dazed, the Brotherhood's daily duty drones are already hovering over the city.They had locked on the Lamision block where the turmoil was taking place early on, and found the 'Marco' who was scurrying among the buildings.

It was thought that this 'American' would soon be killed by countless gangster gunmen in the city.But the reality is that countless gangster gunmen were killed by him.

This is amazing.

Through personnel within the government, Marco's detailed files have been known to the Brotherhood, and they found that this "American hero" who went to Longtan alone was very suitable for their needs.

The top management of the Brotherhood quickly sent a message, "If possible, contact this Marco. He is exactly the talent we need."

Chapter 069 Abandoned City

It was almost dusk, and the setting sun was like blood on the Mexican plateau.

Under the cover of thick smoke, teams of gangster gunmen are searching house by house.They are very careful with every step, try not to make a sound, and keep in touch with their companions on their mobile phones, avoiding each other's muzzle fire, so as to avoid accidental injury.

The reason for being so cautious is that today's 'bounty hunt' encountered a hard stubble.In just two hours of chasing, more than 30 people were killed or injured.

And the opponent... There is only one person.

Juarez used to have a good manufacturing industry, and Americans invested here, attracting a large number of civilians to come here for employment.But the rise of East Asian industries sent Juárez into hell.

There are no jobs, and a large number of people have moved out of Juarez, resulting in more than 1 vacant bungalows in the city.Because of disrepair for a long time, these abandoned houses are dilapidated and crumbling, like ghosts.

It's going to be dark soon, and in the abandoned city, gangster gunmen without night vision equipment are also blind.They are desperate to find their target as soon as possible before it escapes.

But the gunmen didn't dare to chase too hastily, because the bloody reality showed that their opponents this time could seize almost every chance to kill, and the slightest mistake would result in death.

The smoke from the burning was ignited by gunmen who set fire to any suspected areas in an attempt to force targets out.But the thick smoke didn't do anything. Instead, it obscured the view and caused even greater chaos.

Less than ten meters away from the gunner who was slowly advancing, Zhou Qingfeng was cultivating under the nose of the enemy.He stands in the corner of an abandoned bungalow, bandaging his arm

An inaccurate stray bullet hit him in the arm, the only thing the gang and the mob had done all afternoon.Compared to their croaking and recklessness, this stray bullet was more threatening.

Outside the bungalow, a small drone buzzed over from a height of more than ten meters.

These gadgets from certain rich people's toys are the enemy. They have a large monitoring range, ignore distance and obstacles, and the operator does not know where they are. They are far more annoying than headless gunmen.

Zhou Qingfeng tied up the wound, took out a shotgun from the weapon bag, grabbed a few rounds of NO.12 shotgun and stuffed them into the barrel.He could hear footsteps gradually closing in, and even the tense breathing of the 'hunters' could be captured.

The drone circled around at low altitude and then circled back.It attempted to lower its altitude and search the interior of the abandoned bungalow—a shot exploded at close range, and the scattered projectiles easily knocked it down, and it fell to the ground.

When the gunshot rang out, Zhou Qingfeng didn't dodge or flinch.The gangster shooter will shrink the circle when he hears the gunshot, and it is definitely a mistake to wait for the opponent to surround him.Instead, he strode out of cover, maneuvering quickly.

Abandoned urban areas are perfect places for street battles.The environment here is complex and changing.Seemingly safe places often extend in all directions, and are prone to encounter enemies from many sides, and cannot relax for a moment.

A figure flashed behind a broken window a few meters away. He stood behind the wall and observed, judging the direction of the gunfire.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Zhou Qingfeng fired first at the figure.Half of the glass was blown apart, and the head behind it was also bloody.

After the gunshot, the other gunmen behind the window shrank their heads subconsciously, seeing that their companions had fallen to the ground, they did not dare to act rashly.

But Zhou Qingfeng, who was on the opposite side, dashed forward and covered a distance of several meters in the blink of an eye.This is to beat slow with fast, and what is important is to burst out enough firepower in a short period of time.

After breaking into the wall with the broken window, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly found that there were more than a dozen gunmen squatting there.The two sides are facing each other, only two or three meters away, which is almost close to the cheek.

The gangsters were still squatting down, and they only had time to show surprise, but the shotgun in Zhou Qingfeng's hand was already firing violently.The clicking sound of pulling the sleeve was mixed with the bursting gunshots, and the bullets in the barrel were blasted out in one go.

There were twelve pellets in one shot, and dozens of pellets in five shots. The sound of the gunfire was like a rain of bullets pouring down, causing the gunmen to be bruised and bloody.

In less than two or three seconds, the shotgun went empty, and the half-collapsed earth wall was like a bloodbath. More than half of the dozen gunmen fell down, either dead or injured, crying endlessly.

The first group of people hid farther away. Although they were not shot, they couldn't control the survival instinct in the gunshots, so they turned around and ran away.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't wait for his opponent to regain his composure, he threw away the blank shotgun, drew a revolver from his waist, continued to run quickly, aimed at the fugitive's back and pulled the trigger.

Hitting a live target is the easiest, and the distance is so close that if the opponent just runs away and doesn't resist, there is no miss.

After the six bullets were emptied, Zhou Qingfeng dropped the gun casually, pulled out a revolver from his waist, and continued shooting.He didn't give up until more than a dozen corpses fell down in the dirt alley behind the wall.

In the afternoon, the number of kills was the highest this time, which was a rare and huge victory.

Probably the gangsters and mobs realized that they must have a numerical advantage to deal with Zhou Qingfeng, so they gathered so many people.

As a result, there are too many people, and once the morale collapses, they will also be massacred.

The only fly in the ointment was a stink in one of the two revolvers, but it went away with a pull of the trigger, and it didn't matter.

After the killing, Zhou Qingfeng casually collected some guns and ammunition from the corpses and left quickly without any unnecessary stops.He has always had enough guns, but he hates the complicated ammunition too much.

Not long after he left, the surrounding gunmen and mobs quickly arrived and surrounded the scene of the shooting.Just looking at the dozens of corpses lying on the ground, everyone was shocked.

The gunfire just now was so intense that it was thought that a fierce shootout had erupted.The gangster shooter hurriedly wanted to share some of the results.

But the corpses on the ground were still warm, and the death patterns were all kinds of strange. It didn't take much to see that it was a one-sided massacre.

From the beginning to the end, the gangster gunman felt that he was facing only 'Ma Keshi'.But the current situation made them puzzled - how could one person kill more than a dozen opponents in a short time?

Although the 'ten million reward' is tempting, you have to be alive to get it.Seeing such tragic casualties, the dazed gunmen and mobs felt as if they were being drenched in cold water, and a chill suddenly rose in their hearts.