the world is at stake

"Gangster buster Marco? Isn't that your new twitter?

You said you were going to kill Desailly and his lackeys, cut off their dicks and stuff them in their mouths, scalp the drug dealers, and scatter their brains on expensive rugs.

You will punish all criminals and bring retribution for all evil deeds. "

Mar Keshi curled his lips and complained silently——Fuck, the counterfeiters are really excited, and they are coming to trick me again!

Chapter 075 Death Announcement

Juarez, Campestre, a traditional rich neighborhood.

Armed security guards stood at both ends of the block, watching pedestrians approaching vigilantly, and only a few vehicles with specific license plates were allowed to enter.

There is a mansion with an area of ​​more than ten acres in the block.

Courtyards, lawns, swimming pools, helipads, and high-end residences are all available.There are security and monitoring probes all over the mansion inside and outside, and any unrelated people are prohibited from approaching.

Due to the constant vendetta between gangsters.Even if entering the block, all personnel and vehicles will be subject to strict inspection to ensure safety.

This mansion belongs to Desailly, the leader of Juarez's gang, and anyone who can set foot here is the top figure in Juarez, who is either rich or expensive, and holds real power.

A hundred meters above the mansion, a quadcopter drone was gliding quietly.The PTZ camera on it overlooks the ground, and the captured images are transmitted back through the communication base station.

Zhou Qingfeng sat in the truck 500 meters away from the mansion, staring at the screen displayed on the computer.Next to him are the thin man who is in charge of manipulation, and Lao Mo who identifies the target on the scene.

The targets captured by the PTZ camera are enlarged one by one and displayed on another monitor.Lao Mo stared at the avatars on the monitor, telling out their identities, their affiliations, and their importance one by one.

Whenever he said a name, Lao Mo would tremble uncontrollably.These names are both familiar and unfamiliar to him, and each one is a notorious villain who has committed numerous heinous crimes.

Lao Mo usually talks about these "big shots" among taxi drivers, envious of the power and status of the other party, but also afraid of the cruelty and viciousness of their representatives.

In Mexico, dozens of corpses of students are dug up in a dry well at every turn, and anti-drug police officers are ambushed and killed by drug dealers at every turn.

The Mexicans are numb to this. They are not afraid, but they can only suffer in silence.Because all rebels will be mercilessly massacred.

But now that Lao Mo is involved in such a matter, although the money is touching, the power of the drug trafficking organization is like a mountain, firmly pressing on his heart.

"What will happen if we do this?" Lao Mo asked weakly after identifying more than a dozen license plate numbers and portraits.

Rogge was sitting in front of another low table in the carriage, and was sticking a piece of yellow C4 explosive on the drone.He also made a bag of steel balls, carefully estimated the weight, and thought about how to increase the lethality.

The weight must be appropriate. If it is too big, it cannot be carried, and if it is too small, it will not have enough power.

To Old Mo's question, the fat man laughed and said, "Consequence? The consequence is that people will die. The difference is who will die. Now it's up to you to choose. Who is the first on the death list this time?"

Speaking of the 'death list', Lao Mo trembled all over.

As a low-level person, Old Mo has lived an ordinary life and is used to being honest.People from gangsters usually come to him to collect protection money, and they never thought that one day they could decide the fate of the "big man".

"It's getting dark, choose one." Zhou Qingfeng looked at his watch, and whispered to Lao Mo, "Choose the one you hate the most, the one you hate the most. Let's make a notice and kill him."

After listening to Rogge's translation, Old Mo exclaimed, "Do you still want to make an announcement?"

Zhou Qingfeng nodded, "Our action is justice, not an ordinary assassination, so we have to make some announcements and publicize it to the world."

In fact, I want to create topics, strengthen popularity, and get more people to place bets—it’s rare to place a bet on the banker, so I have to make a good use of it.

Old Mo couldn't understand, so he could only put on a bitter face, and pointed to a person on the monitor, "Kill this guy."

Yeke, Desailly's subordinate.This guy doesn't rank high in the gang, and he doesn't engage in pornography, gambling, drugs, etc. He makes money quickly, and mainly collects protection fees from the service industry--Old Mo, who drives a taxi, especially hates him.

Zhou Qingfeng nodded and agreed.

The thin man retrieved Yeke's photo and encrypted it to Fuhrman.

The old man and a few girls were having a hard time in El Paso. After receiving the thin man's email, he couldn't help but shouted, "Ah, what a great feeling. This is a death sentence, and the power of justice is about to kill this man." Punishment!"

Come on, don't make fun of the old man.

The email was forwarded again to Wang Chao who was in China—Brother Chao became Uncle Zhou’s agent in a daze. He helped post the video before, but he was lonely for a while after his account was banned. Now...

Brother Chao received the job again.

"Death announcement, what kind of trouble is this?"

Wang Chao helped to register the accounts of 'Gangster Buster Marco' on major social media, and even failed to pull down several domestic websites.But he didn't know what Zhou Qingfeng was going to do?

A very simple draft - the title is 'Death Announcement' in black and bold, the text is Yeke's headshot, and below it is a sentence, 'This person is about to be terminated'.

It was inexplicable.

Wang Chao didn't think much about it, the sponsor's father said something, so he posted it!

Coincidentally, there was a knock on the door of the private room, and someone shouted outside: "Mr. Wang? I have your courier."

"Just leave it at the door." Brother Chao was busy.

"Check the water meter." The people outside the door did not give up.

"I don't have a water meter in my house." Brother Chao still refused to open the door.

In the end, the people outside came to make a big move—"I am the landlord, and the rent will be increased if I don't open the door."

no way...

As soon as the door opened, the first person who came in was not the landlord, but a young policewoman in police uniform.The other party glanced at the messy room seriously, and asked with a tense face, "Are you Wang Chao?"

Several policemen came in behind the police flower, all with expressionless faces.

The situation changed so quickly, brother Chao sat down on the ground, almost crying, "Sister policeman, watching a small movie is not illegal, right?"

The policewoman ignored Wang Chao's words at all, rushed to the computer, quickly checked his chat history and email content, and asked sternly:

"Did you register the 'Zhou Qingfeng' series of accounts on Twitter and other social media not long ago?"

"correct."

Wang Chao replied blankly.

"He is a famous political and economic scholar, a hawkish political commentator, and has an international reputation..."

Halfway through the speech, Brother Chao lowered his voice and asked, "Sister Police, is there something wrong with this person? I am willing to confess, but it has nothing to do with this person."

Jinghua still didn't answer, she saw the 'Death Announcement' email from Fuhrman, frowned, and cursed in her heart: "This bastard, what is he doing?"

The other police officers turned Wang Chao's nest upside down, but they didn't gain much. At most, they gave a few words of advice:

"Young people should not be addicted to the Internet, but should get in touch with the real world, exercise more, and buy less masturbation cups. Now that the country's birth rate is declining, let's find a girlfriend seriously."

Not long after, Zhou Qingfeng, who was far away in Mexico, received an inquiry email from his instructor, "What are you doing 'declaration of death'?"

Uncle Zhou was very happy watching, "It's just for fun. What's the matter?"

The Lopesi computer and the U.S. Congressional database files you sent have been verified, which has aroused great attention from the superiors.

They intend to remove your status as an 'untrustworthy person' and conduct a thorough investigation of all people and networks related to you.

Since the matter is top-secret, there are not many people involved in this matter, and I will be responsible for it under the supervision of the director. "

The instructor in police uniform was in Wang Chao's single room, and when he sent this message, he sighed in his heart—no one expected what kind of turmoil this idler would cause.

Mail and database files from Capitol Hill are invaluable treasures that can be exploited of unimaginable value in the hands of professionals.

The large number of annual reports submitted by the U.S. Department of the Treasury to Congress are top secret. They can analyze in detail the real economic performance of the United States and have an inestimable effect on the current Sino-U.S. negotiations.

Reports from the U.S. Department of Justice, Department of Energy, Pentagon, etc. all have strategic value.Even the private communications between members of Congress contain a wealth of intrigue.

To put it simply, it was a treasure brought by Uncle Zhou, which allowed the Chinese side to see clearly the opponent's cards.Domestically, I am not in a hurry, and I have confidence—let’s spend it, let’s see who can spend it.

As Zhou Qingfeng's instructor, she was promoted to three levels in a row.Zhou Qingfeng himself is considered to have great intelligence value and is worth all resources to protect.

Anyone who could get Lopesi's computer out of the Capitol was treated to such a high standard.Corresponding to it is the 'Capitol Hill Bombing', a daring incident that frightened all insiders enough.

Zhou Qingfeng laughed straight at this, he finally regained contact with his biggest backer, and the resources he can mobilize in the future are not comparable to a few random fish.

but……

"Don't be too nervous." Zhou Qingfeng is already a runaway wild horse, a beast out of the gate, and he doesn't want to return to the restrained system, "Send the 'Death Announcement'."

The instructor knew that he couldn't control Zhou Qingfeng, so he could only ask in a low-key manner, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yes." Zhou Qingfeng made a request, "I have a container in Mexico City, and the other party asked for the final payment as soon as it arrived. I am worried that I will encounter a scammer, and I need someone to inspect the product."

A 'large collection of antiques' from faraway Africa has arrived at Mexico City International Airport and is currently stored in the airport's warehouse.

As long as the Mexican customs has a sense of responsibility, it will not allow this thing to declare.

"What's in the cargo box?" the instructor asked.

"I don't know what it is, but it should be contraband." Zhou Qingfeng emphasized the word 'contraband'.

The instructor was not surprised by this, and promised to find someone to take a look—it wasn't a contraband, it wasn't a special trouble, and there was no need for Guoan to intervene.

Now Guoan owes Uncle Zhou a great favor.As for how to find someone, how to clear the relationship, and how not to show off, these are all done by professionals, so he doesn't need to worry about it.

The 'Death Announcement' was issued quickly and immediately caused a media sensation.

On one side is the "ten million reward" issued by the gangster drug lord, and on the other side is the "death announcement" issued by the target of the reward.Such a tit-for-tat confrontation will definitely spark fierce collisions.

The number of followers on the account of 'Gangster Buster Marco' has risen to [-].After this push, it even inspired gossip among the melon-eating people in the United States and even in North America.

No one knows who Desailly is on weekdays, but now the US media are rushing to report on this Juarez drug lord.Their origin, background, and gangs are listed one by one, and their strength and influence are emphasized.

As for Marco Shi, he was also picked up by human flesh searches. He was born in the army, fought in the war in Afghanistan, joined EDA's undercover program, and participated in the clean-up of the Mexican drug trafficking network.

And ultimately, the Capitol Hill bombing.This has even become an important evidence for some conspiracy theories.

Anyway, it's not a good thing.

But right now, the focus is on exactly who will end up.

On the gambling website, more and more people bet on Marco.But more people are actually hesitating, they are waiting for a signal... Zhou Qingfeng gave this signal.

In the mansion in the Campestre neighborhood, a white man in a suit walked out of the house and walked towards a bulletproof car escorted by several bodyguards.

In the dark sky, a drone swooped down with a buzzing sound.

Chapter 076

"It's started, it's started!"

Fuhrman staggered out of the bedroom, staggering like a stroke victim.He waved his mobile phone and shouted excitedly to Sophie and the others who were staying in the living room: "Victor has started to make trouble again, and we are also participants."

The weather in Texas was cold recently. Sophie and Satomi were wearing thick pajamas, clutching pillows, and curled up their legs on the sofa.The two girls just rolled their eyes at the old man's yelling.

Satomi pointed to the TV in the living room, "The media reacted faster than you, and have already started reporting the information posted on the fake account of 'Marco'. There are also so-called expert reviews."

The expert that Fox News found from nowhere is said to be a former EDA agent. He is a little old and has gray hair. It is said that he has rich experience in border drug enforcement and knows the drug trafficking network in Mexico very well.

Experts spoke with eloquence, saying that the Mexican gang is by no means weak, but a huge organization that can replace the government for grassroots management.Drug traffickers have more money than the state and can hire better people to work for them.

Therefore, organized crime in Latin America has been banned repeatedly and is becoming more and more rampant.For this reason, international governance requires the participation of the United States in order to allow local residents to live in peace.

After talking for a long time, he was still advocating the American "shit stirrer" method, while exaggerating the power of drug lords, and talking about the hardships of EDA's drug suppression.

The expert publicly expressed his pessimism about Marco's fate, "I don't understand why he is in Juarez, but I don't like him. The whole city is full of gangsters. He is only one person and has no ability to fight drug lords.

The 'death announcement' on Twitter is just an attitude of showing no weakness, and it can also be seen as a meaningless counterattack.This kind of nonsense can't hurt the drug lord a hair.But the drug lord is really capable of killing Marco Shi. "

The expert said it with certainty, and even shook his head and sighed to indicate that Marco Shi may not live long.

Fuhrman was so angry that his fingers shook and he cursed, "This bastard has lived for decades, and the Mexican drug lords are the result of their connivance."

It's just that before the old man finished scolding, the female anchor of the show who was hosting suddenly changed her face.

She covered the earphones she was wearing, listened carefully for a while, and then stopped the expert from continuing, "We have received an unconfirmed message."

On the other side, Marco staggered all the way to live in a dilapidated house in the civilian area of ​​Juárez in his friend's pickup truck.After he settled down, he turned on his phone, wanting to check for the latest news.

but……

"We live too far away, and the signal here is not good." My friend shook his head, "Communication companies only set up base stations in the city center and places with many people."

Mar Keshi could only give up the idea of ​​contacting the outside world, and asked again: "So how do you keep the information sensitive?"

Hahaha... My friend couldn't stop laughing, took out a walkie-talkie, shook it, pressed the call button, and asked someone who was somewhere: "Hey, buddy, what's going on in the city now?"

The call continued several times, and after waiting for a while, a panicked voice replied inside: "Something has happened, the mansion in the Campestre neighborhood was attacked."

The friend was shocked, "What? Who was attacked? Who did it?"

"It's the one on Twitter, the Yeke that Marcus said he was going to kill. I can't believe it, that guy didn't run away or hide, he sent a 'death announcement' and he did what he said."

The voice on the walkie-talkie is very mixed. I don't know if it is in a bar or on a noisy street. I can hear the crowd shouting and the police siren.

When the friend asked again, the other party stopped answering, as if he had tuned to another channel.He looked at Marco again, and asked stupidly, "How did you do it?"

Mar Keshi stared at the walkie-talkie, and said something silently in his heart-I just came here, and I also want to know what happened.