the world is at stake

Mexico's military and police are not effective in catching drug dealers, but they are still very fast in dealing with Uncle Zhou.Last night it was too dark to perform, but at dawn it is really the official world.

Mar Keshi was dragged a few times and regained consciousness by himself.He looked at the corner of the wall where he was hiding, and it had been smashed to pieces by hundreds of bullets from the machine gun, as if he had been bitten by a monster.

Both Rogge and the thin man were not good at physical strength, so they continued to flee for their lives after waking Marco Shi up—this time it was really a mess, and the opponent's heavy equipment was still very powerful.

"We have to find a car, we can't escape without a car." Rogge really couldn't run, and after a while, he put his hands on his knees, panting like a cow.

Although Juarez is a little poor, but close to the United States, there is no shortage of all kinds of used cars.

The downtown streets are full of cars.The thin man took out a cardboard-like lockpicking tool from his pocket, found a car on the side of the road, inserted it into the gap in the door, and opened the door in a few seconds.

"Come up quickly." The thin man beckoned, rummaged through the driver's seat, found the spare car key from the rearview mirror, and started the ignition.

Roger went to pull the rear door, and a drone flew over, hovering at a height of more than ten meters and staring at him - the fat man yelled 'fuck', and the gunshots rang out.

The drone that was hit fell on the roof of the activated car and lost its function.

Mar Keshi came up from behind holding the 'Glock', loosened his collar, sat in the co-pilot seat, and panted, "Thank you for saving me."

The thin man stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, driving the vehicle to speed up and flee.He still had time to happily say:

"Victor, you are very special today. You are too polite. And how is your voice? I didn't see you wearing a voice changer."

Rogge wiped his sweat in the backseat, and said in agreement: "Yes, Victor, you really restrained yourself today. In other words, you would have shot and killed all those gangsters and scum.

But you actually asked them to surrender just now, this is not your style. "

"What's my style?" Ma Keshi thought about the experience just now, his legs were a little weak after the disaster.He has never been so crazy, he can see more than a dozen enemies without fleeing.

"Your style..."

"irritable."

"Nosy."

"The sense of justice is too strong."

"Even the street gangsters are not spared."

"So today you are really different."

The fat man and the thin man were still joking happily.

But Marco said in a deep voice: "Because you made a mistake. I'm not some kind of Victor."

"then who are you?"

"I'm Marco."

Hahaha... The two teasers just listened to a bad joke, but after laughing for a long time, they found that Ma Keshi had a serious face, and they shuddered at the same time.

"Victor, don't make such a joke. The gangsters and military police in the city are hunting all over the city, and we still count on you to deal with the next situation."

But Ma Keshi roared angrily: "No, I'm not joking. I am the real Ma Keshi, the one that was faked by your companions.

I am Marco Shi who served in the U.S. Army, fought in Afghanistan, and seized drugs in Mexico. I was impersonated by your companion 'Victor'.

I came to Mexico just to find out who's behind it? ! "

The car was suddenly quiet, only the rumbling of the engine.

Roger and the thin man suddenly tensed up, their expressions showed great fear, and they shouted strangely: "God, where is the real Victor?"

Chapter 082

Due to the barrier of the building, Zhou Qingfeng was unable to see the situation where Rogge and others fled from another street.But he sensed the sudden tension in the streets.No matter how bad the Juarez official is, the manpower and equipment still have the advantage.

Several police armored vehicles drove onto the street, followed by more than a dozen military 'Hummers' eliminated by the Yankees, and behind them were hundreds of well-equipped military police who were spreading out along the street.

Without the cover of night, a mere sniper rifle cannot fight against a large group of people.Zhou Qingfeng disassembled the firearm and put it into a weapon bag, and immediately evacuated from the window of the house where he was.

In fact, since last night, there has been a slight difference between the military police and gangsters in the city.

Although Zhou Qingfeng was worried that the U.S. side would monitor and not make radio contact.But it is no problem to use ordinary walkie-talkies for one-way reception.

Most of the walkie-talkies used by military police and gangster shooters are common models, and as long as they are tuned correctly, open conversations between them can be heard.

In these conversations without a sense of confidentiality, Zhou Qingfeng noticed a more hidden but more powerful organization emerging behind the scenes-the mysterious brotherhood seemed to use the influence of the United States to exert influence.

Harden lured Zhou Qingfeng to Juárez with the fraternity as a bait, trying to create a "snipe and clam fight, fisherman wins".

According to the records left by Commodore Kahn, the Brotherhood does have an important stronghold here.

Juarez is located in the arid Mexican plateau, and the Brotherhood stronghold is on the outskirts of the city to the west.From the satellite map, apart from a large area of ​​land, the main building of the stronghold is a Spanish square manor.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't intend to fight alone for this kind of manor that was full of surveillance probes and sensors and guarded by elite personnel.

He tried to find the "scaring strange item" described by Kahn in the records. At first, he wanted to wait for the tank, but his plan was completely changed by Marco's identity in the casino.

By the way, I still have a tank!

"I don't know if the instructor can help with it? I have to go back to Sandra's house to see. There is no mobile phone or Internet. At least there is satellite communication available."

Zhou Qingfeng fled from one block to another with a weapon bag on his back.He had to carefully avoid all the enemies he saw along the way, including the drones flying randomly in the sky, and quickly escape the search circle of the military and police.

In El Paso, north of Juárez, after posting the second "Death Announcement" on Twitter, Fuhrman, Sophie and others cut off contact with Zhou Qingfeng due to a lack of internet access.

The old man has been playing the gambling table, and he is a little bit disinterested by the changes in the odds.

After Yeke's death, the situation in Juárez attracted global attention, and the number of people joining the gambling market has indeed skyrocketed.But out of heroism, everyone generally pressured Mark to win.

"It's too miserable that you can't make money even if you have inside information."

"If Garcia is also easily killed, our plan to make a fortune may come to nothing."

"We have calculated all the factors that make a profit, but ignored the most important point - Victor is out of control!"

If no one beats the drug lord Desailly to win, Fuhrman and others will have no money to make.

But what are you afraid of...

Satomi ran down from the second floor of the rented villa and yelled at the old man, "Fullman, I have two messages, which one do you want to hear?"

The old man waved his hand angrily, "Son, don't play this game with a man in his 80s. You can just say it."

"Although officials in Juarez have cut off communications and the Internet, the walkie-talkie cannot be cut off. A lot of news is being spread from Juarez to El Paso that officials in Juarez have decided to put a city under martial law to hunt down terrorists.

At present, thousands of police officers are deployed in the center of Juárez. People say that this is the government's ruthless plan to arrest the 'gang buster' Marco at all costs. "

The news sounds good!

It means that Desailly's chances of winning will be greatly increased.

Fuhrman laughed loudly, and quickly refreshed the page of the gaming website, but after reading it, his face was disfigured, "The authorities have already taken action to arrest Marco, why are everyone still desperately betting on him? Desailly's odds have actually increased gone."

The higher the odds rise, the less likely you are to win.

Satomi shrugged, "The bad news is that Garcia was confirmed dead half an hour ago, or was killed with an absolute superiority in numbers.

Dozens of urban residents witnessed it with their own eyes. Now the gossip about Juárez has gone crazy, and public opinion overwhelmingly praises Marco.

It was only about ten hours after Garcia's 'declaration of death' was issued last night. "

Fuhrman quickly went to Twitter again, and on the account of 'Marcos', Garcia's profile picture turned black and white, and was marked with a big red cross.

The attention on Twitter is jumping rapidly, and it has now exceeded 20.Messages appeared like an explosion, and there were hundreds of them every time it was refreshed. Even Wang Wang expressed his concern about this matter.

Yes... In the current world, Dao Wang is still staying in the White House.

The old man threw away the tablet, and there was nothing left to love.

"I invested 20 US dollars, and I expect to make a fortune. Victor is too murderous. Is he going to kill Desailly next? Let's have fun for nothing."

Satomi shrugged, "This is at least better than letting Marco die, otherwise your 20 dollars will be lost."

The old man was terrified, and quickly calmed down and said: "How is it possible? Marco Shi is not in Juarez. Anyone may die, but Marco Shi cannot die. At least we will not lose money."

"Who knows? Everything is possible." Satomi curled her lips and retreated to the second floor.

These words almost made the old man's heart stop, so he could only take medicine quickly and ask God to bless him.

From morning to afternoon, the military, police and gangs in Juarez City were mobilized.They said they were eager to catch 'Marco', but in practice they were different.

A copy of Zhou Qingfeng's profile picture and a brief introduction were distributed to military and police personnel, indicating that the search for this Asian man was the priority.But the gangsters still focused on Marco, intending to vent their anger.

The manhunt quickly turned into a riot, and the "reward of tens of millions" was repeatedly emphasized. There are still many people who are trying to earn this huge sum of money that can change their fate.

However, Zhou Qingfeng had already left the city center by relying on his unparalleled stealth ability, and returned to Sandra's house quietly all the way.

Old Mo came back last night without any risk, and didn't dare to go out today.He listened to all kinds of messy news on the car radio, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

When Zhou Qingfeng returned, the news of Garcia's death was spreading rapidly, causing a sensation in the city.This ordinary taxi driver was sitting in his dilapidated yard and weeping silently, the soil under his feet became muddy with tears.

"What's going on?" Zhou Qingfeng asked strangely.

Sandra took out her mobile phone to translate, which probably meant that Lao Mo was too emotional.Because the taxi he drove was not his own, but was rented from a gangster car dealership controlled by Garcia.

Garcia has turned this car rental service into a unique financial product, and taxi drivers must repay the principal and interest every month.

This is similar to the innovative finance in China. It is a simple renting house but owes a loan, which is still a usury.

Old Mo was illiterate, and he was overwhelmed by this muddle-headed loan.Coupled with the protection fee charged by Yeke, there are two mountains above his head, which may destroy his family at any time.

Now that Yeke is dead and Garcia is dead, the always dull old Mo didn't know how to express it, he couldn't smile with a sad face, and cried instead when he was in a good mood.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't know how to comfort her, so he just asked Sandra: "What will happen if the loan is not repaid?"

The girl looked at the translated question on the phone, and her complexion changed drastically.She didn't speak or type, she just pointed to herself with a look of fear on her face, then turned to take care of her father, also weeping silently.

In addition to the Sandra family, Fatini is also here.

The green girl doesn't speak Spanish, so she can only communicate with Sandra by mobile phone.Seeing Zhou Qingfeng, she hurried out and reported in a low voice:

"Victor, the tank you want will arrive soon."

arrival?

So fast?

Zhou Qingfeng asked the instructor to help find someone to inspect the goods at the airport warehouse in Mexico City last night, and they will arrive the next day?He asked strangely: "Arrived in Juarez?"

Fatini is in charge of the communication equipment sent by Sophie, including the maritime satellite phone.She nodded and said, "Yes. I have already contacted Yousuf. He said he will be there before dark."

Zhou Qingfeng was even more surprised, "How did he arrive?"

"Looks like it was airlifted."

"But the Juárez airport is closed."

"Yousuf said it's okay, the friend you found contacted the new light transport aircraft, which can land on the road outside Juárez.

He has given approximate GPS coordinates.If you don't come back, I will ask Sandra's father to send me to pick up the goods. "

"Take off and land on the road? This road is too wild, how courageous!" Zhou Qingfeng couldn't laugh or cry in surprise, "But I haven't paid yet?"

"Yousuf said that your friend has already paid and gave 20.00% more. He was very satisfied and thanked, and said that the adventure was worth it."

According to the GPS coordinates provided by Yusuf, the landing site was on Route 45 south of Juárez.This is a two-way, four-lane ordinary road. The terrain is very flat. Finding a suitable place can indeed land a light transport aircraft.

But..., what tank can be transported by light transport aircraft?

It was almost time, Zhou Qingfeng called Lao Mo and asked to drive to the landing point to wait for the tanks to arrive.He believes that the instructor has done things very well and will definitely not let him down.

At this moment, in China, in the imperial capital.

The female instructor whom Zhou Qingfeng was thinking of was making an independent report to her director with a sigh.She handed over her desk a copy of photos taken by Mexican personnel and an on-site assessment.

The director opened the report and glanced at it, then couldn't help scratching his bare scalp, "What is this kid doing? He really made a contraband. Is it a real guy? It can't be a model, right? "

The female instructor sighed again, "This was produced in France in the 60s and [-]s of the last century, and it was equipped in large quantities in many countries in North Africa, and it is the main force until now.

The Mexican customs is simply a sieve. For a little money, you can really declare this thing as a 'large antique collection'.

The people we sent to inspect the goods on site were also taken aback by this thing, and they were sure it was a real thing, and it was equipped with enough shells.This thing looks inconspicuous, but once it is transported to Juarez, no one can beat it. "

The director smiled wryly, "I'm old, I'm old, our imagination is really not as good as that of young people today. Zhou Qingfeng really dared to think and act this week, Juarez's troubles are not trivial."

Chapter 083 The Tank Has Arrived

On the outskirts of Juárez in the evening, the sun is westward.

The Gobi plateau, which is full of yellow sand, is extremely dry, and there are only some dry grasses on the ground swaying in the wind.

Zhou Qingfeng still couldn't find a suitable turban cloth, and was still wrapped with the curtain that he didn't know where.His appearance really has the temperament of a terrorist-not fierce, but simple.

"Half an hour left."

Looking at his watch, Zhou Qingfeng placed dozens of ice cream cones on Route 45 to stop passing vehicles and also serve as road signs.