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Ian is soul fragment +5!

At the same time, information flashed.

The gun proficiency of private soldiers: the skill that first-tier professionals in other systems are best at. Using any gun, they can become sharpshooters with extremely fast reactions.

Luo Nanxin said that as expected, this world really has special occupations like predators.

Is this the official system of US imperialism?The first order is called private soldiers, which seems to be related to the army.

He did a quick search of Ian's body, and there was nothing but a DEA agent ID.

Search for three mercenaries, C4 is in the backpack.

Ronan packed all the C4s into a bag, and took the M4 into the tunnel. There were several corpses lying in the tunnel, and the rest of Uncle Hei had disappeared.

Going deep for a section, Ronan began to set up C4, and then set one every other section.

A violent explosion can collapse a long tunnel, and this ancient tunnel will be abandoned.

Out of the tunnel, the last C4 was set in the cargo pit, and the M4 and the jacket with dense bullet holes were thrown in.

On the downhill road, I drove a pickup truck of the Mexican, drove up the slope, made a little sense of the direction, and ran towards the south where the tunnel was opposite.

After driving for a long distance, there was a dull explosion sound from behind, and the ground seemed to be shaking.

Ronan continued to run wildly. Gang shootouts are trivial in Mexico, but such a violent explosion is very likely to attract official attention.

Killing the people of the CIA would have serious consequences, but Ronan did not regret it.

He couldn't wash his face clean, waiting for someone to shoot him in the head.

Originally, Ronan still had some respect for his colleagues in the United States, and he had certain hopes for the official institutions here.

Therefore, he, who was born in an official, chose to cooperate with the official to destroy the tunnel.

The development of the matter gave him a slap in the face.

It hurts, and I woke up.

The tunnel that was traded for life-saving was destroyed.

The associated responsibilities also disappear.

In the future, he will live well for himself.

The CIA is a sharp knife hanging over the head. If you want to live well, you can only become stronger!

Ronan thought about it carefully, and it seemed that it was not just the CIA.

The tunnel is ruined, money and goods are ruined, and the Carter gang and generous Jose know the truth and won't let it go.

Antonio Garcia sent hitmen to kill him just two days ago.

Be strong!

After driving far enough, Ronan stopped the car, threw his coat in the mining field, took off his tactical vest and threw it away, cleaned up the contraband on the car, and took out the dollars and documents that he carried close to him.

Restarted the car and quickly got on the road, heading straight to Tijuana.

This is the fourth largest city in Mexico, known for its chaos, except for a few areas, most places are disorganized, low-rise buildings and litter.

There are countless illegal immigrants and undocumented people of all kinds.

There are many gangs in the city, and gang fights and fires may happen at any time.

This side is more serious than the shootout every day.

Even, many media said that Tijuana is one of the most dangerous cities in the world.

In Tijuana, it was extremely difficult to find someone.

There is no need to think about camera surveillance and the like, the number is so small that it is negligible.

Ronan will stop for a short time, looking for the old friend of the Hound who is particularly well-informed to inquire about the items needed for promotion.

And news of Garcia and the generous Jose.

The latter controls one of Tijuana's larger gangs.

For the former, Ronan wanted to have a good talk with him. On the one hand, he would ask about the situation of the Book of Command, and on the other hand, he would "eliminate" the misunderstanding.

The killer made no confession, and Harvey Gonzalez, a consultant to the Garcia Group, was in Tijuana.

Ronan drove into Tijuana, found a mall, bought new clothes, put on sunglasses and a cowboy hat, just like ordinary American tourists.

Cars are of course not allowed.

American Ronan and the Hound came to Tijuana as many times as they went shopping. Ronan has related memories and is no stranger to this place.

Turned around in a circle, called a taxi, and went to Fengsu Street.

This is a must-see for American male tourists.

On the side of the street, there are rows of women in white socks, waiting for business to come.

The business here is controlled by gangs. The practitioners are either of unknown origin, or owe huge debts and lose their personal freedom. Most of the money earned is handed over to the gangs.

In the memory of American Ronan, there are some things about this side.

In order for the girls to work hard to make money, and at the same time deliberately weed out the old and perverted ones, and introduce new good-looking girls, the gang will rigidly set the so-called performance for them.

If they can't complete the quota in a month, they may be beheaded cruelly!

Therefore, many experienced Americans specially choose to come over in the last few days of each month, and the girls will desperately please customers for the sake of performance.

Ronan got off the car on the street, ignored the winking eyes, turned into an alley in the middle of the street, turned many turns, and entered the alley near the back mountain.

In the alley, some Mexicans looked at Ronan with wolf-like eyes.

Normal tourists will not enter here.

Ronan said directly: "Demona!"

The Hound's old friend and lover, Desdemona, is a very powerful bustard in Custom Street.

These people settle down.

Ronan came to an old-fashioned bar, opened the door and went in.

Someone said: "The door is not open in the morning."

"You don't welcome old friends?" Ronan pulled out a wooden chair and sat down.

The Latin woman behind the bar was in her thirties, with long dark brown hair, big breasts and big buttocks, especially where the leather jacket bulged on her chest, which could only be described as huge.

Desdemona carried a bottle of tequila and two glasses, slammed it on the table, sat opposite Ronan, opened the bottle and poured the wine: "He's dead!"

Ronan said: "I avenged him and pierced the heart of the big devil Paddy with my own hands!"

Demona pushed a cup to Ronan: "There is progress!"

Ronan didn't drink: "Daisy, I want to ask, who commissioned that parchment book and what is its purpose?"

"A black man in Los Angeles!" Demona picked up the glass and drank the wine in one gulp: "I don't know the details, the commission first appeared in the Los Angeles Hunters Guild."

Seeing Ronan's right hand hanging by his waist, she poured another glass of wine: "What? You can't even trust me!"

Ronan put his right hand on the table, let go, and a stack of dollars fell down: "I want to ask something."

Demona took the money unceremoniously: "Tell me."

"You've heard of giant chameleons, demonized bison, and violent bears..." Ronan mentioned those strange animals, and asked tentatively, "Is this kind of strange animal?"

Demona thought for a while: "Magic bison? You should go back to the United States and ask. I have heard people mention it before. There are folk legends that huge bison gallop on the grassland for a week without stopping. Come to think of it, in California, Los Angeles Nearby, when I was a nun."

She said the name of a church: "Go there and ask."

Ronan asked again: "Other?"

"Others, I know the literal meaning." Demona knew without asking, Ronan didn't want the literal meaning: "You'd better go to the Los Angeles Hunters Guild to inquire, it is the largest gathering place for underground information in western North America."

Ronan nodded and resolved the problems in Mexico first before going to Los Angeles. He continued to ask, "Have you heard him mention Church?"

Demona shook her head: "He never told me."

Ronan asked again: "Harvey Gonzalez, do you know?"

Demona drinks a glass of wine: "The Garcia Group's obvious dog!"

Ronan asked, "I wonder where he is?"

Demona looked at him.

Ronan pulled out some more dollars.

"This time tomorrow." Demona put away the money: "Wait for my news."

Ronan got up: "At this time tomorrow, I'll call you." He was about to leave, thinking of the hunting dog, and reminded: "Take care of your buddy, I haven't been here since last month."

Demona alerted: "What did you do?"

Ronan said: "Be a good person again."

Demona poured her wine: "There's nowhere to go, just come to me, and I'll kick you into the sea!"

Ronan nodded and left the bar.

The golden liquid filled the glass, but Demona didn't see it, and the wine flowed out like tears falling on her face.

Chapter 12 Frontier Killer

In the early morning, after waking up in the hotel room, Ronan quickly washed up, sorted out his personal belongings, put away his wallet and documents, carefully checked the pistol and magazines, put them in the armpit holster he bought yesterday, and hung the long dagger with a sheath from Suicide Zero. On the waist, it can be pulled out at any time.

In the event of an emergency, you can immediately go into battle.

The injury on the left arm is basically healed.

Check out and leave the small hotel, find a place to have breakfast, and walk along the street.

It's about time, find a public phone, dial the number on Desdemona's side: "It's me."

"25 kilometers south of Tijuana, in the town of Mensa, there is a small building with white walls and a blue roof at the Ugo corn processing plant." Demona said directly, "I'm sure he's there."

Ronan was about to hang up the phone: "Thank you."

Demona asked, "Yesterday morning, what happened in the eastern wilderness."

Ronan denied: "I don't know."

Demona stopped asking, and said, "Don't mess around, the corn processing plant is an important drug production base of the Garcia Group in Tijuana, and there are at least [-] gunmen stationed there."

Ronan said, "I'm not a random person."

Hang up the phone, hail a cab, and start driving around Tijuana.

According to American Ronan's memories of Tijuana, he quickly found a black gun store.

Here, buying a gun isn't much harder than buying alcohol.

Ronan bought a half-new AK and ten magazines from a regular factory, bought a second-hand pickup, and drove straight to the Ugo corn processing plant.

Going to sneak in and talk to Harvey Gonzalez.

Leaving the urban area, Ronan found an open area to practice with a gun, in order to integrate the private soldier's gun proficiency as soon as possible.

After firing a clip, he could feel the rapid improvement in marksmanship, and the birds flying at low altitude were shot one by one.

If the Battle of the Quarry was classified as a precision shooter, it is definitely a sharpshooter now.

It's still the kind that hangs on.

I also practiced throwing daggers, so my accuracy was worse.

But with shooting eyesight and feel, throwing within ten meters is okay, but it is not accurate any farther away.

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East of Tijuana, on the Wilderness.

A large number of Mexican military police cordoned off, and technicians were investigating the scene.

A black SUV drove over, the door opened, and two middle-aged men got off the back seat.

Among them, the white man with a brown parted hair is named Matt Grave, from Washington, D.C., the planner and director of the dog-eat-dog program.

The so-called dog-eat-dog plan is to let the out-of-control and fast-growing Mexican criminal groups fight among themselves in order to maintain the balance on the US-Mexico border.