Ruan Wen frowned.
"South America, Mexico, I'll go meet the drug lords."
"Mexico?"
Lin Yue said: "Do you know what is the area where counterfeit money is rampant in the world? The drug business. When I went to the police station in the morning, a piece of information came from the headquarters saying that the Texas police in the United States seized about 100,000 US dollars in money while tracking down drug dealers.
The counterfeit banknotes, after verification, are consistent with the counterfeit banknotes produced by the 'Painter' Group. I have to talk to people in Ciudad Juárez, maybe I can get useful information."
"Are you going alone?"
Lin Yue nodded.
"No, it's too dangerous."
"Are you worried about me?"
Ruan Wen did not answer the question directly: "What should I do if you leave?"
"I have already coordinated with the Vancouver Police Department and they will send two people to protect you while I am out."
Lin Yue lowered the window with his left hand and opened the storage box with his right hand.
Taking his next breath, Ruan Wen saw a cold light passing by, flying out of the car window and nailing it to the wooden sign in front of the Miso Bar on the roadside.
She noticed that the two black teenagers who stopped the little white boy in front of the wooden sign were frightened. They looked at the dagger nailed between the "O" of "30% OFF" and did not dare to move.
"Don't worry, I'll be back as soon as possible." Lin Yue said nonchalantly: "I wouldn't worry about leaving you to the protection of the Vancouver Police Department."
Ruan Wen: "..."
…
After settling in with Ruan Wen, Lin Yue took the next day's flight to El Paso, then transferred to a car and arrived in Ciudad Juarez.
Before the 19th century, Ciudad Juárez was called South El Paso and was almost the same city as El Paso. Later, Texas became independent and El Paso became a U.S. territory, while Ciudad Juárez remained.
In Mexico, the two face each other across the river.
It was almost evening, the sun was setting in the west and the twilight was dim.
Sitting in the car heading to Ciudad Juarez, looking at the scene across the Rio Grande, his first feeling was confusion.
Behind us, El Paso is clean and tidy, with many tall buildings. In front of us, Ciudad Juárez is like a slum. Shacks with Spanish architectural characteristics are piled up haphazardly on the south bank. The streets are messy, and vicious graffiti can be seen everywhere, placed in the alleyways.
Occasionally, a pair of oily thighs will stick out from behind the trash can, causing visitors to feel intense uneasiness.
The road from Juárez to El Paso is full of traffic, and the road from El Paso to Juárez is cold and desolate. Entry from Mexico into the United States requires strict inspection, but from the United States to Mexico, the door is open for anyone to travel.
Lin Yue deliberately slowed down his car, faced the malicious looks of some people, and stopped 200 meters away from a bar in the South District when night fell. He got off the car and walked there.
Under the neon sign stood a fierce-looking white man, glancing back and forth at him with hostile eyes, but finally let him in.
The air was filled with the smell of cigarettes, alcohol and breath. Women in scantily clad clothes and men smelling of alcohol were twisting on the dance floor. The light of the ball lamp swept over and over, and the men and women were so high that they shouted loudly along with the music.
Lin Yue looked at the people in the booths on both sides of the dance floor and walked straight to the bakery on the right.
There are two people standing at the door of the private room at the end of the corridor. The man with a nose ring on the right is wearing an off-shoulder leather jacket and has a black cross tattooed on his shoulder.
Lin Yue walked straight to the front of the private room and stopped.
Just as the black Mexican with dreadlocks on the left was about to speak, Lin Yue thrust his hand forward in his trouser pocket, and a sudden flash of cold light bloomed in the black man's eyes.
Uh~
The words that came to my mouth turned into a muffled groan.
The black man fell to the ground clutching the hole in his neck, blood gushing out from between his fingers, unable to stop it.
The man with the nose ring on the right was about to get the gun on his waist. Lin Yue grabbed his arm with one hand and pushed his knee to his crotch. The man lowered his head in pain and held it in his other hand.
The dagger scraped across his fragile neck, a blood mark appeared and then expanded rapidly, and blood spurted out.
It took less than five seconds from launching the attack to killing two people. The movements were clean and neat, and no one outside was aware of it.
Lin Yue took out a pistol with a silencer from the system space, raised his finger and knocked on the door.
"If you can't give me an answer that satisfies me..."
It was obvious that the people inside were unhappy with the doorman's knocking on the door, but before he could finish his words, the moment he opened the door, a gun was suddenly pointed at his forehead.
He was a middle-aged white man with a stout figure. He wore a ring engraved with a cross on his right index finger and a small eagle tattooed on his wrist.
Lin Yue walked forward and he stepped back.
One step, two steps, three steps...
At this time, the four drug dealers sitting on the sofa in the private room came to their senses after a brief shock and quickly went to get their guns.
BIU~
BIU~
BIU~
BIU~
After a soft sound, the four drug dealers collapsed on the sofa, and blood spread out from the center of the wound.
"You...who are you?" The middle-aged white man wearing the ring had a look of fear on his face, because the other party was too calm and killed his men and partners without blinking an eye. He also acted decisively and reacted quickly. Only those who have received strict training
And only experienced professional killers can do this.
Lin Yue took out a counterfeit banknote from his pocket and threw it over: "It doesn't matter who I am, take me to your boss."
"Are you a male wolf?"
Lin Yue fired a shot into the ground, and the bullet hole was less than one centimeter away from the white man's foot.
"Take me to your boss."
"I don't know what you are talking about. If you need white powder, I can..."
Lin Yueqiang handed over his left hand, took out the dagger from his waist and pressed it down. The blade penetrated the white man's palm that was pressed on the coffee table and the wooden board below. More than half an inch of the knife tip showed through, and blood fell on the ground drop by drop.
"Don't make me say it a third time."
The white man's eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and his throat made a rough sound like a bull.
Huh~
Lin Yue held the handle of the knife and lifted it up, and a bunch of blood beads flew into the sky.
"Ah...ah..."
The white man protected his injured hand, shaking all over in pain and dripping with sweat.
Lin Yue grabbed him by the collar and pushed him out, while moving the two bodies at the door into the private room.
The white male stumbled out of the bar and got into a BMW sedan parked across the street.
…
Ten minutes later, the two of them arrived outside a manor on the outskirts of the city.
The guard at the gate saw that it was his own BMW car and let the two people into the courtyard without checking it.
The car stopped in an open space in front of a three-story building, and Lin Yue escorted the white man out of the car.
The man patrolling outside the hall saw something was wrong and was about to draw his gun. Lin Yue dodged slightly, and the pistol hidden under the sleeves of his suit shot out two beams of flame. The people outside fell to the ground exhausted and made no sound.
The white men completely lost their will to resist and did not even have the courage to look at their kidnappers.
Lin Yue walked to the door holding his back collar and kicked open the door to the living room.
The first thing that catches the eye are three strong men wearing black T-shirts. Then there is the wooden floor, with a coffee table in the middle. Sitting on the sofa opposite the coffee table is a white man. His carefully trimmed beard makes him look very handsome.
charm.
A woman wearing a hip-hugging skirt leaned in his arms, as obedient as a kitten. Behind her, there was a pretty blonde lying on the back of the sofa, whispering to the man sitting in front of her.
Lin Yue pushed the white man into the living room and fired a gun. The three people near the door saw the King of Hell before they understood what happened.
The man on the sofa was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and picked up the pistol placed under the coffee table. However, before he could aim at the incoming person, a bullet flying from the opposite direction penetrated his shoulder, and the pistol fell to the floor with a thud.
The two women made sharp screams, alerting the bodyguards upstairs.
One bodyguard was nailed to the wall by a dagger as soon as he came out of the corridor. The second bodyguard was shot when he walked to the fence. He fell down on his head and feet and fell heavily on the floor of the living room.
Luo Chi wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape, but he raised his buttocks, and three bullets were accurately nailed into the floor in front of him. He was so frightened that he sat back down, looking at the incoming person with a wary look on his face.
"Who...are you? What do you want to do?"
Lin Yue walked to the coffee table, looked at the pale Carlos and said, "Do you know him?"
Chapter completed!