The North African region close to the Middle East has always been one of the most chaotic places in the world. In the past few decades, different countries, different sects and different organizations have been fighting for different purposes. The headquarters of the killer organization Yama Luodian is in that kind of place.
Even in such a chaotic place, Xia Yu couldn't think of a reason to move the headquarters halfway around the world to Mexico.
Qisha took out a Glock from his waist.
45-caliber pistol, fired several shots out of the car window, and said with a smile: "Look at how free a democratic place is!"
"Isn't it the same in North Africa?" Xia Yu asked.
Qisha smiled and said, "Father said that North Africa is too chaotic compared to Mexico. Moreover, China and Russia, the two countries that value order the most, have begun to control the area. Once order is restored in North Africa,
Our life will be difficult."
"The relationship between our Yama Luodian and Huaxia is pretty good," Xia Yu said.
"But we can't place our hopes on others."
"That's true. So what is Master's specific plan?"
"First move some people here, then choose an agent, participate in the Mexican elections, and spend money to elect a mayor or congressman! Then... with your brain, you don't need me to explain it in detail, right?"
Xia Yu thought for a while and couldn't help but snap his fingers, "Master is indeed a wily... ahem... that foresighted one!"
In a so-called democratic country like Mexico, as long as it has enough money, it can bribe voters and local media, not to mention mayors and congressmen, even the president can buy one. With official support, the development of Yama Luodian in Mexico
It’s much easier. Of course, if you want to do this, it’s not enough to have money. You must have enough force to protect yourself to prevent political opponents from using dark methods. Of course, for the killer organization of Yama Luodian, force should be the least important thing.
something lacking.
In fact, not only in Mexico, but even in Mexico's neighboring United States, as long as you spend money, you can buy congressmen and even presidents. However, it is more complicated there, and there is no need for Yama Luodian to go through the muddy water there.
"My father plans to clear my name in the future. Do you think it would be better for me to be a councilor or the mayor?" Qisha suddenly asked.
Xia Xia Yu smiled when he heard this, "Member...the mayor has to appear in public frequently. There are too many restrictions. If you want to find time to kill someone, it will be more troublesome."
Qisha thought for a while and nodded, "That makes sense, then I will become a member of the parliament!"
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The two were chatting when they suddenly noticed a motorcycle appearing on the left and right sides of the car. There was a person sitting on the back stand of the car. He had a pistol in his waist and a steel pipe in his hand. From that look, he knew he belonged to a local gang.
people.
As the horn sounded, another pickup truck followed, with a heavy machine gun mounted on it. There was a person standing behind the machine gun, and he was taking aim.
"Fuck!" Xia Xia Yu cursed, "This damn place is really messy!"
Qisha smiled coldly, "After such a long rest, I just want to have some fun today. The guy behind is yours!"
At this time, the man sitting on the back stand of the motorcycle picked up the steel pipe and started knocking on the door of the pickup truck.
The banging sounds were mixed with their somewhat obscene shouts.
Mexicans speak Spanish, and both Xia Yu and Qisha are familiar with this language.
"Stop! Stop quickly!"
"Beauty, stop the car! Let's play with me!"
The man on Qisha's side put the steel pipe behind his back, took out a revolver, and gestured at Qisha.
Qisha sneered, whistled, and shouted: "Wolf! Yours!"
Xia Yusenran smiled and showed the Kun Gang Group's high imitation version of the m16 rifle outside.
Seeing the person in the car showing off his penis, the man on the motorcycle immediately shouted to remind his companion to stop.
But it's too late now!
Qisha's eyes flashed, he turned the steering wheel, stepped on the foot brake, and pulled the hand brake all at once.
The pickup truck made a beautiful drift in an instant. Amidst the violent friction between the tires and the ground, a puff of white smoke came out.
The drift was towards the side of the road. The people on the motorcycle here were unlucky. Just as they heard the "squeaking" sound of tires rubbing against the ground, a pickup truck suddenly crossed in front of them. The driver quickly turned around.
He tried to avoid it, but it was too late. The motorcycle hit the rear of the pickup truck hard.
With a "bang" sound, the motorcycle and the two people immediately flew up. They flew more than ten meters in the air before landing heavily on the ground. The motorcycle exploded with a bang. Both people broke their necks and fell to hell in an instant.
.
The pickup truck drifted to a stop on the side of the road, and the pickup truck and another motorcycle that had been following behind all moved to the front.
Before the car stopped, Xia Yu pushed the sunroof and jumped onto the roof of the car with a thud.
He held the M16 rifle and pulled the trigger.
Chuchuchu!
The first standard three-point shot hit the guy controlling the heavy machine gun on the pickup truck in the head.
Chuchuchu!
The second burst burst the tire of the motorcycle. The motorcycle shuddered suddenly and then began to roll violently. The two people on top were also thrown out.
Chuchuchu!
The third burst was fired, and the bullet accurately passed through the window behind the pickup truck's cab, passed through the driver's seat, and entered his body.
The pickup truck suddenly lost control, ran off the roadbed, rolled and fell into a deep ditch.
Xia Yu returned to the car and smiled, "This gun is not bad."
Qisha shook his head, "AK47 is suitable for you, M16 is too weak."
Xia Yu smiled hoarsely, "That's true..."
When passing by several dead people, burning motorcycles and pickup trucks, neither of them glanced twice. For Qisha and Tianlang, killing such a few minions was like eating melon seeds. It was so normal.
During their trip to Mexico, they didn't know how many people they would kill. These guys were just the appetizers!
After driving for another half an hour, both of them had solemn expressions on their faces, and three more armed pickup trucks followed behind them.
Among the three armed pickup trucks, two were equipped with heavy machine guns, and the remaining one was equipped with twin 23mm anti-aircraft guns. And among the militants sitting in the pickup truck compartment, there was actually someone carrying an RPG rocket launcher.
"What's going on? Is there a civil war in Mexico?" Xia Yu said in surprise.
Qisha slowly raised the car and glanced at the rearview mirror, "I don't know...sit tight, they are going to attack us!"
Before he finished speaking, gunfire rang out from behind.
Qisha also turned the steering wheel at the same time, just dodging a bunch of bullets.
"It's really weird! Kill them first!" Xia Yu checked the ammunition of the m16 and prepared to open the skylight to fight back.
"Wolf, throw out the contents of the blue box at the back!" Qisha reminded him, then stepped on the accelerator and accelerated the speed.
This pickup truck is a modified vehicle carefully selected by the two people. After the power system has been modified, it is much more powerful than an ordinary pickup truck.
When she mentioned this, she immediately distanced herself from the car behind her.
Xia Yu climbed out from the sunroof and got into the rear compartment.
The enemy in the distance seems to have seen someone here and kept shooting. However, it is almost impossible to hit something as big as a human body at a distance of more than a hundred meters and on a bumpy car. Those bullets don't know.
Where did it fly to?
Xia Yu found the blue box and poured out the contents with a smile...