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"You know how much I want revenge, and I hope you don't stop me."

Matt shrugged, picked up his beer and continued drinking.

Returning to the safe house in El Paso, Alejandro suddenly put his hand on his lower back vigilantly, pulled out the pistol from the holster, held the gun, and walked into the room cautiously.

"Don't be nervous, it's me."

Broly sat carelessly on the sofa in the safe house.

"How's it going? Is the deal settled?"

Alejandro holstered his pistol, walked into the kitchen, made a few sandwiches and put them on the dinner plate.

"Matt will not stop us and will provide necessary help. At least the border inspection will not check our car." He picked up a sandwich and took a few bites: "We are going to Mexico today."

After finishing his sandwich, he opened the secret door of the cabinet and took out two large bags of equipment.

"Can you use firearms?"

"Definitely!"

Broly said. Although his fists are much more powerful than rifles, they are far less efficient in killing people. So he exchanged his Renaissance Points for this Ability.

[Lan Qi’s shooting skills]

This ability only costs 5 points, but it is very practical. After all, even with a submachine gun, it is not easy to hit Kame Sennin.

Alejandro nodded, took out a rifle from the equipment bag, and threw it to Broly.

"hk-433, 12-inch barrel, the latest product launched by hk company. c-ag drum, loaded with 100 rounds"

Broly played with the rifle in his hand. The fine workmanship and precise mechanical structure made this rifle more like a handicraft than a weapon.

"Do drug traffickers use such good weapons? In my impression, they seem to be using old rifles like AK47, right?"

Alejandro shook his head.

"The Mata Group is not a small player. Their assets are about 25 billion US dollars. They will not use the rags of the last century."

Diaz is a high-level lawyer for the Reyes Group. He has a large number of contacts in the Mexican law enforcement agencies and has bribed countless police officers for Reyes. He also advocates lobbying, trying to change Mexican laws and create new opportunities for the Reyes Group. A more relaxed environment. He grabbed a lot of wealth from it and owned a mansion with more than a hundred rooms and an artificial lake filled with ferocious fish collected from all over the world.

Three strong bodyguards surrounded him as he walked out of the Bank of Mexico Commercial Financial Building and got into the back seat of a Maybach S560.

In this tallest and most expensive office building in Mexico, he rented an entire floor as the office space of his law firm.

The heavy luxury car drove out of the parking space lightly under the powerful engine. Just as it was about to enter the main road, a dilapidated van suddenly rushed out and blocked the road.

The car door opened, and a heavily armed gangster wearing a skull hood directly raised his rifle and shot at the Maybach S560. The front windshield of the luxury car was instantly filled with bullet holes, but most of the bullets did not penetrate the bulletproof glass.

There was a roar from the engine compartment, and the bodyguards in the car tried to forcefully drive away the van blocking the front.

"cut!"

Broly threw away the rifle in his hand, faced the oncoming luxury car without dodge, stepped on the front of the luxury car, and stopped the entire car with brute force.

The tires rubbed against the ground violently, emitting a stream of hot black smoke. The engine roared, but the entire car did not move at all.

The bodyguard in the car rolled down the window in panic, stretched out his rifle and tried to shoot.

"Bang! Bang!"

Alejandro, who was in the driver's seat of the van, had already gotten out of the car and raised his rifle to kill them all.

Diaz opened the car door, moved his bloated body, and ran towards the Financial Building.

"boom!"

A cloud of blood mist burst out from his feet, his fat body fell heavily to the ground, and his glasses flew out. His strong desire to survive made him crawl up from the ground and continue running limping.

"boom!"

The injured leg was shot again, and now Diaz could no longer run and was squirming on the ground like a fat maggot.

Alejandro walked slowly, picked up the glasses that fell on the ground, and threw them on Diaz.

"Put it on."

He pointed the rifle at Diaz and spoke calmly.

Diaz shivered as he picked up his glasses and put them on.

Alejandro pulled off his hood so Diaz could see his face clearly. Diaz obviously recognized his identity, his pupils shrank, and he was about to say something.

"Good bye my friend."