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Alejandro glanced at him, pointed to a web page and said.

There are reward orders hanging on the web page, with amounts ranging from large to small, ranging from millions to tens of thousands. The Mata Group and the Reyes Group have been competing with each other for more than ten years. They already know the ins and outs and have almost listed most of the middle and high-level members of the Reyes Group.

There are also some earlier reward orders for military and police members, lawyers, newspaper reporters, TV hosts and even local mayors who are opposed to the Mata Group. In the past, the Mata Group has put bounty orders on members of the Reyes Group, but no bold killer has ever dared to take it.

"The door to hell is open!" Alejandro said, tapping his fingers on the table: "Those killers will be happy to show us Mexican folk traditional art."

Broly stood in the center of the living room, picking up two dumbbells weighing 300 kilograms and doing weight training, one set of sixteen, and he did five sets in a row. The dumbbells shook slightly, making a heavy metal impact sound.

The weight that ordinary people could not lift was as light as a bird in his hands.

"This reward order is just the beginning. Things in Palomata are never that simple. Just assassinating a few cadres cannot shake the Reyes Group. They will soon hire mercenaries to attack the Reyes Group's transfer Stations, laboratories, and production plants to launch attacks. We need to find a few helpers, just two people are not like a mercenary force."

US-Mexico border, entry and exit ports. An RV stopped at the customs checkpoint.

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Deafening industrial heavy metal rock was playing in the car, and two white men in beach shirts and beach pants swayed to the music.

"Passport?" asked the customs officer at the checkpoint, "Are you all Americans?"

"Yes, it's the Americans."

The driver in the car took out two passports and handed them to the staff.

The staff took the passports, which were just a pair of thick ones. It is much easier to enter Mexico from the United States than from Mexico to the United States.

"Um, are you going to the port of Ensenada, Mexico?"

He asked the two people in the car.

"Yes, go take a look and try to catch a tuna."

The staff returned the passport to the driver.

"Is it the tuna season recently? Many people are going to enter Mexico these days, so I wish you a safe journey."

The driver started the RV and sped down the Mexican highway.

"Marafak, it seems there are many competitors for this job."

The RV exited the highway at a fork in the road, drove on a dilapidated country road, and finally drove into a village. There were already three people in the village squatting on the roadside, smoking and waiting.

"You're late, Wade."

The three of them stood up. They were all tall and had thick calluses on their fingers and palms.

"No way, the traffic coming out of Pendleton is as big as my intestines."

Wade Wilson said he climbed into the cabin of the RV and removed the mattress, revealing the guns and ammunition neatly arranged inside. There were even two packs of C4 explosives and more than twenty offensive grenades.

(Wade Wilson is Deadpool’s real name. At the moment he does not yet possess super-Ability.)

The five people skillfully distributed various firearms and ammunition and checked the condition of the firearms.

"As you all know, the enemy this time is the Reyes Group. In normal times, we would not have taken on such a job. But I heard that the Mata Group recently found a very powerful Mutant, and it is difficult to defeat the Reyes Group. Parry.”

said five-man organizer Jack Hamer.

"We'll fix it up here for a day and then head to Mexico City."

Most of the five people are former members of the special forces, and even if they are not, they are retired Marines and have already experienced hundreds of battles. Some people just lay down in the shade of the trees to rest and regain their energy; others carried rifle target paper and went to the wasteland outside the village to calibrate their firearms.

Jack Hammer, nicknamed Weasel, opened a bottle of cold beer and took a sip.

"We're going to make a fortune this time, Wade. No one in all of Mexico is richer than Filippoto and Barlow."

He has a very broad network among mercenaries and can often organize people to take on tasks with high commissions. Although he does not participate in the battle, he can always draw a lot of money from it.

The cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Jack Hammer glanced at the caller number and his expression became serious. He pointed to the phone and said to Wade.