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Soon, three Volkswagen Kailuwei commercial vehicles caught up with them. The windows were covered with coating, making it difficult to see what was going on inside the car.

A red light and all the cars stopped.

"It's time to get to work."

Matt said, drawing a 4a1, and Broly used the hk-433 from earlier.

Kailuwei's car door was opened, and several strange-looking gangster gunmen were about to get out of the car. The first person was shot down before the soles of his feet touched the ground, and a whole car of people was blocked in the car. Broly squeezed the trigger and fired wildly at the opponent's car.

Soon, all three Kailuwei were shot into sieves. The gunman who was shot weakly slid out of the car door. Now they could finally get out of the car.

The man riding the motorcycle started the motorcycle in fear. He did not expect that in less than three seconds, the domineering gunmen in the gang would have turned into corpses.

Before he could drive very far, a bloody flower exploded on his head. The out-of-control motorcycle rushed off the road and drove more than ten meters before falling to the ground with the body.

"It's really accurate."

Matt raised his eyebrows, a little surprised. In his expectation, a guy as powerful as Broly should disdain firearms.

"A rabble."

The Crown Victoria moved on, leaving bodies on the ground.

Soon, they arrived at Farakon's mansion. The luxurious white walls, wrought iron gates, gardens, fountains, and marble columns make you feel like you are in the Palace of Versailles.

"When I saw this house, I realized that drug trafficking is really profitable."

Wade sighed with emotion, and the next moment, he stretched out his gun and shot a gunman holding a grenade launcher. This shot seemed to press some button, and gunfire erupted inside and outside the mansion.

The four people quickly advanced towards the interior of Farrakoon's mansion, and the gunmen who blocked them along the way were shot and killed with almost no resistance.

Soon, they caught Farakon, his wife and two sons trying to leave through the tunnel. There was also a thin, middle-aged Latino.

"Kill them, kill them, Koko!"

Farrakon ordered the Latin American somewhat hysterically. He is a Mexican with a friendly face, a neatly trimmed beard, a somewhat burly figure, and wearing formal clothes. When ordinary people see him, their first impression will definitely be that of a middle-level manager of a large multinational company, and they will never think of him as a drug lord with bloody hands.

The Latin American Mutant opened his hands and was about to activate his ability when a dagger was thrust into his lower jaw and penetrated his brain.

Broly pulled out the dagger, shook off the blood, and inserted it back into the sheath on Alejandro's leg.

Matt patted Alejandro on the shoulder.

"The rest is your time."

Wade opened his mouth to say something, then turned his head after hesitating for a moment.

Alejandro walked up to Farakon expressionlessly, and under his cold gaze, Farakon quickly fell to his knees. Her wife trembled and knelt down with her two children.

He looked down at Farakon, and then at the dining table not far away. The food on it was very rich.

"Every night, how many families die because of you? But you, you are enjoying dinner leisurely in this palace."

Faracon held his son's hand and forced himself to look at Alejandro, his rapid breathing revealing the tension in his heart. But years of experience in gunfire and bullets made him quickly hide his nervousness.

His expression became natural again, and he looked at Alejandro as if he were looking at an old friend for many years.

"I know your wife. She is a very gentle woman. Do you think she will be proud of you now?"

Alejandro remained expressionless, but Broly saw veins suddenly bulging in the hand holding the gun.

"What about my daughter? Do you still know my daughter?"

Faradon closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Your daughter, you know that I always put the option of force last, but Filippoto is different. He is very irritable and I can't influence his decision."

Alejandro said word for word.

"So I will kill Filippoto too."

Farakon knew that he was certain to die today. The muscles on his face were trembling, his eyes were red, and tears were surging.

"At least, at least not in front of the children."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three gunshots were fired, and blood splashed into Farakon's eyes.

"as you wish."

Alejandro did the gentlemanly thing.

Farrakon opened his eyes wide and looked at Alejandro. He wiped his eyes, and the blood on his fingers was bright red and dazzling. After doing all this, Alejandro dropped the rifle in his hand and sat directly on the ground without saying a word.