Darkwalker of the Sky World

The current US-Mexico border simply cannot stop Rambo who wants to leave. Because of the spread of the virus, most of the soldiers have already evacuated, leaving only soldiers with chemical protective clothing.

With limited chemical protective clothing, there are also limited guards. A border city, a military powerhouse, has too many places to defend.

With Rambo's ability, the number of people is less than one hundred, which is not a threat to him at all.

At such a time, if it was intercepted, the soldiers' lives would have to be paid, and Johnson was anxious for Rambo to leave.

Seeing the tough Johnson softened, Troutman was not at all happy, because the price was too high.

At this time, Zhou Zhen was actually in the industrial zone of Mira Mesa, less than one kilometer away from them, preparing to head to County Road 67 in the east.

This road built in the wild mountains leads to El Cajon in the east of San Diego. From this city, it can lead to Tecate, the U.S.-Mexico border in the southeast.

Because of his legs injured and the explosion damage was too great, Zhou Zhen felt relieved and didn't want to toss any more, just want to leave the country.

After coming to this world for the first time and the last park where Zhou Zhen died in the battle, Zhou Zhen died at the main entrance. This time, he passed by the east side of the park.

He couldn't help but sighed. He was chased like a dog in his first world. He did not reach this road after all his hardships, but now he arrived easily.

The ability is still getting stronger, this time if it wasn't for the impulse, I jumped directly from the top of the three-story building without taking advantage of it, and I wouldn't get hurt at all.

Moreover, the injury was just a muscle contusion, and the impact on him was not great.

I can still run and jump, but it hurts a bit, and I can recover in a few days.

The city of Tecate is actually in Mexico. There is only one checkpoint in the United States, as well as some convenience facilities for checkpoints and drivers.

The United States is deserted, but Mexico is extremely prosperous.

There is a two-meter-high wall between the two countries. At the top of the wall, there is a one-meter-high power grid.

When it was about to arrive at Tecate, the sky was already bright, Zhou Zhen turned off the car's lights and drove the car into the wasteland.

It was only five or six hundred meters away from the border wall, Zhou Zhen no longer wanted to kill, so he decided to find a place to jump over.

For Zhou Zhen, this was easy, without disturbing anyone, Zhou Zhen successfully stood on the Mexican soil.

The U.S. is deserted and Mexico is very prosperous. When the border wall comes over, this side is a street in Mexico that follows the border wall.

Zhou Zhen met an old man who got up early. Zhou Zhen smiled at him and asked, "Where is the phone booth?"

The old man speaks Spanish with one mouth, not English.

Zhou Zhen knows a little Spanish in the world of the devil's spokesperson, and also stores the entire Spanish dictionary and can pronounce it in Spanish.

But when he was about to speak again, he didn't say that he had called. Instead, he took out a dollar and said stiffly in Spanish: "Go away, don't say you have seen me."

The old man understood, took a dollar, and quickly turned into a path, pretending that he had never seen Zhou Zhen.

There are two worlds separated by a wall.

Although Mexico is a city, this city is very shabby, like a slum.

Most of the houses here are one-story houses, and there are very few second-story houses.

In the first-floor house, those simple wooden houses dominate the mainstream, and there are messy wires everywhere, making them messy.

Because of the lack of water, there is no cross-flow of sewage, but the smell here is still very unpleasant.

Zhou Zhen put on his hat, half of his face was blocked, and the outline of an armed belt and a gun was deliberately exposed.

After walking about two hundred meters south, Zhou Zhen turned into a cross road. At this time, even if someone saw him, they would not think he was from the United States.

After about twenty minutes of light, it was already bright, and Zhou Zhen found a breakfast shop under an excuse.

The Mexican chicken tacos sold at this breakfast shop also offer polenta and a kind of fried nachos.

The polenta is similar to the domestic corn porridge. Zhou Zhen couldn't eat corn flakes, so he ordered a chicken roll.

After eating one bite, Zhou Zhen's face flushed, and then immediately pointed to the polenta. "Come here."

The boss couldn't help laughing. "American?"

Zhou Zhen nodded, before he deliberately said: "You should remind me that I can save you some chili."

He was not Mexican at first glance, and the shopkeeper was deliberately making a fool of him.

However, Zhou Zhen couldn't care about it. He drank a half of the polenta all night, feeling that his mouth was not so hot, and couldn't help taking a bite of the chicken roll.

Zhou Zhen observed it and had to say that Mexicans are too perverted. They eat hot peppers too badly.

Many people buy chicken rolls. Zhou Zhen eats spicy food, but they are accustomed to it. Many people even come over and say they need more chili.

After eating two bites, although it was very delicious, Zhou Zhen really couldn't eat it, so she had to admit defeat and let the boss make one that was not too spicy.

This time, it feels very delicious, and the cuisines of various countries are actually unique.

After eating breakfast, there were more people on the street. Zhou Zhen's pace was not fast or slow, and he quickly completed a block.

Then Zhou Zhen walked into a post office. On one side of the hall, there was a row of telephone booths.

Zhou Zhen exchanged a one-dollar coin, and then dialed a phone call.

On the other end of the phone, the original voice was very annoyed. "Which **** are you?"

"Hi Mesa, is Mexico fun?"

"Oh my God, Rambo..."

Zhou Zhen smiled and said, "My Tecate, how long can you come here?"

"It's fifty kilometers away from me, an hour, no, I can pass in half an hour."

"You come to the small square in the Romero district. There is a church here, and there is a post office next to the church."

"Okay, my hero, I want to kill you."

Zhou Zhen realized that women’s time is different from men’s. She said that half an hour was here, and Zhou Zhen waited for an hour and a half before seeing a Ford pickup leaping over in a mighty posture and stopped. The door of the church.

Then, the gorgeously dressed Mesa got out of the car and looked around.

Finding that there were no stalkers or ambushers, Zhou Zhen walked out of the church with ease. "Hi, beauty, can you take a ride?"

Mesa ran over quickly, jumped onto Zhou Zhen, wrapped his arms around the back of Zhou Zhen's neck, clamped his waist with his legs, and kissed him.

After a long lingering kiss, Mesa said out of breath: "Welcome to the country of freedom, my hero."

This is indeed a free country, the only bad thing is that freedom is excessive.

The city developed rapidly after being listed as a free trade zone in 39 years.

But although their economy ranks fourth in Mexico, it is far worse than the small counties in the interior.

Everywhere is dilapidated, and gun battles can happen at any time. The streets are the territory of the police, but the alleys become the territory of drug dealers and **** workers.

Here, there is a set of rules for the management of the underground world. You can ignore the police, but you have to listen to the gangsters.

Ted's brother is a famous boss in this country and one of the most famous billionaires.

His men have their own armed forces, and there are large plantations in the south.

Although Tijuana is not his core area of ​​influence, as his exit window, he also has a lot of influence here.

Mesa is protected by them in this city, and no one dares to bully her.

Along the way, Zhou Zhen drove, and Mesa introduced everything here to Zhou Zhen, with a slight tone of voice.

"I bought a piece of land near the border wall between Mexico and the U.S. behind the border checkpoint. I am going to build a hotel. I will build it into Tijuana's largest bar. It will supply the purest tobacco, flour, wine, and the most beautiful. Beauty."

Seeing her shining eyes, she was obviously full of longing for the future, but unfortunately, Zhou Zhen could not accompany her for a lifetime.

In less than fifty hours, Zhou Zhen will leave this world, and her destiny will recycle.

But of course he wouldn't be disappointed. He just said, "I'm a little tired, so let's rest for two days before talking."

She nodded. "We will go directly to the beach, and then just the two of us will enjoy a life without interruption. I want you to tell me everything you did in Los Angeles. Do you know how surprised I was when I saw the news in Los Angeles yesterday?

You have blown up an oil refinery in half, and Mobil will cry miserably. how did you do it? Why did you get so many explosives? "

Zhou Zhen was a little surprised. "Have you not received any new messages?"

Zhou Zhen turned on the radio and said, "You tune in to the local broadcast."

She twisted the radio, and a voice came from inside: "We have to be thankful that the east wind was mainly in the past two days. Even if there is a virus, the existence of Tijuana Mountain Park will not affect life in Tijuana."

"what happened?"

Zhou Zhen smiled and said: "I bombed the oil refinery the day before yesterday, and last night I bombed two more biological research institutes, as well as an aircraft manufacturing plant of the US military."

"Wow..." She jumped up all at once. "I want to listen, I want to listen..."

"Don't make trouble... I'm driving..."

She gave a passionate kiss excitedly before returning to her position, winking like silk: "I'm excited..."

Zhou Zhen thought for a while, what was said on the radio is not necessarily true, this should be the local government's intention to whitewash peace in fear of chaos.

Western countries are best at this kind of deception, which prevents the people from receiving real information.

Even if it is true, Tijuana is not suitable for living in these two days.

After briefly talking to Mesa about the impact of the bombing of the Institute of Biology, Zhou Zhen asked: "Are there any scenic spots nearby? Let's go play for two days."

Mesa thought for a while and said: "About a hundred kilometers to the south, there is an Ensenada. There are mountains blocking it from here, and Thiago has some properties there. We can go there."

"Okay, I'll listen to your arrangements."

At this point, it's time to enjoy...