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At night, Nuevo Laredo, a city on the Mexican border, is full of feasting lights, and men and women in the streets and alleys are drinking and taking drugs without any scruples.

From time to time, two groups of people who drank too much fought each other on the main road. The passers-by not only did not call the police, but instead cheered and cheered, as if all this was normal. All.

"You should follow him."

Rambo glanced at the female reporter on the co-pilot, he was curious why the female reporter followed him.

Paz Vega said: "I've been to Kassan Street a few times. It's just a lair of the Skeleton Gang. Except for a few thugs, there aren't many members of the Skeleton Gang. On the contrary, it's Dallas Street where you want to go. It should be the lair of the Skeleton Gang, if no one takes you there, it is very likely that you will be discovered by their secret whistle in advance."

"You mean they have secret whistle?" Rambo frowned, it seems that this skeleton gang is not so easy to deal with.

"Most of the gangs here have secret whistles. It may be an old man in his sixties or seventies, or he may be a child in his teens. I almost exposed my identity before because a white-haired old man in his seventies ordered me. "

When Paz Vega thought of that encounter, she was still a little scared. She had stayed in Mexico for more than a year, and she had truly seen the darkness of this city, or the country, and killed one or two foreigners. For a human trafficking organization like the Skeleton Gang, it's a trivial matter.

If it's just because of this, Paz Vega is not particularly afraid. After all, she has been a reporter for so many years and has reported many gangster vendettas in the United States, which made her really scared and desperate. It is this city, as if everyone has close ties to gangsters and drug dealers.

You can't be sure whether a kind old man sitting at the door of his house is a secret sentinel placed by gangsters nearby; an innocent little boy with big eyes blinking may also be a little spy sent by drug dealers to inquire about information.

Ordinary people in this city have been too deeply involved with the gangster drug dealers. They either work for the gangsters or their family members join the gangsters. They have truly become a city of crime that only appears in movies.

After listening to the female reporter's description of the city, Rambo's heart tightened. He didn't expect the people here to be so deeply involved with the gangsters. No wonder Gu Ren just told him not to startle the snake. If necessary, wait for him to come and gather The strength of two people is a quick battle.

"Here it is! Dallas Street is in front of it. I've been here twice before, but I didn't know that this is the lair of the Skeleton Gang."

The female reporter pointed to the street in front of her. Rambo looked up and saw more than a dozen houses built on the high slope, which looked very ordinary, densely packed with windows, with light and darkness, just like an ordinary residential building .

Parked the car on the side of the road, turned off the lights, and let the engine stop completely.

For a moment, Rambo turned his head and glanced at David who had lost a lot of blood in the back seat and had already passed out. For this damn human trafficker, Rambo had no mercy. He just wanted to see if this guy was dead, if he was dead. , there is no need for him to waste his energy to solve it, if he is not dead, it will end in advance.

Seeing that David was dying, with only one breath left, Rambo pulled out an M1911 on his back and handed it to the female reporter, asking, "Will you use this gun?"

"I haven't used it, but I have played with pistols before." Paz Vega shook her head. She is an American, so she naturally has the opportunity to get in touch with pistols, but all of them are small women's pistols, this M1911 large-caliber The 45 pistol has not been used.

"It's very simple. It doesn't have a lot of recoil, but it may be a bit difficult for you. If someone approaches this car, you hold it with both hands and shoot directly."

After Rambo introduced the correct method of using this pistol, he said very seriously: "If someone tries to get close to the car and hurt you, don't hesitate to shoot directly, understand?"

After the female reporter took the pistol, she took a deep breath and nodded,

"clear!"

"Wait here for me. If you see that I haven't come down in twenty minutes, use this to contact my friends."

Immediately, Rambo took out his mobile phone and handed it to the other party. He picked up the black M16 from under his feet, opened the magazine and the magazine and checked it. He just took a few spare magazines, opened the car door, and looked around. Look, make sure no one has noticed him, and carefully touch the houses on the hillside.

Soon, in the blink of an eye, Rambo ran up a steep slope and disappeared in front of the female reporter.

Dim street lights illuminate this not-so-spacious street, and a few cars are parked on the curb.

In the silent street, in the sealed carriage, the tense atmosphere is spreading.

The female reporter looked around in a little fear, and there was no one on the road, but her heart was still beating wildly, her hands tightly clenched the pistol, and she was ready to shoot if someone came over.

At the same time, David in the back seat was still bleeding, his breathing became weaker and weaker, his blurred eyes gradually lost their luster, and his body gradually became colder.

...

No. 721 Cassan Street, Holiday Inn, this is a small two-story hotel with a small entrance, much like some small hotels in green light districts, the dim lights make it look cheap and full of special Charming, the old drivers immediately understood it when they saw this kind of place.

There is a cash register on the right side of the door, and there is a dark-skinned Mexican in his thirties sitting inside. He has some strange tattoos on his arms, and he is playing with his mobile phone with a cigarette in his mouth.

At this time, a man in a suit stepped into the small hotel, came to the cash register, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and handed it to the Mexican in front of him, and said with a smile: "Hi John, today Is there anything new?"

John took the cigarette with a smile and sniffed the tobacco, "You came just in time. There is a newcomer joining today, and you are the first one."

"That's great, I like the first one!" There was a lewd smile on the corner of the man's mouth.

John looked down at the account book, pointed to the upstairs and said, "Room 205, you wait up there, I'll ask someone to take her there."

"Then I'll go up and look forward to it." The man in the suit excitedly took the key and walked quickly towards the second floor.

"Zizi...Mark, bring the newcomer to room 205."

"Zizi...Okay..."

John put away the walkie-talkie, threw the cigarette butt between his fingers on the ground, stomped it out with his feet, lit the cigarette that the man in the suit gave him just now, took a deep breath, and with the smoke, he said contentedly: " A good smoke is a good smoke, and it is exciting to smoke.”

creak!

Suddenly, there was a sound of a car braking suddenly on the road outside the door.

John leaned out and saw a luxury sports car parked at the door, and then a man with an Asian face in his twenties opened the door and got out, walking towards him step by step.

Um?

This kind of person will come to play with us?

John frowned slightly. He recognized the brand of the sports car. It was Aston Martin. It looked like a million-dollar luxury car. How could such a person come from a small hotel? Could it be that rich people have such weird personalities?

As soon as he entered the door, Gu Ren looked at the man casually and said, "I heard that you have new products here."

"Sir, your news is very accurate." John raised his eyebrows, thinking in his heart, since he really came to play, how should he kill him severely.

"where?"

"Someone ordered her just now, and I have sent someone to send her in, but if you want to play first, you have to pay more."

"How long!"

Gu Ren's heart skipped a beat, won't you be late?

"Zizi...Mark, did someone send it in?" John suddenly picked up the walkie-talkie and asked.

"Just sent it in, what's the matter?"

"You go in first and let him stop, we have a new customer here."

John held down the walkie-talkie and finished talking, looked up at the Asian man in front of him and smiled, "Sir, if you want to play first, three thousand dollars, just give me three thousand dollars, and someone will send it to your room, guaranteed Fresh, just shipped from America."

"Which room are you in?"

"Room? In 205, if you want to go up directly."

Before John could continue speaking, he suddenly noticed that the man in front of him had drawn out a pistol and pointed the muzzle straight at his head.

"You... what are you doing! We are skeletons..."

John panicked, and when he was about to move out of his backer, Gu Ren gently pulled the trigger of the pistol.

boom!

A puff of gunpowder smoke came out of the muzzle of the gun, and a black hole appeared between John's eyebrows.

After finishing this person, Gu Ren turned around and went straight to room 205 on the second floor.

At the same time, the gunshot alarmed a group of jolly clients upstairs, who climbed out of bed in horror and put on their clothes tremblingly.

At this moment, the skeleton gang thugs who were playing cards in the lounge on the first floor changed their expressions immediately when they heard the gunshots ahead, and quickly took out their weapons and prepared to go to support.

205!

205!

Gu Ren recited the door number silently in his heart, and after quickly running up to the second floor, he found room 205 on the right side of the corridor.

At this time, the door was closed tightly, and Gu Ren fired several shots at the door handle. After breaking the lock, he kicked the door open and rushed in.

After entering, a very young girl was sitting on the floor of the house, while a man in a suit and a strong man with tattoos stood beside the bed.

"Bang bang!"

He fired two shots in a row, and the bullets directly pierced the forehead of the tattooed strong man. The blood splashed all over the face of the man in the suit next to him. He looked at Gu Ren in horror, took a step back trembling, and accidentally tripped over the bed and fell on the ground. on the ground.

"Don't shoot, it has nothing to do with me, don't shoot!" the man in the suit cried on the ground in fear.

Gu Ren ignored him, and walked directly to the girl sitting on the ground in front of him. Under the fearful eyes of the other party, Gu Ren turned her face away.

Not Capri!

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