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After three days of rest in the slums in the northern suburbs of Mexico City, most of the wounds on his body were healed. When he left, he took the time to visit the famous black market town of Tapito in Mexico.

There, he exchanged 5 million pesos, 650 ounces of gold, and some jewelry for $680,000 in cash, a second-hand Hummer off-road vehicle, two Glock 17 pistols, an M21 light sniper rifle, some bullets, and a bulletproof vest.

, two sets of SEAL uniforms, a medical kit, a military radar watch, two boxes of military cans, etc.

Tapito is one of the largest black markets in Mexico. As long as you have money, you can buy most anything you can take away, including drugs, arms, people, etc.

But this is also one of the most dangerous places in Mexico. Even the traffickers have to be fully armed when trading here.

Duca uses a lot of cash on the black market, which will naturally attract the attention of interested people.

When he came out, there were more than a dozen vehicles and more than 30 armed robbers ambushed at the entrance of the town.

Duca had nothing to say in this situation. He stepped on the accelerator and the Hummer roared out.

Boom~

A rocket exploded behind the butt of the car, and the body of the car was lifted one meter high by the air wave, and then hit the ground heavily.

Duka was beaten to pieces, and his internal organs almost ejected from his stomach.

He secretly cursed you bastard, how could you resist the robbery with a rocket launcher? It's so unreasonable.

Seeing that the robbers were about to rush up to collect the loot, he had no time to complain, started the car and continued to rush forward.

Rumble~

Seeing that he hadn't fainted, the robbers also jumped into the car.

Starting from Mexico City to Leon, the capital of Guanajuato state in the north, there is a distance of more than 380 kilometers. The group of robbers chased him for more than 380 kilometers from noon to night. They pursued him so hard that he even had no time to eat and rest.

There is no time either.

However, there is an advantage to following these people - when we came out of Mexico City, there were originally many police cars and policemen patrolling along the road. But when they saw the fight, they did not dare to say anything, and they all hid in a safe area to watch the fun.

When he arrived in Laion, Duca didn't have time to go into the city to visit its ancient buildings. He chewed a few military biscuits and drank a bottle of milk in the car, and continued driving towards the mountains.

The robbers also followed him into the mountains.

Mexico is a plateau country, surrounded by the Sierra Madre Mountains on its east, west and south sides, with 5/6 of its land on plateaus over 2,000 meters above sea level.

Due to the high altitude and complex terrain, the northern states have fewer permanent residents, a vast territory and sparsely populated areas, and the government has not built state-level highways. As a result, the road conditions here are extremely poor, and there are no roads at all in some places.

Duca relied on the powerful crawling ability of the Hummer to drive forward, almost overturning several times.

The convoy of robbers behind them overturned two vehicles on the way. Some vehicles had too low chassis and could only park outside.

After a night's trek, only five off-road vehicles were left in the robber's convoy to follow him to the northern state of Zacatecas.

Saka is located in the middle of the northern states.

Going east is New Orleans, passing through New Orleans and entering the southern state of Texas.

Going north is Chihuahua, Mexico's largest state, which borders Texas and New Mexico in the United States.

Going west is the Sierra Madre Occidental Mountains, where the climate and terrain are more suitable for growing crops. Since the last century, this area has become the main product production base in North America and is sold everywhere.

Most of the people in the mountainous areas are members and peripheral members of the trafficking group, informants, suppliers, etc. There are millions of them.

If someone like him goes in with weapons and a large amount of cash, he will most likely be buried there.

Duca looked at the map and decided to go all the way north to Chihuahua.

The land there is vast and sparsely populated, with a large desert and the Gobi Desert in the northeast and a large area of ​​virgin forest in the southwest. You can get away from the robbers there and rest for a while before heading to the United States.

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"Aunt Sarah, have you heard anything? Has the gangster Duka been caught?"

In Mexico City, Penelope found Sarah Xinemens, the consular counselor of the embassy, ​​and asked.

Counselor Xinimens shook his head, "The police and gangsters intercepted him all the way, but Duca ran so fast and his marksmanship was so accurate that no one could stop him. He was probably almost at Casa State at this time."

"So powerful? This guy can really run."

Penelope smiled.

"Stop talking about him. Mexico will give you an explanation for this matter. Just stay in the embassy and try not to go out except for performances."

"I know, I know, now even if you ask me to go to the city, I won't go."

Penelope curled her lips. What happened last time had cast a shadow on Mexico City. Unless she went with that guy, she wouldn't feel safe if she followed someone else.

I just hope that guy can run away.

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In the evening, a Humvee slowly entered the town of Upper Sain in the central region of Saka State - the only place name marked on the map with a radius of 200 kilometers.

This is a tourist town. It is said that the people are simple and very welcoming to tourists, but Duca is not a tourist. He is a robber who is being hunted by the black and white gangs in Mexico.

He also carries a large amount of cash with him, which is like the fragrant Tang Monk meat, which attracts people's greed.

When entering the town, there was music bursting in the town square, and many people wearing national costumes gathered around the bonfire and performed the traditional dance Harabe.

He drove the Hummer and slowly arrived in front of the gas station, trying not to attract anyone's attention.

But Hummer is still too rare in mountainous areas. At first, many children gathered around the car to look at it, touch the tires, and knock on the steel plate of the door. The glass of the car is bulletproof, so they did not worry about being touched.

After a while, many adults gathered around and blocked the road.

Duca leaned against the car door, holding the gun in his pocket.

After coming out of Mexico City, he encountered several plots along the way and was plotted against many times. Whenever he saw a group of strangers, he automatically kept his distance and was vigilant. He was a bit paranoid about being persecuted.

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"Sir, your car looks really cool."

A man looked at the Hummer and admired it.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir!"

Mexicans like to be called Mr., Madam, and Miss, and Duca is not uninterested.

"Sir, where are you from?"

The man handed over a homemade cigarette.

“Start from Mexico City and take a self-driving trip north.”

Duka took the cigarette without smoking. It was not far from the Dama cultivation area. Dama leaves were cheaper than palm leaves. Residents often added some hemp leaves to their cigarettes to appear more sincere.

"Sir, are you leaving tonight?"

a young woman asked.

"Yes ma'am!"

Duka said while holding the brim of his hat.

"Why not stay? Our town has the best tequila, enthusiastic girls, and the best cigarettes. Don't you want to try it?"

The woman invited warmly.

"Haha~ Yes, and Ella's bed is very soft. Don't you want to try it?"

The women around laughed.

"What a coincidence!"

Duca smiled politely, walked to the gas station owner and asked him to fill up quickly.

The gas stations here are relatively primitive. They still use oil barrels to pour oil. It takes half an hour to fill two large tanks.

"Sir, look at how enthusiastic everyone is, why don't you accept it?"

The fat owner of the gas station laughed.

"I'm too busy and time waits for no one."

Duca shrugged his shoulders.

"That's a pity. There is an old legend in our town. If you pass by here without staying overnight, something bad will happen after you go out. You should be more careful."

The fat boss chuckled.

Duca frowned.

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