Dean tensed his nerves and groped forward.

It was the only place around to hide.

Over the weeds.

Dean looked stunned.

It turned out that there was a slope below.

Several cars were parked obliquely in the open space, and there were corpses lying all over the ground in the middle, like a black-eating-black scene.

Below the slope is exactly where the front of the road turns.

It's no wonder that the four gunmen suddenly attacked Malago's police car.

Because they don't shoot, Malago will also see this scene when he turns a corner

Dean noticed.

On the pickup truck on one side, there were two people leaning on the compartment, who seemed to have been shot. Judging by their skin color, they should be Mexicans like the group of gunmen.

A truce ahead.

Let the two feel a little uneasy.

From time to time they raised their heads and looked in Dean's direction.

However, because of the terrain, Dean could easily see them, but it was difficult for them to see Dean who had been watching them through the cover of the withered grass.

Just when Dean was thinking about how to kill the two people below.

Malago and Harry, each carrying a semi-automatic rifle, rushed over from behind.

"Dean, are you alright?" Harry asked concerned, at the same time ashamed that he hadn't offered any help earlier.

"Hush." ​​Dean hinted that the two of them were quiet, and pointed down: "There are also two accomplices of the shooter there. It seems that we are unlucky, and we met them."

"These are Mexican drug dealers!", Malago saw the following situation at a glance: "This place is not far from the border, they should have a problem with the transaction process, they are black people!"

When it comes to black, eat black.

Malago's breathing became much more rapid.

As an old Texan who had lived on the land his whole life, he knew exactly what lay ahead!

Drugs and money!

Dean noticed his strangeness, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he guessed that he was thinking.

This is a good opportunity to test Harry.

Think here.

Dean patted Malago on the shoulder: "Harry is covering from above, we go down and deal with them, maybe this time we have an unexpected harvest."

After speaking, he gave Malago a meaningful look.

This arrangement is to prevent Malago from raising bad thoughts.

Malago immediately realized that Dean had seen through his thoughts. Thinking of his amazing marksmanship before, he dared not refuse, and took out a row of bullets from his waist: "This is a revolver bullet."

Dean didn't refuse.

Replenish ammo.

Dean and Malago slid sideways down the ramp.

At the same time, Harry was up there, firing randomly into a clearing.

The two people in the pickup truck were immediately attracted by the gunshots, and nervously aimed their guns over there.

They didn't notice.

Two figures had already quietly touched behind them.

One is close to fifty meters.

Dean found the right angle and raised his hand to shoot twice.

Almost at the same time.

A message flashed across Dean's mind: [Kill all the drug lords of the Hara family this time, solve the black and white case in the wilderness, experience value +600]

The information on the panel affirmed Dean's fierce marksmanship.

Dean smiled.

600 experience points are credited, An Yi.

Malago on the side was startled by the gunfire.

He was worried that Dean would miss if he shot at such a long distance, and then he would startle the enemy, and immediately looked at the pickup nervously.

I saw the back compartment of the pickup truck, and the figures of the previous two people were no longer visible, only the front of the pickup truck had two large splattered blood stains.

"Don't be so nervous." Dean flicked a gun: "Within fifty meters, even coins can't escape my bullets!"

"FK!" Malago felt the oppressive force of Dean's marksmanship at close range this time, and couldn't help but swear: "Your marksmanship is definitely no worse than Bob's!"

"who is he?"

"Bob is the top shooter in Texas. He can shoot six Frisbees within 1 second, and he has won the title of gun king in the Texas Revolver three times in a row!"

The two chatted as they approached the convoy.

Malago sighed: "It's a pity that he is already old. I didn't expect to see a shooter comparable to him in my lifetime."

Beauty is easy to grow old, hero is late.

Dean whistled and said with a smile, "So, Malago, do you still think I'm soft?"

"It's tough!" Malago said convincingly: "I must apologize to you for what I said before, Dean, no matter what you are here for this time, when you arrive at the Del Rio branch, I will let the guys fully support you !"

very good!

Dean shook Malago's right hand, retracted the blade ready to see blood in his pocket, and shouted to Harry on the slope: "Harry, come down, it's harvest time."

Harry witnessed Dean's terrifying marksmanship this time.

He rushed down the slope excitedly, like a little boy, looking at Dean with great admiration: "From the first time I saw you disassemble the pistol, I knew you were a master, Dean!"

"Calm down, Harry." Dean pointed to the corpses everywhere: "Help check the scene, Malago and I have a cigarette."

"Come on."

Harry at the moment is well-behaved and obedient.

This is the first rule of survival he learned from the slums: follow the strong!

Malago wisely kept his hands away from the semi-automatic rifle on his body, and at the same time pointed to the corpse of a Mexican and introduced: "The tattoo on his body is the symbol of a Mexican family named Jara."

In the United States, the era of family gangs has passed. On the contrary, in the area near the border in Mexico, gangs often have families as their core.

"Trouble?" Dean asked curiously.

Killing drug dealers is much easier than his hard work to solve the case.

It's just too risky.

And just happen to trigger a reasonable case.

Malago shook his head indifferently: "It's just a small family that only emerged last year, and only such a small force with no foundation will choose black to eat black."

This kind of transnational drug lord business pays attention to reputation and channels.

These are gone.

That small family can only grab the domestic market.

The drug lords over there are much crazier than those in the United States.

During the conversation between the two.

Harry was quick on his feet.

After a while.

Two open boxes, a pile of scattered banknotes and other messy things were piled up on the floor.

A box of drugs, a box of banknotes.

Classic drug lord transaction scenario.

The three of them gathered around these things, each with their own thoughts.

Dean glanced at the two of them and said proactively: "Guys, I have some bad news. The shooter just now belongs to a gangster family in Mexico. If we don't want to cause trouble for ourselves and our family, it's best to clear up our existence." Trace, do not report this attack."

The shooting happened suddenly.

They didn't have time to call for help.

"Then what about these things and corpses?" Harry vaguely guessed what was going to happen next, and swallowed: "Also, Malago's police car is full of bullet holes, we can't cover them up."

"Just throw the body in the car and burn it." Malago laughed, "Don't worry about the police car. I'll let my daughter drive over to deal with it, including the flour and black money!"

In this no man's land.

Dead people are as insignificant as dead ants.

Seeing the other party's indifferent expression, Harry reacted abruptly.

This is not Los Angeles!

Even in several branches in Los Angeles, there are many hidden black policemen who have contacts with some gangs, and even set up small hills inside the branch.

Not to mention the border branch!

When Harry thought of this, his scalp became numb, and he immediately stood behind Dean, and said in an affirmative tone, "I listen to Dean."

Dean nodded: "Malargo, call your daughter."

Two hours later.

A strong female with arms as thick as Harry's thighs came here in an empty van, followed by seven white men with grim expressions.

Without a word, they dismantled Malago's original police car and replaced it with new parts that erased all traces of the bullet holes.

When they leave.

The police car has been restored to its original appearance.

The black money and flour have also disappeared.

In Dean's hand, there was an extra lottery ticket with the highest prize of one million dollars.

The kind that must hit!

"Come on guys, I can't wait to get Marina, find Bert who got away, and get back to L.A. and enjoy life."

With harvested smiles, the three started the police car again and drove towards the Del Rio branch.

behind.

Billows of black smoke rose.

The cold and stern Gobi hurricane howled, as if telling the world the stories that happened here

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