Two Realms: Don’t call me evil!

Faced with such a situation in Mexico, Nittel could only withdraw his team excitedly, but what he didn't expect was.

Three days later, he received new news.

Not only were the officials at the port not dealt with, but even the gangsters they caught were released by the police, and all the confiscated Tianyuan hair growth liquid disappeared.

"Did the gangsters escape from prison? A fire broke out in the police warehouse, and the confiscated Tianyuan hair growth liquid was burned? Are you fooling me like a three-year-old child?"

In the office building in Mexico City, Michele Cantu looked at the explanations given by the police and was almost laughed out of anger.

"Nittel, do the officials in your country have a bottom line?"

"This."

Nittel was extremely embarrassed. He couldn't tell Michele Cantu directly that the bottom line of our country's officials is that there is no bottom line. As long as they can make money, they dare to do whatever you dare to think.

"Forget it, there's no point in arguing with you about this. I've received news that there is a production line of Tianyuan hair growth liquid in the Chimacan slums. I hope you can send the police to destroy it with us."

Michele Cantu took out another stack of information and said in a serious tone.

"Ah, going to Chimacan may be dangerous, so why not not go in."

Nitel hesitated, looking reluctant.

"I know that the slums in your country are not safe, so I applied for your police support. We are ready."

Michele Cantu said without hesitation that he was ready.

"Well, okay, I'll contact the police."

Nitel thought about it and it was really not good to keep refusing, otherwise the senior officials in the United States would send a letter to their president again.

Mexican City is the capital of Mexico. It is a large city with a population of more than 20 million.

It is hard to imagine that a super city like Mexican City still has slums.

Chimacan is the largest slum in Mexico City, where the number of poor people gathered reached an astonishing 1.5 million.

When Michele Cantu led the team and a large number of police officers entered here, they could not help but frown.

In the slum, wooden and iron shacks can be seen everywhere. Those people who came to Mexico City from other places to find opportunities and jobs can only live here because of the poor economy, gradually forming this huge and chaotic slum.

There are also slums in the United States, but most of them were formed after the decline of industrial cities. At least they are brick and concrete houses, which are completely different from Mexico.

As he went deeper, Michele Cantu gradually felt something was wrong. The poor people here looked at them with unfriendly eyes.

But soon, Michele Cantu didn't care about these.

He came to the center of Chimacan and found densely packed small workshops here, with tens of thousands of workers.

Batches of hair growth liquid raw materials were transported everywhere for simple production and manufacturing.

For example, in the production of the simplest packaging bottles, many small workshops are busy. A pile of PET raw materials are purchased and then formed by injection molding machines to complete the simplest packaging bottles.

The words on the packaging are the batch of Tianyuan hair growth liquid that flowed into America.

When he saw these production workshops, Michele Cantu immediately fired a gun and shouted loudly: "Everyone squat down with your hands on your head, the police are investigating the case."

However, the expected situation did not happen. Instead of honestly holding their heads with their hands, these workers who were working showed dangerous eyes.

"These policemen are going to destroy our factory."

"If the factory is gone, everyone will have no food to eat."

"Shoot them to death, shoot them to death, shoot them to death."

After a short silence, workers took out long guns and short guns from the room, shot from the door cracks and windowsills, with a look of fearlessness on their faces to defend their homes.

For these poor people who are so poor that they only have one life left, processing and producing Tianyuan hair growth liquid is a job that they have finally found, and the salary is very generous, enough for them to support their families.

Now someone wants to destroy this kind of life, even the police can't give in.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

For a while, gunshots rang out in the slums.

Guns are rampant in Mexico, and there are many guns circulating among the people.

These factories have prepared a lot of them themselves. At this time, they are distributed to the workers, and they are armed as militias, firing without mercy.

What's more terrifying is that as the fighting here started, most of the slums were alarmed, and the poor rushed over with guns to join the battle.

Some of them are the families of the workers, some rely on the factory for food, and more of them are because the Tianyuan hair growth liquid factory appeared, which revitalized the slum economy and made the poor here take the initiative to help fight the enemy.

Bang!

A Mexican policeman fell heavily to the ground with his heart shot through.

A gun barrel stretched out from a hidden crack in the wall, aimed at several people and pulled the trigger, and several more figures fell.

An American special agent leaned against the corner and was constantly exchanging fire with the front.

Suddenly, the door next to him was quietly pushed open, and several poor people waved machetes, yelled random curses, and hacked at him, chopping his face into a bloody mess.

Someone drove a truck and rushed towards Michele Cantu's team, knocking several people away on the spot. A large group of poor people jumped out of the back of the truck, shooting with guns and hacking with knives without saying a word.

Someone took out gasoline and poured it on the car of Michele Cantu and others, setting it on fire, and burned the car to vent their anger.

Some people had no weapons, so they picked up rocks, beer bottles, slippers, etc. and threw them at them. All kinds of garbage were flying everywhere in the sky.

The people here in Mexico are extremely tough and cruel.

In just a few minutes, Michele Cantu and others were plunged into the vast sea of ​​people's war, with black guns attacking them from all sides.

With the advantages of numbers and geographical location, Michele Cantu and his group were beaten back and forth.

The Mexican police officers were the first to collapse, running away faster than rabbits one by one, wishing their parents had given them more legs.

"Retreat, retreat quickly."

Michele Cantu was also a little panicked. He had never experienced such a scene. Facing these rioting people, he just felt like he had stung a hornet's nest.

"I just said don't come in, don't come in, you just don't believe in evil."

Nettle looked so sad that his intestines turned green with regret.

He didn't expect the matter to be so serious. He had only heard that public security in the slums was not good. This was not only bad security, it was like being on a battlefield!

"Stop talking nonsense and run away."

Michele Cantu's marksmanship and skill are very good, and the team he brought is indeed elite.

Although he was beaten in a very embarrassed state, with his excellent quality, he finally managed to grab some cars and rushed out in a panic.

However, when they came out and counted their numbers, only one-third of the people who entered the slums came out alive, and more than two-thirds stayed in there forever.