Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 55
The high-walled compound that Ares relied on disappeared together with the nearby gang members, and those far away were also affected and suffered heavy casualties.

The surviving gang members showed expressions of confusion and fear. They really couldn't figure out why they were the one being suppressed by the firepower.

"American! Must be American!"

Ares thought in horror and anger.

Only the Americans have such firepower. The military and police in Mexico are just helpless, and their firepower is not even as good as them.

But he immediately overturned his own thoughts. The biggest buyers of "Divine Blood" are the rich and powerful in the United States, so how could they cut off their own supply.

Unless, those who wear masks find new middlemen.

Just as Ares fell into the conspiracy theory, the pickup drove to the gate of the red house.

Before the gangsters recovered from the aftermath of the explosion, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang launched an attack.

The M134 minigun spewed blinding flames, and the metal storm shattered everything it aimed at.

And Lu Mingfei was holding a semi-automatic grenade gun, shooting out the gang members who were trying to fight back.

And the gang members around them who don't intend to fight back.

Everything was in order, and the difference in numbers seemed insignificant in the face of the absolute difference in firepower.

A Hive World has hundreds to hundreds of billions of people, and rebellions against them often require only a Space Marine company and two or three Astral Legions.

The convoy following the pickup truck watched all this silently, terrified by the flames and sound waves of the explosion.

But the gangsters who died in fear gave them another thrill.

Under the constant fire suppression, except for Ares who was deliberately left behind and a few guards around him, the other gangsters turned into a mess.

Lu Mingfei nodded upon seeing this, and then signaled Chu Zihang to stop.

The bombing, which lasted for a full 5 minutes, finally stopped, but Ares and his guards did not respond.

Because they have been in a state of severe concussion under the continuous shock wave.

Lu Mingfei patted the front of the car, and the young man got out immediately.

"Sir, what do you need me to do?"

he said respectfully.

"Shoot 'em."

Lu Mingfei handed him the semi-automatic grenade gun.

The young man opened his mouth wide, with some hesitation on his face.

It's one thing to lead the way, quite another to do it yourself.

That was Yares, the gang boss who had ruled Juarez for more than ten years. The people here were just part of the Fuentes gang, and there were several leaders and their subordinates in the city.

Once the news got out, he would definitely be hunted down endlessly.

"Give you all."

Lu Mingfei opened a suitcase,
Stacks of dollars are bound by rubber bands, like bound enchanting beauties.

The young man's breathing was heavy for a moment, and after struggling for a few seconds, he took the grenade gun.

He stared at Ares fiercely. A bright future needs money, and this gang boss is the best sacrifice.

The young man pressed the trigger, and the small grenade landed on a guard with his pious expectation.

A little off, but it doesn't matter.

Thousands of high-carbon silicon-manganese steel fragments turn a radius of 5 meters into a metal cutting field.

Yares, the addict who used to be tough and fought against the government forces, has just turned into a piece of rotten meat.

"Lu Mingfei, the Americans are coming, you'd better hurry up."

Shemir's voice came from the headset.

Lu Mingfei frowned, his plan was not finished yet.

However, he also knew that it was not the time to challenge the bald eagle.

"Brother Chu Zihang, you go to the vault, all you need is cash."

Lu Mingfei ordered.

"clear."

Chu Zihang led the way and left.

He threw both suitcases to the young man.

"What's your name?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"My name is Jimenez, sir."

replied the young man.

"Jimenez, two thousand dollars for a bad guy, you send them."

"It can only be a bad person, I will come back, do you understand?"

Lu Mingfei stared into his eyes.

"I understand sir, I swear. But in whose name shall I?"

Jimenez nodded frantically, then asked anxiously.

"Death Angel."

He pressed the detonator, and all the villas behind him exploded in an instant, and the huge flames could be seen several kilometers away.

The best way for these wealth piled up with countless sins is to completely destroy them.

As for the red house, Lu Mingfei decided to keep it, making it a monument of fear.

After Chu Zihang came out with the cash box, they drove the pickup back to the entrance of the rich area.

After returning the weapons and equipment, he and Chu Zihang boarded the plane and left the bloody city.

Akina Sakai and Jonathan had already left through other means and returned directly to Kassel College.

Twenty or ten minutes later, a dozen Chevrolets drove into the ruins.

"My God, what the hell is going on here?"

One detective gasped.

"It may be that God sent down his holy fire."

Another agent shrugged.

He's a Catholic, so of course he doesn't like gang members.

Of course, this does not prevent him from making money from them.

"If you don't get out of your car and check out those crummy houses, I'd love to send you to Tijuana to help."

The boss's gloomy voice rang through the intercom.

All the agents shut up and got out of the car. The gangs in Tijuana were much tougher than Juarez, and they didn't want to make trouble for themselves.

After some testing, the detective responsible for blasting analysis came to report.

"Report, the other party is using a new type of explosive, which is not recorded in our database."

"No record?"

The boss frowned, making the already sunken eyes look even more sinister.

They are the most powerful intelligence agencies on this planet, not one of them, there is no record of a certain explosive?
"What is the assessment of this explosive?"

he asked.

"Very powerful, three times more powerful than TNT."

the detective replied.

Explosives with 3 times the power of TNT, plus the firepower displayed by those three people in the city, are obviously not ordinary heroes of justice.

Could it be an agent sent by a certain country, intending to eliminate Juarez's gang and then install its own forces?

Then why do you want to make the city full of wind and rain, and just kill a few bosses?

The boss was deeply confused. He had never encountered such a situation in all his years of intelligence work.

Just as he was about to visit the Red House, the encrypted phone rang.

"I was going to report to you. What? What about Commissioner Smith? Yes, yes, I see."

The boss waited there and hung up the phone.

"Back to El Paso."

He pondered for a minute, then spoke over the intercom.

"what?"

The agents were a little confused.

Such a big operation, just cancel it?
"If someone wants to stay, I can sign him a resignation letter immediately."

The boss said coldly.

The agents kept their mouths shut again. Those present had a minimum salary of $[-] a year, and other incomes. This kind of job was hard to find.

The Chevrolet team came aggressively and left aggressively, leaving only ruts.

And from a height they couldn't see, a man wearing a broken mask was looking down at them coldly.

(End of this chapter)