From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

That token was agreed upon with the Mexican side; it was only recognized as a gift, not a person, and had to be carried every time someone went to pick up the goods. It also contained very important information.

This time, it was because McCann was arranged to travel by ship to Mexico to negotiate the supply ratio for next year with the suppliers there that Mark entrusted the goods to him.

I just didn't expect that McCann would just die and be done with it.

They even lost the keepsake!

This is a huge problem.

Mark and his gang relied on their remote location and the fact that they hadn't left any evidence for the police.

This has left the FDA and FBI helpless in dealing with them.

But things are different now.

What if the police get hold of that keepsake?

Not to mention Mark's side, the entire West Coast gangs could be wiped out by the FDA and FBI.

"If you can kill that Seattle Superman, you can have any of the women here you want."

"no problem!"

McGee raised the corners of his mouth, chewing the meat in his mouth. His white-painted smiling face was stained with blood, making him look particularly ferocious and eerie.

"If that guy can still tolerate it, I'll go to Seattle every day and randomly kill someone."

"If he dares to show his face, he'll be the one who dies!"

You'd better be careful.

Mark frowned upon hearing this.

"You've only gone out for the first time, and you're already being watched by the FBI."

"They've all found their way to the camp now."

"What?"

McGee's eyes widened in surprise, his expression exaggerated.

"When did the FBI become so fast? This is completely unlike their usual practices."

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Mark's eyes were cold, and his face was full of annoyance: "Anyway, I've already arranged for people to take care of them."

"Be more careful next time, and don't cause me any more trouble."

……

Inside the RV.

Ye Xiao sat on the bed, quietly pondering the information Thomas had just provided.

Mark lost something in Seattle?

If those dockworkers from last time were also Mark's men.

Then what he lost, wouldn't it be...?

Ye Xiao suddenly remembered that he had once stolen two large gold chains from Mackey's auto repair shop.

Could that be what Mark is looking for?

The incident at the dock, and this time, arranging for an assassin to impersonate me.

It seems like they're all forcing me to step forward?

and many more……

If this is not a mistake, then they are now in an extremely dangerous situation!

Countless gun barrels might suddenly appear outside and grind them into mincemeat.

Just like that unlucky busload of state troopers before.

Outside the RV, Kenjiro Eto and Beryl waited anxiously at the door.

After an unknown amount of time, the RV door suddenly opened.

The two hurriedly stood up, only to see Ye Xiao walk out alone.

Beryl turned deathly pale instantly, rushed into the car without thinking, and soon burst into a heart-wrenching cry.

"Sir, what exactly did you do?"

Takeru Eto looked at him with disgust, as if he were looking at human scum.

"It's Will's informant. He's been discovered and shot several times. My medical skills are limited, so I won't come down."

"what?"

Eto Ken was clearly taken aback. Somewhat disbelieving, he leaned halfway in and, sure enough, saw Beryl holding a corpse and weeping bitterly.

"Stop looking."

Ye Xiao lit a cigarette and turned to look at Eto Ken.

"Pack your things and get Beryl out of here quickly, they could attack us at any moment."

"What?"

Eto Ken paused slightly, a twitch at the corner of his mouth, and subconsciously asked, "How did you know...?"

Before he could finish speaking, under Ye Xiao's stern gaze, Wei Tengjian held his breath: "I understand. I'll go back to the car now. Where are you and Mr. Will?"

"Never mind, I'll go tell him. You drive the car outside and hide it, and whatever you do, don't turn on the lights."

"good……"

"Bang!"

Just as Kenjiro Eto agreed, a gunshot rang out in the distance!

A strong gust of air swept between them, struck the car with a "bang," sparks flew, and left a black bullet hole.

The two people who were just standing at the door have vanished without a trace.

As expected of someone who had undergone rigorous training, Kenjiro Eto quickly hid in the car, grabbed Beryl, and prepared to escape with her.

Those who dare to lay a hand on FBI agents are no ordinary thugs!

Kenjiro Eto pulled out his pistol, glanced instinctively to his side, and his expression suddenly changed.

He originally thought that Ye Xiao had also hidden in with him, and thought that although this guy was unkempt, his tactical reaction was still extremely fast.

But Takeru Eto didn't expect that.

Instead of running away, Ye Xiao rushed towards the direction of the gunshot!

A black coat billowed as Ye Xiao, gun in hand, stood expressionless.

The figure moved like a ghost among the RVs.

The deadly bullets, like vengeful demons, left a trail of sparks behind Ye Xiao.

Calamity always lagged behind him!

Is this guy back from the battlefield?

Eto Ken held his breath, watching helplessly as Ye Xiao's figure disappeared into the distance.

……

A carnival atmosphere enveloped the venue.

A dark figure wearing a leather jacket suddenly appeared outside the door, wearing a robber's mask that had been stolen from somewhere.

A gang member, high on drugs, was leaning against the wall, savoring the experience.

Hearing the heavy thud of leather boots on the ground, he looked up blankly, before he could even get angry.

The next second, that filthy head instantly exploded into a dazzling crimson firework.

The burst of gunfire shattered the revelry of the party.

Mark, who had just walked upstairs, was startled by the gunshot and grabbed the rifle hanging on his attendant's body.

"Damn it, you dare to barge in?!"

"Get your guns out the door! Shoot those bastards to pieces!"

The panicked crowd fled in disarray amidst the hail of bullets.

The gang members, driven mad by the effects of drugs, gripped their guns with bloodshot eyes and fired wildly toward the door.

A hail of bullets shattered the thick wooden door, sending debris and human fragments flying everywhere.

"Stop right there!"

Mark shouted angrily.

He wasn't heartbroken over the bullets.

Mark was simply annoyed by this style of play, wondering how he was going to figure out which audacious bastard dared to provoke him here.

A gentle evening breeze swept by, and through the thin mist, a tall, dark figure could be vaguely seen.

Before the crowd could see the faces clearly, they heard two gunshots.

Two unfortunate gang members had their heads smashed on the spot.

"Damn it, get him!"

Gunfire erupted immediately.

Sparks flew from the walls.

However, amidst the dense hail of bullets, a figure suddenly rushed in.

The bandits opened fire on him like madmen.

But to his despair, he discovered that the bullets had no effect on him!

They could only watch helplessly as the masked demon walked up and blew their heads off with a single shot.

"Fcuk! What kind of monster is that?"

"Oh my god! We can't even get a shot through his body!"

In the cramped meeting room, a desperate frenzy gradually spread to everyone.

Even the most potent American cocoa couldn't suppress their fear at that moment.

The entire camp was completely stunned by the gunfire. Some people frantically fled outwards, while other die-hards rushed back in.

Mark hid behind the bar counter, raising his rifle high and firing wildly.

Not long after, a trusted aide ran up from the basement, came to Mark's side in a disheveled state, and shouted something at the top of his lungs.

"What are you talking about?"

Gunshots rang out incessantly. Mark struggled to make out some information and was immediately stunned.

"I know Seattle Superman is calling."

"What do you mean by 'two appearing at the same time'?!"