The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

Bulletproof vests, especially military-grade hard bulletproof plates, are not as readily available on the black market as firearms and ammunition; they require special channels.

So when the two Bulls put on their bulletproof vests, their opinion of Qi Yun, their new boss, rose even higher.

Perhaps he wasn't exaggerating when he said he could get his hands on a main battle tank...

"They're here!"

Qi Yun's low shout interrupted their thoughts.

A van appeared at the end of the street, slowly driving towards the bar.

Hiding flour in cargo is a common tactic used by drug traffickers. Their trucks are usually modified with hidden compartments, making it difficult to find contraband.

When the two lookouts at the intersection saw the truck, one of the young men took out his phone to report it.

"Get ready to do it!" Qi Yun ordered in a low voice.

The three held their breath and checked their weapons.

After the truck passed the intersection, Qi Yun started his car and drove towards the intersection as well.

Sure enough, as soon as they got close, the two lookouts immediately became alert and stood in the middle of the road, gesturing for them to stop.

Qi Yun slowly released the accelerator, looking at the two guys in front of him who were probably only fourteen or fifteen years old, but dressed like adults.

Those who are in charge of lookout duty are usually newcomers to the gang, not even official members yet.

They need to undergo a period of observation and testing to gain the leader's true approval before they can become official gang members.

"Should we take him out?" Bull had already released the safety on his pistol.

One has a sin value of 30, the other 20...

Qi Yun shook his head slightly and sighed, "Knock him out and throw him in the trash."

He ultimately didn't want to harm a child who had gone astray.

Razor glanced at him, seemingly guessing his thoughts, and reminded him, "After tonight, they will all die anyway."

Qi Yun paused for a moment, then stopped the car.

"Everyone has their own destiny, and at least tonight, I don't want to be the one to push them down."

Two young men, one of whom went around to the car door and knocked on the glass, the other standing behind him, had already taken out his phone, seemingly ready to pass a message.

The car window rolled down, revealing the muzzles of an MP5 and an AK47.

Upon seeing this, the two young men froze instantly, their faces turning deathly pale.

The razor gun was pointed at the young man behind him, and the voice was icy: "Throw away your phone, put your hands on your head, and kneel down."

The young man's phone fell to the ground with a "thud," and he raised his hands, trembling, before slowly kneeling down.

Another young man did the same.

I really wish they were this obedient at home.

Bull got out of the passenger seat, walked up to the two young men, gave each of them a slap on the back of the neck, then dragged them to the side of the road like chickens, stuffed them into the large trash can, and closed the lid.

...

On the other side, inside a car repair shop's warehouse.

The semi-trailer truck was already parked. The driver jumped out, opened the cargo door, and found it was loaded with a huge truckload of watermelons.

"Hurry up and move it!" one of the leaders shouted to his men.

Several burly men stepped forward and began unloading the goods.

Soon, all the watermelons were unloaded from the truck, revealing the bottom layer.

The driver crouched down and fumbled around for a bit. With a soft "click," a floor panel about one meter square was lifted up, revealing a hidden compartment underneath.

A briefcase was hidden in the interlayer, which the driver took out and handed to the boss.

The box was opened, and inside were eight packets of white powder, tightly sealed in vacuum bags, each weighing about three kilograms.

The leader shook his head at the underling next to him, who took a dagger, carefully cut a small opening in one of the packets of powder, then picked up a bit with the tip of the knife, tasted it on his tongue, and nodded to the leader.

High-purity flour like this costs $20 per gram when imported from Colombia, and retails for $100 on the street. If it could be shipped across the California border, the price could skyrocket to over $300!

Profits more than 15 times!

This is why so many people are willing to risk their lives to do this job.

The leader closed his briefcase, a satisfied smile spreading across his face, and pulled out his phone to report the situation.

Just as he turned around, a roaring car engine sounded, and at the same time, blinding headlights shone on his face.

He instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes from the bright light, but then heard a burst of gunfire!

"Swish—!"

The iron gate to the repair shop's yard was smashed open, and a BMW 3 Series sped in!

The two henchmen guarding the entrance have been taken down.

The BMW suddenly drifted and came to a stop at the warehouse entrance. Then, two round objects flew out of the car window and were thrown into the warehouse.

"Grenade—!" someone shouted in terror from inside the warehouse.

"Fuck!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Two deafening explosions!

The flames and smoke instantly engulfed the front half of the warehouse, and the shockwave sent several drug dealers who couldn't dodge in time flying!

Qi Yun got out of the car and formed a tactical triangle formation with Bull and Razor, and quickly stormed into the warehouse!

Bull, positioned in the center, fired short bursts of his AK, hitting two unfortunate men who were just getting up next to the truck directly in the chest, sending them crashing to the ground in pools of blood.

Qi Yun and Razor simultaneously fired their guns in both directions, regardless of whether they hit their targets, their aim being to provide suppressive fire and deny the enemy any chance to retaliate.

After emptying a magazine, the three men had successfully penetrated deep into the warehouse, quickly spreading out to find cover while reloading.

The smoke and dust filled the air, and visibility was poor, but for these experienced soldiers, it became the best cover.

In situations like this, experience and mental fortitude are crucial.

"Four on the left, scattered behind the oil drums," Razor's voice rang out.

"Two at nine o'clock, near the tool cabinet," Bull quickly reported.

Qi Yun, hidden behind a large tire, calmly changed magazines: "I'll handle the right side. Bull, you suppress the left side, Razor flank from behind."

"clear."

"receive."

With the plan finalized, the three immediately took action.

Qi Yun emerged from behind the tire, his MP5 spitting fire, bullets scattering sparks from the tool cabinet.

One of them tried to retaliate, but was struck in the arm, screamed, and his pistol flew out of his hand.

The other man was very cunning. He hid behind a metal tool cabinet, only revealing the muzzle of his gun, and fired randomly in the general direction of Qi Yun.

Qi Yun did not choose to fight head-on, as this situation was too dangerous. Even if the opponent's marksmanship was terrible, a stray bullet could still take his life.

He rolled on the spot and hid behind another pile of tires.

Then he took out a grenade, bit off the pin with his teeth, held it in his hand for two seconds, and then threw it violently toward the tool cabinet.

"boom--!!"

A violent explosion!

The shockwave instantly overturned the tool cabinet!

The drug dealer hiding behind didn't even have time to scream before he was blown out and crashed heavily to the ground, covered in blood, and clearly not going to make it.