The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

On a street north of Fourth Avenue, Qi Yun parked his car in front of a house and looked across the street.

This area belongs to a gang called the Black Panther Gang.

The Black Panthers are a very special group in Tijuana. All of their gang members are black because the gang only recruits members of African descent or with African heritage.

It is said that this gang has some connection with the Bloods across the border, and that it was a branch that the latter specifically supported in Mexico to expand its business.

They control nearly half of the area north of Fourth Avenue, specializing in contraband and arms dealing. In their quest to seize territory, they have recently clashed with the Crippled Gang to the south several times.

These guys are ruthless. Each member of the gang has two murders on their hands, so even though their overall strength is not as good as the Crippled Gang, they can still fight them to a standstill.

Qi Yun's target tonight is the leader of the Black Panther Gang, a man nicknamed "The Bishop".

According to previous reports, this person had worked in Chicago before fleeing to Mexico after being wanted by the FBI for a murder.

This man is not only ruthless but also intelligent. The Black Panther Gang was able to gain a foothold here in the early stages largely because of his skills.

"You stay in the car, I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes." Qi Yun said, opening the car door and getting out. He adjusted his jacket collar and disappeared into the darkness...

About twenty minutes later, when he reappeared, he was carrying a bag containing golf clubs. The bag was bulging, and it was impossible to tell what was inside.

The bull knew he had a shoulder injury and thought it was something heavy, so he quickly got off the truck to help.

Qi Yun shook his head at him and placed the bag on the trunk lid: "You know how to use an RPG, right?"

The bull paused for a moment, then answered truthfully, "I know how to use it."

The next second, as if realizing something, he suddenly looked down at the long, narrow bag.

Qi Yun removed the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled a puff of smoke: "Open it and take a look."

Bull went over and unzipped the bag, revealing a brand-new RPG-7 rocket launcher lying quietly inside, with two separated rockets next to it.

Good heavens, you bought a cigarette and got a rocket launcher instead?

Judging from the Russian text printed on the launcher, it's probably a genuine product that came from that arms depot in Eastern Europe.

This thing isn't too expensive, but it's not easy to get your hands on in Mexico.

RPG stands for Rocket Propelled Grenade, a heavy anti-armor weapon belonging to military-grade heavy firepower.

Its trading network is largely separate from the black market that sells guns on the streets.

The sellers are either top-tier arms dealers or agents with military connections.

These people don't do business with small-time street gangs.

Their trading partners are at least supercartels of the size of the Gulf or Sinaloa.

Each transaction can involve tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of dollars.

Ordinary people wouldn't even consider such meager supplies, so it's very difficult for them to access these kinds of goods.

Of course, nothing is absolute; some well-connected middlemen can also get a small amount of stock, but the price is ridiculously high.

In short, to be able to bring back an RPG at this hour, in the time it takes to buy a pack of cigarettes, is simply awesome.

Qi Yun's energy was rising in the bull's heart. This was something that no ordinary sheriff could do, not even the chief of police could.

Considering the battle at the warehouse just now, and the fact that the former displayed a fighting quality no less than his own, Bull couldn't help but tell Razor some of his suspicions...

"Take it to the car and assemble it," Qi Yun called out.

Bull responded, picked up his bag, and climbed into the back seat.

He picked up a rocket propulsion section, inspected the primer and stabilizing fins, then deftly screwed on the conical warhead and inserted it into the launch tube...

The movements were practiced, and the whole process took less than a minute, clearly indicating that he had handled this thing before.

"I have something to tell you..." Qi Yun whispered a few words.

Just then, three police cars pulled up behind us and slowly came to a stop on the side of the road.

Razor and about a dozen people in police uniforms walked over.

The middle-aged police sergeant at the head of the group smiled and waved to Qi Yun, "Hey buddy, I heard you need backup?"

Qi Yun shook hands with him, glanced at the man and the group of police officers behind him, and then smiled and replied, "Yes, thank you for coming, Chief Navarro."

These were the same people who had asked Carlos for help on the phone earlier.

The leader, Diego Navarro, was one of Carlos's most trusted lieutenants within the police department, in charge of the rapid response team.

Judging from the information above their heads, they have made some mistakes, more or less.

In this city, it's almost impossible to be completely innocent as a police officer.

But as Carlos said, at least he hasn't done anything heinous; most importantly, he's not a gang informant.

Qi Yun muttered to himself, "Carlos, that old man, has a pretty good eye for people."

If any of the people who came were like Harris, he really wouldn't dare use them, for fear of being stabbed in the back.

"Qi, we're all colleagues, no need to be so polite." Sheriff Navarro waved his hand, his smile very formal. "The chief personally assigned this task, so I brought the entire team with me. They'll follow your orders."

Qi Yun stopped being polite and pointed to the opposite block, saying, "I'm going in to negotiate with the Black Panther Gang later. You guys drive the police cars to the intersection and wait for me. If I don't come out in more than 10 minutes, or if you hear any noise, open fire immediately."

Navarro was taken aback for a moment after hearing this.

He didn't understand why Qi Yun would trespass into the drug dealers' territory.

Moreover, he was a little uneasy about firing at the Black Panther Gang.

If things go wrong, all the people he brought with him will perish here.

"Qi...it's too risky for you to go in like this. Can't you talk to him on the phone?"

Qi Yun could easily see through this guy's little scheme, and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "Don't worry, Sheriff, I have no conflict with the Black Panther Gang. On the contrary, I bring them benefits. They won't be stupid enough to attack me."

"We asked you to come here just in case; most likely nothing will happen."

Seeing that he had said that, Navarro could only nod helplessly. The director had personally instructed him that he could not turn around and leave now.

"Okay, God bless you."

"We're outside, ready to provide support at any time."

"Okay, thanks." Qi Yun didn't say anything more, turned around and patted the roof of the car again, instructing Bull, "Stay on the phone with me. If you hear anything wrong, just use that thing from before!"

The police station only had radios for communication, and the "bishop" wouldn't allow anyone to bring a walkie-talkie to see him.

The bulls didn't say anything, they just nodded solemnly.

"Razor, come with me."

After saying that, Qi Yun took a black plastic bag out of the car and strode across the street.

Razor followed silently, like a shadow.

Navarro watched their retreating figures, his Adam's apple bobbing, before he finally sighed and ordered the men behind him, "Everyone, weapons ready! Turn on the lights, drive over there!"

P.S.: Starting tomorrow, the update schedule will be adjusted. There will be one chapter at 7:00 AM and one chapter at 7:00 PM.