The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

The next day, outside checkpoint No. 4.

Martinelli, a newly promoted prodigy under Qi Yun's command, and four other selected hired police officers arrived to report for duty.

However, they were stopped as soon as they arrived at the gate.

"Why are you kicking us out? Commander Qi Yun sent us to report for duty!" Martinelli thought something had gone wrong and became agitated; he didn't want to lose this hard-won job.

The elderly police officer at the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips, said impatiently, "Get out of here! There's no Commander Qi Yun here!"

Martinelli, his face flushed with anxiety, exclaimed, "Impossible! He's the sheriff! There must be some mistake..."

Perhaps his spittle landed on the officer's face, which enraged the latter, who kicked him in the stomach, knocking Martinelli to the ground, followed by a barrage of punches and kicks.

"Fuck you!"

These guys are as meek as grandsons in front of gangsters and drug cartels, but when it comes to bullying ordinary people, they're all ruthless.

The other four newcomers stood by, watching helplessly, wanting to help but not daring to, at a loss for what to do.

The commotion at the door finally alerted the people inside.

A middle-aged man in a police uniform walked out of the courtyard, followed by two young police officers.

The star on his shoulder reveals his identity: he is none other than the deputy sheriff at checkpoint number 4—Francisco.

His hair was neatly combed, and a silver Beretta was tucked into his belt. As he approached, he glanced at Martinelli on the ground, then looked at the old police officer who was still cursing.

"What happened?"

The veteran officer then stopped, spitting out a contemptuous spittle: "Sir, these men were causing trouble, trying to storm the checkpoint, but I successfully stopped them!"

Francisco didn't reply, looking down at Martinelli who had just gotten up from the ground.

"What are you doing?"

"Qi... It was Chief Qi Yun who sent us to report. We are newly recruited contract police officers." Martinelli wiped the blood from his face, feeling both angry and afraid.

Francisco's face remained expressionless. He silently repeated the name, then turned to leave.

He didn't know everyone in the more than one hundred people at the La Mesa Precinct, but he knew the names of the sheriff and higher-ups by heart, and there was no one named Qi Yun among them.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Martinelli panicked and instinctively reached out to grab the other man's sleeve.

"Sir, we really are here to report for duty, could you...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the older police officer next to him kicked Martinelli in the back of the knee, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

"Didn't you hear me say 'get lost'?" the veteran officer cursed. "You dare to lay a hand on me? You've gone too far!"

Francisco glanced down at his clean cuffs, patted them lightly twice, and continued walking into the yard without even turning his head back.

Just then, a BMW turned from the side of the road and stopped directly at the entrance of the checkpoint.

The car door opened, and Qi Yun stepped out, followed by Bull and Razor.

Upon seeing Qi Yun, Martinelli excitedly scrambled to his feet, ignoring his pain, and ran to Qi Yun, shouting, "Sir! I've come to report for duty!"

It's clear that he really cares about this job, or rather, he's really short of money.

Qi Yun glanced at his miserable state, frowned, and asked, "Who hit you?"

Martinelli opened his mouth, but didn't dare to speak. He just turned his head and glanced at the old police officer at the door.

Qi Yun followed his gaze.

The sharp gaze made the old police officer feel extremely uncomfortable.

Especially the bull behind Qi Yun, standing there like a wall, made him feel a little uneasy.

"We need backup at the entrance! We need backup at the entrance!" Seeing that something was wrong, the veteran police officer shrewdly grabbed the walkie-talkie and called for backup.

Qi Yun did not stop him. He looked away, took out his Glock 19 from his waist, and handed it to Martinelli.

"Kill him."

Martinelli froze, staring wide-eyed at the gun in front of him, then looked up at Qi Yun.

What does this mean? They didn't even ask why, and just handed me a gun?

"Sir, sir..."

Qi Yun didn't repeat himself, he just held the gun up like that.

Martinelli's hands trembled violently, and his face turned deathly pale.

He swallowed hard, his lips twitched, but in the end he didn't dare to reach out.

Qi Yun waited for three seconds.

Then he put the gun away and turned to face the old police officer.

The veteran officer turned pale with fright and tried to pull out his sidearm from its holster, but couldn't manage it for a long time.

"You, you..." He took a step back and bumped into the wall. "How dare you! This is a checkpoint! Are you crazy?!"

"Bang!"

A wisp of smoke rose and then vanished in an instant.

The officer screamed and collapsed to the ground, clutching his thigh, blood seeping from between his fingers.

Martinelli and the other newcomers froze in place in shock.

Qi Yun lowered his gun, turned to Martinelli, and said in a serious tone, "What I need are men with guts! Real policemen! Not cowards."

"I can forgive you this time and give you time to adjust; but if next time you still don't even have the courage to hold a gun, then pack your things and leave."

After saying that, he glanced at the others, "including you."

Martinelli and his men were pale-faced and replied in hushed tones, "...Yes, sir."

Just then, the people inside the courtyard finally came out.

All five men were armed, and the leader was Deputy Sheriff Francisco.

He glanced down at the police officer on the ground clutching his leg and groaning, then looked at Qi Yun and the others, his brows furrowed.

"Who fired the shot!?"

Name: Francisco Javier González;

Sin value: 380;

Crimes: He raped and murdered multiple girls, and colluded with gangsters to transport contraband...

Qi Yun withdrew his gaze, ignoring him, and slowly tucked his gun back into his waistband, announcing loudly, "I am Qi Yun, the new police chief of checkpoint number 4! From now on, I will be in charge here."

Razor stepped forward, holding up the letter of appointment.

All eyes turned to the piece of paper, and the room fell silent.

Qi Yun scanned the faces of the people opposite him and, sure enough, none of them were good people.

"Now, I issue the first order! Except for the two regular officers, all other employed officers are to be immediately terminated from their employment! Surrender your firearms and leave the checkpoint immediately!"

"Go to the branch office to handle the resignation procedures."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed instantly.

Good heavens, he's already trying to take everyone down right after taking office?

One of the men, with a face full of scars, sneered, "You think you can just lift the ban like that?"

Qi Yun glanced at him and waved behind him.

Bull understood, turned around, opened the back seat of the car, took out two AKs, and tossed one to Razor.

"Snap!"

The sound of the bolt being pulled back was particularly jarring.

"This checkpoint is a strictly controlled area; outsiders are prohibited from entering! If any unauthorized individuals are still standing here in three minutes, I authorize you to open fire!"

After saying that, Qi Yun stepped into the courtyard.

His approach was simple and brutal; he couldn't be bothered to waste time on these few rotten garlic cloves.

As he passed Francisco, he stopped, turned to him, and said, "We're short-handed right now, so you'll have to stand guard outside for now."