The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

A few minutes later, Qi Yun walked out of the illegal clinic carrying the black briefcase.

Looking around, the butcher's sin value of 60 was already considered a kind person on this street; there were hardly any people with a sin value below 100 in sight.

"Creak—"

A used Ford was parked on the side of the road.

Qi Yun bent down and glanced at it, then opened the car door and got in.

The person who came to pick him up was Brian, a colleague from the police station, and one of the people the original owner considered trustworthy.

That Chevrolet is no longer suitable for driving, and carrying a box in my hand is too conspicuous, especially in the most dangerous northern area.

So he asked someone to come and pick him up, and also to discuss whether he could bring his good friend into the group.

"Dude, you've ruined my good time."

Brian was about to say something, but when he saw the bandage on Qi Yun's shoulder and glanced at the conspicuous box in his hand, he immediately changed to a concerned tone, "Are you injured? Did you get into trouble?"

Name: Brian Rodriguez Martinez;

Sin value: 300;

Crimes: 1. He repeatedly sold information to drug dealers, indirectly causing the deaths of 18 police officers;

2. He maintained an improper relationship with the bureau chief's wife for a long time, and received varying amounts of embezzled money after each affair.

3....】

Qi Yun narrowed his eyes. Damn it, betraying his brothers and seducing his sister-in-law?

Is this kind of person still trustworthy?

He really wanted to say to the original owner of this body, "You died a truly deserved death. With that ability to judge people, it's truly a blessing from God that you've lived this long."

"Yes, I've run into a little trouble. I have some things here that I'd like to leave at your place for safekeeping for now."

As Qi Yun spoke, he casually placed the black briefcase containing US dollars on the back seat.

Brian's eyes flickered, then a genuine smile appeared on his face: "No problem, I'll keep it safe for you. Just ask me for it whenever you need it."

...

Brian lives in the La Mesa area, where rent is cheaper and it's relatively safer than the North Side, but only slightly.

There is no absolutely safe place in Tijuana, not even the police headquarters.

The car was parked in a narrow alley, and the old four-story apartment building on the left was Brian's residence.

"Could you take it upstairs for me? I'm a little injured and can't move around easily, so I won't go up." Qi Yun leaned back in his seat, and he did look unwell.

Brian paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, brother, I'll be right down."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and got out of the car, took the suitcase from the back seat, and walked quickly towards his own small building.

Qi Yun squinted at the departing figure, a Glock 19 pistol appeared out of thin air in his hand, complete with a silencer, costing a total of 55 points.

The pistol that was exchanged came with a full-capacity magazine.

In the living room, Brian eagerly opened his briefcase. When he saw the stacks of US dollars inside, his breathing became heavy, and a twisted greed appeared on his face.

"My God, we're rich!"

There's at least half a million US dollars in the box!

He could never earn that much money in his entire life!

Brian's hands trembled as he made the decision almost instantly: to run away with the money tonight.

Every second that's too long is disrespectful to Franklin.

Besides...aren't brothers meant to be betrayed?

However, he was so excited that he didn't even notice the footsteps behind him.

"Have you ever seen so much money before?" A chilling voice suddenly rang out.

Brian turned around abruptly, and when he saw who it was, he swallowed hard, then quickly realized what was happening and forced a stiff smile onto his face.

"Hey buddy, what are you doing up here?"

"Don't overthink it, I just wanted to take a look out of curiosity."

Qi Yun nodded and slowly approached: "Yes, I understand. Of course I believe you."

Brian let out a long sigh, his eyes darting around, and closed the box: "Wait for me a moment, I'll go hide the box now."

However, just as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of Qi Yun raising his right hand out of the corner of his eye.

That was not a friendly gesture.

"Pfft!"

Two soft thuds followed, and a chill instantly coursed through Brian's body.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, looking down at his chest.

The two bloody holes were rapidly expanding, and warm liquid soaked through his shirt. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only large mouthfuls of bloody foam came out.

"Why...why..." Brian asked, using his last ounce of strength.

"I'm used to nipping threats in the bud," Qi Yun said calmly.

He had already sensed something was off about the other person while they were in the car. If he didn't kill this kind of person, he would definitely keep thinking about his Mane.

The message "+300" flashed by, and my score reached 495.

Qi Yun tucked the gun into his waistband, went over to retrieve the box, and prepared to leave.

As for the marks and bullets, we don't need to worry about them; everyone in this city has a Glock.

2010 was the height of the Mexican-American Wars, and lives could be lost at any moment in every corner of the country.

Unless there are clear clues in the murder case, or the victim is from an affluent area, the police department generally will not put in much effort to investigate, even if the victim is a police officer.

Because they were too busy collecting the bodies.

Even more tragically, whether police officers die in a shootout with drug dealers or die in some inexplicable way, such deaths are referred to by higher-ups as "routine attrition."

It's a cruel word, but that's the most realistic reality.

In this land, even death has to work overtime...

Qi Yun remained expressionless, turned around and pushed open the door, showing no remorse for having just killed his colleague.

Everyone is trying to make a living in society, and the most taboo thing is this kind of traitor.

More importantly, this guy has set his sights on me, which is unforgivable.

But just as he took a step forward, he suddenly stopped!

His brow furrowed!

He stood there for two seconds, then stepped back into the house with one foot.

Looking down, I saw a few pairs of shoes casually placed on the shoe cabinet by the door.

Besides Brian's several pairs of old leather shoes and sneakers, there was also a pair of high heels that shouldn't have been there—the kind of sky-high heels that streetwalkers often wear.

Qi Yun's movements froze.

He slowly raised his head and looked towards the bedroom; the door was closed.

Brian is a bachelor, so where would he get high heels in his house?

The presence of these high heels suggests that there may always be a third person in this house.

And the other party may very well have heard or seen the scene of him sending Brian to meet God.

Even though the country is rotten to the core, a key eyewitness could still get him into trouble.

Qi Yun is someone who hates trouble.

He slowly turned around, closed the door again, drew his pistol, and walked towards the bedroom.

Just as his hand was about to touch the bedroom doorknob, he seemed to sense something was wrong and withdrew his hand.

He took two steps back, and a flash of light appeared in the void, revealing the shop panel once again.

Thirty seconds later, he had a hard-plate bulletproof vest in his hand.

This bulletproof vest costs 400 points, which is twice the price of an AK47 rifle. However, the quality is good; it's military-grade and can withstand 7.62mm bullets.

After struggling to put on the bulletproof vest, Qi Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A gun makes no difference whether it's in the hands of a ruthless drug dealer or a delicate woman;

They can easily take a life if they're willing to pull the trigger.

Some inhumane warlords even trained boy scouts.

"I can't be so careless next time," Qi Yun silently warned himself.

He stood by the door and listened for a few seconds, then turned the doorknob, slowly pried open a crack in the door with the muzzle of his gun, and cautiously peered inside along the muzzle of the gun.

Directly opposite the door was a double bed, and a woman was lying on the bed, or rather, she was lying face down, so Qi Yun couldn't see her face.

The woman lay face down on the bed, revealing only her messy long black hair and her back, which was covered by a silk slip dress. She had a typical European and American figure, and she looked absolutely stunning.

She seemed to be fast asleep, completely unaware of Qi Yun's arrival.

Qi Yun stood at the door, holding a gun in his right hand, squinting as he stared intently at the woman on the bed.

He noticed it: the body beneath the nightgown was trembling slightly!

Even though the woman tried her best to suppress it, he still found out.

His finger hovered over the trigger, but he hesitated to pull it.

Reason told him that this potential threat should be eliminated.

But my index finger felt like it was welded to something.

The woman... she was trembling, like a frightened little animal, desperately shaking in front of a predator.

She may not have done anything wrong.

Unfortunately, they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Just like the civilians I saw in the war zone in my past life, they were killed by stray bullets simply because their homes were in the fighting area...

Qi Yun had seen too many scenes like that.

Honestly, he would have preferred that the woman inside had shot him when he opened the bedroom door, so he could have retaliated without any guilt and eliminated the threat.

Just like on the battlefield, when facing an enemy who is clearly armed, pulling the trigger is simply a survival instinct, regardless of good or evil.

But all she did was tremble.

This utterly helpless fear became the most acute test of Qi Yun's moral bottom line.

Qi Yun remained silent. His gaze swept over the woman's handbag, which contained not only cosmetics but also a stack of condoms, lubricant, and a heart-shaped keychain.

The back of the keychain features a photograph of a woman with tanned skin and a little boy who looks to be about five or six years old.

He had already guessed the woman's profession in bed.

No wonder Brian said earlier that he had interrupted his good time.

A long silence...

Qi Yun slowly removed his index finger from the trigger, left the room, and gently closed the door behind him.

Once downstairs, he got back into his car, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Hey buddy, injured again? Just come straight here, no need for an appointment," the butcher's mocking voice came through the receiver.

Qi Yun ignored his joke, casually grabbed a jacket from the back seat and put it on, then got straight to the point: "Do you know any cleaners? Help me find one, a professional one."

"A cleaner?" The butcher paused, taken aback. "Are you kidding? Does Mexico even need cleaners? If you need them, you'll have to find them in America!"

This time it was Qi Yun's turn to be stunned. It seemed to make sense, didn't it?

"Approximately how long will it take? How much does it cost?"

"The nearest one is probably in San Diego, and the cost... I've heard it's between $2 and $5."

Upon hearing that it would cost 50,000 dollars, Qi Yun's gaze unconsciously drifted to the window on the fourth floor across the street, and he cursed the person in his heart as a useless piece of trash.

Just as he was preparing to endure the pain and hire a cleaner to eliminate the potential danger, he heard a burst of laughter on the phone, "Hey buddy, let me tell you a secret, I can actually work part-time as a cleaner too."

"Part-time?!" Qi Yun was completely surprised. This job could be done part-time?!

"Yes, you heard me right, and you only need to pay me five hundred dollars, and I guarantee you won't have any worries." The butcher's voice was quite confident.

Five hundred US dollars, that's a pretty tempting price.

A black market doctor working part-time as a street cleaner—that seems to have some merit.

Just as the two were on the phone, a young woman, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, walked out of the stairwell ahead. She was wearing the same pair of sky-high heels that Brian owned.

The woman had her head down, her steps hurried, and her expression flustered.

She looked around and then quickly ran towards the alley entrance.

Upon seeing this, Qi Yun immediately said into the phone, "Deal! Apartment at 47 Third Avenue, La Mesa District, fourth floor, left-hand side."

I'll send the money to you later.

"OK! I'll be there in twenty minutes," the butcher replied crisply.

After hanging up the phone, Qi Yun removed the car keys, got out of the car, and quietly chased after the woman in the direction she had left.

After walking for about five or six minutes, he followed the woman to another dirty back street.

The houses here are low and dilapidated, the roads are potholed and uneven, and there is garbage everywhere. The environment is really comparable to India.

The woman was clearly terrified; she practically ran all the way into a crooked three-story building.

She shakily took out the key from her handbag, turned the iron door on the second floor near the corridor, and then opened the wooden door inside.

The woman rushed into the house in a panic. Just as she pulled the iron gate shut and was about to lock it, a pair of large hands suddenly reached in from the crack in the door and firmly blocked the iron gate from closing!

The woman was terrified and let out a scream!

She instinctively tried to slam the door shut, but there was a difference in strength between a woman and a man.

"Shh—don't shout!" Qi Yun warned with a stern face.

Extreme fear made the woman's legs go weak, and she almost collapsed.

"Mother?"

A child's innocent cry came from inside the room, along with the rustling sound of someone groping to get out of bed.

"Daniel, don't come any closer!" The woman shouted back into the room, her voice trembling, as she tried to suppress her fear.

Then she turned back, looking at Qi Yun with pleading eyes, her lips trembling, "Please...please, I didn't see anything...I really didn't see anything..."

Qi Yun didn't answer her, but looked around before quickly opening the door and slipping inside.

His first impression of this "home" was that it was cramped and crowded.

The air was filled with an indescribable musty smell, along with the cheap perfume emanating from the woman.

The room, less than 20 square meters, had a curtain separating the sleeping area. In the corner was a simple gas stove and sink; it could be described as bare.

The only electrical appliance was an old, broken fan that was creaking and groaning.

A very thin little boy, about five or six years old, was rubbing his eyes as he peeked out from behind the curtain. Upon seeing the stranger, he immediately shrank back in fear.

Qi Yun frowned and looked at the woman who was trembling all over.

Name: Maria;

Sin value: 10;

Crime: Engaging in illegal sex trafficking and failing to undergo regular medical checkups.