The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

Under the cover of night, the driver led Qi Yun and the other two toward the warehouse.

The two gatekeepers were still smoking and bragging, completely unaware that death was just around the corner.

"Who goes there!"

Upon seeing Qi Yun and the others, one of them frowned, shouted, and reached for his lower back.

"It's me! Vega, don't get excited, buddy!" The driver raised his hands to identify himself.

Upon hearing this, the man relaxed his guard slightly: "Damn, you scared me."

"What are you doing here? Who's behind you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened.

Because he saw that the three guys following Vega were all unfamiliar faces, and that they had already raised their guns!

"Bui!"

"Bui!"

He was met with two gunshots; the pistol bullets made a crisp sound as they passed through the silencer.

The two gatekeepers fell backward to the ground, their guns, which they had just pulled out, falling to the floor.

The driver's legs trembled; he was now completely covered in it.

Qi Yun quickly stepped over the corpses on the ground and walked inside, warning, "You stay outside and keep watch. I hope you don't do anything foolish."

"Okay...okay." The driver obediently rolled to the wall.

The warehouse door was ajar, and a dim light shone from inside.

Qi Yun peered through the crack in the door.

The warehouse was quite deep, filled with rows of stacked cardboard boxes, obstructing the view and preventing the observation of any useful information.

He gestured to the razor, and the two men raised their pistols and reached inside one after the other.

The bull, carrying an AK, brought up the rear.

The principle is to use a silenced pistol to take out the enemy as much as possible, so as not to make too much noise and make it easier to escape later.

There was a row of rooms on the second floor, all lit up; no enemies were found in the corridor.

The three exchanged a glance and slowly advanced to the right.

After walking around the two rows of cardboard boxes, the view becomes a little clearer.

Several long tables were set up in the open space in front, and there were figures moving around and voices could be heard.

Qi Yun immediately clenched his fist, and the three of them stopped close to the cargo box.

Qi Yun peeked out halfway to observe; it seemed to be a small processing point.

Several long tables were pushed together, and on the tables were electronic scales, bottles and jars, and bags of white powder.

Three people were facing this side, mixing the two white powders and then dispensing them into small bags.

"Hurry up, this batch of goods needs to be delivered tomorrow." A bald man with a cigarette in his mouth urged, packing the repackaged bags into a cardboard box.

"Okay, okay."

There were two other guys nearby, leaning against the wall and fiddling with their phones.

There are five in total.

Qi Yun withdrew, and the two of them, Chong and Razor, exchanged some words.

Razor nodded in understanding, then quietly circled around to the left, staying close to the cardboard box.

Bull slung the AK behind his back and also pulled out a pistol.

After waiting for a little over a minute, Razor's soft voice came through the headset: "Ready."

Qi Yun took a deep breath.

Right now.

He emerged from behind the cargo container, aiming his gun at the three men in front of him.

"—biu!"

The guy on the far left, who was pouring powder into the bag, tilted his head and fell onto the table, sending the powder flying everywhere like snow.

The person next to him suddenly looked up, before even opening their mouth—"bui!"

The bull also fired at the same time.

The person leaned back and fell to the ground along with the stool.

The bald man with the cigarette in his mouth was terrified and reached for the gun next to him.

Before his hand could even touch the butt of the gun, a cloud of blood burst from his chest, and his body fell limply backward.

At the same time, Razor had already circled around from the left flank and fired several shots at the two guys by the wall who had just reacted. Before they could even stand up, they collapsed to the ground.

"Fuck!"

Suddenly, a curse came from above.

Qi Yun suddenly looked up and saw half a body leaning out from the second-floor railing, holding an AK in its hand, the muzzle already pointing downwards.

This guy might have just happened to come out, or he might have gone unnoticed in a blind spot; in any case, his hand was already on the trigger, about to pull it.

Just as Qi Yun was about to lunge forward to avoid the gunfire, the man suddenly tilted his head to the side, revealing a bloody hole in his neck.

The person fell directly from the second floor and landed heavily on the ground.

Qi Yun looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was Razor on the left who had fired the shot.

His position was diagonally opposite the building, giving him a better view and allowing him to lock onto his target first.

Qi Yun breathed a sigh of relief, still shaken, and gave the razor a thumbs up.

He then shook his head, signaling him and the bull to go upstairs to check, one on each side, while he himself stood guard downstairs.

The bull's massive gait pounded on the iron stairs, followed by the sound of a door being kicked open.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Clear!"

"..."

After checking the second floor and confirming that there were no more threats in the warehouse, Qi Yun then carefully examined the processing workshop.

It seems these people are adulterating the flour, or to put it more politely, diluting it.

After their processing, one kilogram of goods can be directly turned into three or even five kilograms, increasing profits several times over.

Since it's retail anyway, even if someone discovers the goods aren't genuine, they won't dare to cause trouble for them.

Moreover, most people wouldn't notice, because this is how most retailers in Mexico operate; they've been consuming this adulterated product for a long time.

"We found something good on the second floor." Razor came down the stairs carrying a box.

He placed the box on the wooden table, opened the lid, and found five or six M4A1 carbines inside.

Qi Yun's eyes lit up after reading it.

This gun is a great piece of equipment. It has a short barrel and a retractable stock, making it perfect for urban combat.

Furthermore, this gun integrates Picatinny rails on the receiver and handguard, allowing for the easy attachment of accessories such as scopes or suppressors.

This makes it more versatile, serving as both an assault firepower suppressor and a precision rifle, making it the mainstay firearm of the US military in the Afghan and Iraqi battlefields.

Qi Yun had already planned to upgrade the team's weapons, and now, the readily available ones have been delivered right to his doorstep.

"Pack your things and retreat!"

Razor carried the box out to get the car, while Qi Yun and Bull collected the flour.

Once everything was loaded into the car, Qi Yun opened the trunk and ordered, "Throw this guy in here and stage the scene."

Bull understood and carried the lame henchman he had captured toward the warehouse.

The guy had already woken up and realized what awaited him. He was so scared that his soul almost left his body, and he cried and begged for mercy desperately.

Qi Yun didn't bother with them; they were all damned drug dealers, and he felt no guilt whatsoever.

"Come here." Qi Yun waved to the driver who was trembling by the wall.

The driver leaned closer, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Sheriff, I've done everything you said... Can you let me go now?"

Qi Yun nodded: "Okay, but you still have one last thing to do."

"W-What is it?"

Qi Yun pointed to the warehouse and said with a half-smile, "The warehouse was robbed by the Crippled Gang. Shouldn't you go and inform your boss?"

The driver froze, then his legs went weak and his face turned deathly pale: "No...no, I shouldn't have been here in the first place. He'll figure it out, he'll kill me..."

"So, do you want to die now, or take a gamble?" Qi Yun squinted at him. "If you're so eager to live, I believe you'll find a suitable reason."

The driver's lips trembled, and he felt incredibly aggrieved. This was simply outrageous!

This is forcing him to his death!

Qi Yun patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Don't be so pessimistic. Think about it, your three companions and everyone in the warehouse are all dead. As long as I don't say anything, no one will know that tonight's events are related to you."

"But don't even think about running away. I'll be waiting for you at the Crippled Gang's territory later. If the Vander Gang doesn't show up tonight, you know what will happen... Not only will the Vander Gang hunt you down, but the police will also issue a warrant for your arrest. That would make everyone unhappy."

"On the contrary, if you help me do this, I dare not say that I will eliminate the Vander gang, but at least I will keep them too busy to bother with you; and I can also send you away from Tijuana in a police car, which is much safer than you running away on your own."

"Think about it carefully, doesn't this make sense..."

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P.S.: Hey everyone, there's another chapter tonight, so please remember to read it! Reading today is very important.