The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

"RPG—!!!"

With a scream, a rocket pierced the night and flew swiftly towards them.

"boom--!"

A loud bang.

The pickup truck in front of Antonio was blown up and rolled several times before turning into a fireball.

He himself was thrown several meters by the shockwave and crashed heavily to the ground.

My ears are ringing, and my whole body feels like it's falling apart.

He struggled to get up, but his left leg was completely powerless. Looking down, he saw that his leg was covered in blood and flesh.

Around him, several henchmen lay on the ground, some screaming in agony, others motionless.

At the other end of the street, Qi Yun tossed the launcher to Martinelli next to him and picked up the megaphone from the patrol car.

"I am Qi Yun, Sheriff of Fourth Avenue! You are surrounded. Everyone, lay down your weapons and surrender immediately! You have two minutes! Come out here!"

He put down the megaphone and shouted into the walkie-talkie, "Everyone, prepare! Charge in and wipe them all out!"

Upon hearing this, Hector's legs went weak and he almost lost his balance.

"Sir...Sir...Are we really going to charge in?"

Qi Yun glanced at him: "Nonsense, otherwise why would we be here?"

Hector swallowed hard, glancing at the blazing street across the way. "W-wasn't it said they'd have two minutes to surrender?"

"I lied to them." Qi Yun picked up the M4A1 carbine he had just seized, pulled the bolt, and said, "Let's go!"

Razor and Bull followed on either side, while several newcomers followed behind, trembling.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the street, Malcolm led nearly thirty men from the south and had already engaged in firefights with the outer perimeter personnel.

"Fire!" he roared, and his AK fired first.

The Black Panther Gang members followed suit, raining bullets down on the Crippled Gang.

On the west side of the T-junction, Navarro and about a dozen police officers also pressed forward with guns at their ready.

Surrounded on three sides.

The crippled gang was completely dumbfounded.

They had just attacked the Van der Gang in the same way, and now, only a few minutes later, it was their turn to be attacked from both sides.

Antonio was dragged into the warehouse, but he had already recovered.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he kept muttering that name.

"Qi Yun! Qi Yun! Damn it! I'll kill you!"

"Fuck Antonio!" The bearded man nearby shouted back, cursing at him. "This was all your scheme! You bastard! You tricked me into coming here to negotiate so I'd take a bullet for you!"

He truly felt more wronged than Dou E, being beaten for no reason, twice in a row!

There's no way to escape!

Fortunately, they were quite numerous; the crippled gang, plus about twenty of his men, made a total of more than forty people.

After a brief moment of panic, these people immediately launched a fierce resistance.

Bullets flew wildly, and screams filled the air.

On the north side of the street, Qi Yun's advance was suppressed by heavy firepower and was slow.

He hid behind a car, his brow furrowed.

"Damn it, the Crippled Gang has already fought the Van der Gang once, how come there are still so many of them?"

"Fuck! The Crocodile Gang is here too!" Malcolm's angry curses came through the walkie-talkie, mixed with bursts of gunfire.

Qi Yun was taken aback upon hearing this: "How many of them are there?"

"At least twenty!" Malcolm shouted.

Oh shit!

Clearly, the plan has changed.

Harris's task force had already been locked down by Chief Carlos, but then the unexpected Crocodile Gang suddenly appeared.

After a two-second silence, Qi Yun gritted his teeth and said, "Then let's fucking do it together! From now on, Fourth Avenue will only have you, Malcolm!"

He sensed that the other party seemed hesitant, so he could only offer Malcolm a rosy picture to reassure him.

"Bulls! Show them your firepower!"

Bull nodded and beckoned to Hector, who was cowering not far away: "Bring the ammunition box over!"

This is not a residential area; both sides are warehouses, so heavy weapons can be used without any scruples.

Hector, carrying the ammunition box, scrambled over, his face pale.

Bull placed the carbine on the ground, took down the M249 he had been hanging on his body with a rope, and began loading the ammunition belt.

"let me!"

Once ready, the bull moved to the side of the front of the vehicle, raised the machine gun, and opened fire!

"Da da da da—!"

The crimson bullet trails resembled winding fire snakes. Two lame gang members hiding behind the car were instantly knocked down by bullets that pierced through the car door. Several people who had been blocking the way from the base of the wall were also hit and fell to the ground screaming in pain.

No one dared to confront the M249 head-on, and the enemy's firepower was immediately weakened.

In just over ten seconds, a belt of ammunition was emptied, and Qi Yun immediately grabbed his gun and advanced: "Go!"

The razor follows from the other side.

Without concentrated firepower to suppress them, the two men frequently peeked out and fired, taking down several opponents in succession and successfully advancing more than 100 meters.

Several new recruits followed behind, trembling, their guns waving wildly, unsure whether they had hit anything.

Qi Yun didn't expect these guys to be of much use. His main goal was to let them experience what real combat is like, because some things can't be learned through training alone.

Malcolm's side also took the opportunity to push forward, and the Black Panther Gang members charged forward with howls, exchanging fire with the Crippled Gang members at a distance of twenty meters.

Navarro led his officers in from the west, and bullets kept the lame men from raising their heads.

Caught in a pincer movement, the crippled gang members began to retreat.

Antonio's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the scene outside.

He snatched the AK from his underling, limped out of cover, and began firing wildly, instantly taking down two members of the Black Panther Gang.

"Ah—fuck them to death!"

One of his trusted men also fought desperately, shouting, "Fight back! Fight back! Otherwise, we'll all die here today!"

Led by their leader, the crippled gang members, who had initially been retreating, also became enraged and began to peek out from behind their cover to fight back, suppressing the Black Panther Gang and Navarro's men so much that they dared not show their faces.

Qi Yun, hiding behind the car, frowned and twisted his brow as he watched the sudden surge of firepower from the opposite side.

This is the situation he least wanted to see.

The reason for setting up the conflict between the Van der gang and the crippled gang was to render the crippled gang incapable of resistance, so that he could bring his men over and wipe them out in a crushing victory.

But now that they are fighting back desperately, even if we manage to kill them in the end, we will suffer huge casualties on our side.

Moreover, the Black Panther Gang and Navarro's group are basically there to help out; if there are too many casualties, they could easily be driven away.

By then, only a few of us will be left. Trying to wipe out the entire crippled gang is just a pipe dream.

"Sheriff, should we still use the RPG?"

Martinelli was carrying the launcher on his shoulder the whole time, with an ammunition box in his other hand.

Qi Yun glanced at the battlefield and shook his head.

The two sides were engaged in combat at too close range, with the Black Panther Gang and Navarro's men also within the kill radius.

Furthermore, rockets need to travel a certain distance to disengage the safety mechanism and achieve a stable flight state.

If the target is too close, the rocket may not have time to disarm, or its flight attitude may be unstable, causing it not to explode, or it may tumble after impact and fail to detonate effectively.

Just as Qi Yun was pondering how to launch an attack, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He took out his phone and glanced at the screen; it was a text message from an unknown number.

Signed – Francisco!