The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

After searching the vicinity, they still couldn't find any trace of Antonio. However, the cunning Hector found Antonio's slush fund in an office, which contained approximately four million US dollars.

"Take your people and leave first. I'll come find you tomorrow, and I'll bring your share with me."

Seeing that police cars were arriving at the scene one after another, Qi Yun had no choice but to abandon the search and let the crippled gang members leave first.

Malcolm glanced at the two large travel bags Bull had stuffed into the trunk, said nothing more, only adding, "You absolutely must find those two guys! Otherwise, there will be endless trouble later!"

Qi Yun nodded.

Just then, Chief Carlos's car arrived.

The firefight just now was quite loud, especially Francisco's final frenzy; the explosions could even be heard several streets away.

Even so, the police station's emergency hotline was unusually quiet, which was rather ridiculous.

"Get in!" Carlos rolled down the car window and waved to Qi Yun.

Qi Yun exchanged a few words with Razor, then opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

Carlos looked Qi Yun up and down for a few moments, and seeing that Qi Yun only had minor superficial injuries, he asked, "Are you alright?"

Qi Yun grinned: "Thanks to the director."

Carlos ignored the comment, lit a cigarette, and rolled up the car window.

"How is the situation?"

"The Crippled Gang and Crocodile Gang on Fourth Avenue have been almost completely wiped out..." Qi Yun gave a brief report on the situation.

After listening, Carlos turned to Qi Yun and asked, "So, won't the entire Fourth Avenue area only have one Black Panther gang left? Are you confident you can control Malcolm?"

"I'm not sure yet, but I have no other choice."

Qi Yun lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and said, "The Crippled Gang is finished, and the Crocodile Gang is finished too. Someone has to take over the territory, otherwise there will be countless small gangs fighting each other again, and the people will be the ones who suffer."

"The Black Panthers are the best option right now, at least Malcolm won't be going against the police in the short term."

"What about in the long term?"

Qi Yun flicked his cigarette ash and sighed deeply: "There's a saying I wholeheartedly agree with: violence is the starting point of all rights and order; this is an eternal truth."

"To restore order to the La Mesa district, we must build a reliable police force, and I am willing to do this for the chief."

Carlos fell into a brief silence.

He understood this principle perfectly well, but reality is far more complex than reason.

Putting aside the fact that drug cartels are powerful, the most pressing problem is the lack of funds. Sometimes the branch office can't even pay basic salaries. Under such conditions, where can you find loyal soldiers?

Who's going to risk their life for you if you don't have money?

Moreover, many people in the government are colluding with drug cartels, and not everyone wants to see Tijuana, or even the whole of Mexico, get better.

Qi Yun could roughly guess Carlos's concerns, and smiled: "Chief, I'll figure out the money issue. All I need is your support!"

Carlos stared at him in surprise, then pondered, "What do you intend to do?"

"Phew~ Let's start with the action team. Those parasites are enjoying taxpayers' hard-earned money while working for drug dealers. They must all be wiped out!"

Qi Yun's expression was serious. "I want to take over the action team. With this force, I can ensure the stability of Fourth Avenue, and then gradually expand it to other areas..."

"I'll handle Harris! Like I said, all I need is your support, Chief!"

Carlos stared at Qi Yun for a long time, and he found that he understood the young man in front of him less and less.

Or rather, I never understood it from the beginning.

However, he was very clear about one thing: he and Qi Yun had the same goal.

"How do you plan to resolve the Harris issue?"

"I was retaliated against by the crippled gang." Qi Yun's answer was simple.

Carlos, being a shrewd old fox, immediately understood the implication and shook his head slightly: "The people behind him aren't so easy to fool."

"Chief, this is our La Mesa district! The revolution has begun, it's time to show your strong hand!" Qi Yun said, looking passionate and enthusiastic.

He knew in his heart that Carlos was definitely not someone to be trifled with; there was definitely someone behind him.

Carlos's facial muscles twitched involuntarily, his expression somewhat strange.

Just then, two more vans drove up in the opposite direction, with the TV station's logo painted on their sides.

This time, Carlos didn't even need Qi Yun to remind him; he simply swayed the media towards him himself.

Upon seeing this scene, Qi Yun knew he hadn't misjudged the man; this bureau chief was indeed a man with a lot of pent-up anger.

As the commander-in-chief of this operation, and with the Crippled Gang located in the jurisdiction of the Fourth Checkpoint, Chief Qi Yun naturally accepted the interview, thus creating the image of a brave chief who dared to confront the drug cartel.

Although these reports will not be broadcast now, when the time is right, these images will appear on television screens and rekindle the long-extinguished fire in the hearts of the Mexican people.

The purpose of forbearance is simply to accumulate strength so that a more powerful punch can be thrown in the future.

...

After dealing with the situation at the scene, Qi Yun went to the hospital. After disinfecting and bandaging his wounds, he went to the ward to visit Navarro and the members of the rapid response team.

The two seriously injured individuals have been rescued and are now out of danger, transferred to the observation room.

Navarro and four other lightly injured players have had their wounds treated and are now resting in their hospital rooms.

This is the largest private hospital in Tijuana, and its medical standards and facilities are quite good.

Although regular police officers have health insurance, it's a joke in Mexico.

In public hospitals, shortages of medical supplies and medicines are common. Even basic antibiotics and plasma have to be purchased by family members themselves, and then they have to go through the reimbursement process with the receipts.

The reimbursement process is lengthy and complicated, sometimes taking a year or two.

This explains why so many police officers are corrupt and collude with drug cartels; even those who don't take bribes often just go through the motions without putting in any real effort.

Because once they are injured, they may not receive medical treatment, or they may have to spend all their savings to stay alive.

"Buddy..." Navarro, lying on the hospital bed, tried to sit up when he saw Qi Yun enter.

Qi Yun waved his hand, signaling him to lie still.

He pulled up a chair, sat down, placed a briefcase on the counter, and unzipped it.

"I have already paid all the medical expenses in advance, so please rest well during this time; in addition, there is $50 in this bag, which is my personal compensation to everyone."

"Give the family of the officer who died 10, give each of the two seriously injured guys 5, and the rest you can divide among yourselves."

"Thank you all for your hard work tonight."

Without any unnecessary words, he knew what these police officers needed most and would not mistreat those who risked their lives for him.

Navarro stared at the bag of money, remaining silent for a long time.

In Mexico, police officers' lives are worthless.

Once someone dies, they're dead; whether or not they can receive compensation is another question.

Although the law stipulates that the families of police officers who die in the line of duty can receive a one-time compensation equivalent to two to five years' worth of salary.

In reality, very few people actually receive the compensation because the police department is too poor; federal police officers might be a little better off.

Navarro's monthly salary is less than $1000, and if he had died on his own, the compensation would probably be less than $20,000.

But Qi Yun secretly gave 10 yuan to the police officer's family...

He knew that tonight's operation involved certain interests, but it was an order from the bureau chief to the team, and they were just carrying out official duties.

So even if Qi Yun doesn't take a single penny, no one can say anything.

But they not only bore the high medical costs, they also gave everyone a large sum of money.

This gesture made Navarro feel respect for Qi Yun for the first time.

The other officers in the ward also stared wide-eyed at the young police chief, their eyes filled with gratitude.

"Th...thank you." Navarro opened his mouth, but could only manage to utter this last sentence.

Qi Yun patted him on the shoulder, turned around and left.