The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

The shrapnel spread downwards in a fan shape, like the scythe of death, sweeping across the area where the drug dealers were hiding.

Those guys didn't even have time to react before they were engulfed by the scorching storm.

"Ugh—!!"

The screams abruptly stopped.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Shattered glass from the shockwave was falling from above.

[Points +200]

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[Points +160]

Numbers danced before Qi Yun's eyes.

He didn't even look at the results of the battle; his body had already swiftly sprang out from the side of the car.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a bald man with a blood-covered face staggered to his feet, his steps unsteady.

Qi Yun had already rushed in front of him, and without even looking, fired two shots with his right hand, a Glock.

Continue scanning the surroundings; for those lying on the ground screaming in agony but not quite dead, end their suffering directly.

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Danger has passed.

There were eight in total, but Chief Carlos beat him to it.

However, without his shotgun to suppress the enemy, the battle might not have ended so easily.

Carlos arrived from behind, gun at the ready. After scanning the area, he looked at Qi Yun with a strange expression: "Why are you carrying a grenade? Did you know they would attack you?"

He didn't press Qi Yun about the origin of that lightning bolt.

Police funds are tight, and even standardized equipment is difficult for district stations like theirs. The weapons used by officers are also varied, and many people keep the confiscated weapons for themselves. This is an unspoken rule.

Qi Yun shook his head and ripped off the fat man's large gold chain: "No, I just lack a sense of security."

He casually stuffed the chain into his pocket, then turned around and said, "Chief, didn't you ask me before if there was anything I could help you with?"

"In return for killing so many drug dealers, can I be promoted to sheriff? I want to take over Checkpoint 4."

Checkpoint 4 is responsible for managing the area of ​​Fourth Avenue, which is also the territory of the Crippled Gang.

It's called a checkpoint, but it's really no different from a security booth.

If several pickup trucks equipped with M60 general-purpose machine guns are blocking your doorway, do you let them pass or not?

It may sound ironic, but that's the reality.

Those well-known drug cartels are even more well-equipped and armed than Mexican police and military.

They were already driving around recklessly in armored vehicles that the army hadn't even equipped themselves with.

Even more shockingly, when the former head of the Sinaloa Cartel was arrested by the Mexican government, hundreds of heavily armed drug traffickers took to the streets in modified pickup trucks and armored vehicles.

They were equipped with .50 caliber heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, and grenade launchers. They directly sealed off the entire city, surrounding government buildings and police stations, plunging the city into paralysis and terror.

Later, the president couldn't withstand the pressure and, after only three hours of arrest, personally ordered the release of the man, explaining how he was arrested and how he was sent back.

This is the power of drug cartels in Mexico.

Therefore, eliminating these people completely will be a long and arduous task.

Qi Yun needs to build his own power base; going it alone is definitely not realistic.

Becoming a sheriff was his first step.

Before meeting Carlos today, Qi Yun might not have had this thought, because the police system is extremely corrupt.

To get ahead, you either need connections or you need to use money to get ahead.

How high you can stand depends on the thickness of your banknotes.

But after meeting with Carlos, he felt that this might actually work out.

Carlos paused for a moment, then narrowed his eyes: "Sheriff? You should know very well that being a sheriff won't save you. I suggest you go into hiding for a while."

Qi Yun sighed.

Long-standing rigid thinking has led this bureau chief to always react defensively and avoidantly rather than proactively.

But that's normal. After being in this rotten system for too long, one's sharpness has long been worn down.

In addition, drug cartels are now powerful and deeply entrenched.

If one is not careful, the result could be that the entire family's corpses are hung at the entrance of the police station.

Carlos was able to maintain a balance while upholding the bottom line, preventing the La Mesa district from becoming a completely drug-cartel-controlled area like the North district, which makes him a competent police chief.

But what Qi Yun wanted was not to maintain the status quo, but to launch an attack!

"Chief, you're right. My status as a police chief won't save me." Qi Yun took out his cigarette case, lit one, and took a deep drag.

He looked at Carlos through the smoke, his eyes calm. "The only thing that can save me is the gun in my hand; I need more people and guns to send those damn drug dealers to meet their maker."

"I know that's what you want to do too, isn't it?"

Carlos did not answer immediately; he simply stared at Qi Yun with scrutinizing eyes, as if trying to see through him.

Qi Yun's words today, and his radical actions just now, have nothing to do with the invisible man in Carlos's vague memory.

Could it be that he was attacked by drug dealers and suffered a shock after escaping death?

Or was the previous image of a corrupt cop... just like his own, merely a disguise?

"You understand the consequences of going against drug cartels, right?" Carlos reminded him.

Qi Yun understood his unspoken meaning and shrugged indifferently: "I'm all alone, I have no weaknesses."

In fact, many people in the police system were not willing to compromise their integrity from the beginning; they were also full of passion and wanted to change this land.

But reality is too cruel. If you don't pay and don't join, you might receive bad news that night.

"If you make me sheriff, then all my actions against drug dealers will be my personal actions, and will have nothing to do with the chief or the police department."

"Of course, I won't recklessly lead my men to their deaths. I will gradually erode and disintegrate them..."

Carlos nodded: "Let's leave here first and go back to the police station."

...

The La Mesa Precinct is located in the middle of First Avenue.

There is a large courtyard with a three-story office building inside.

More conspicuous than the faded national flag were the numerous bullet holes on the exterior wall.

It's not hard to imagine what happened here...

There's a saying that Mexico isn't a country with drug cartels, it's a country with drug cartels.

For the first time, Qi Yun had a clear understanding of this sentence.

Carlos drove his car into the yard and parked it next to an SUV.

He got out of the car, gestured for Qi Yun to follow, and the two quickly walked into the office building.

The lobby on the first floor was filled with the smell of coffee and tobacco. Several uniformed police officers walked briskly, stopping to salute when they saw Carlos.

However, there was one exception.

His epaulettes bear three stars, signifying Senior Sergeant and head of the action team—Harris.

The action team is usually responsible for handling some tricky cases in the jurisdiction, and they are larger than ordinary teams, about thirty people.

Harris was short, fat, and had a scar near his eye. He was leaning against the reception desk, chatting and laughing with a policewoman.

Seeing Carlos enter, he straightened up slightly, offering a somewhat perfunctory smile: "Chief, is there still work to do so late?"

When his gaze swept over Qi Yun who was following behind, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he hadn't expected the latter to be here.