The Wolf of Los Angeles.

San Luis, Mexico.

This city is less than 100 kilometers away from the US-Mexico border, a typical example of being too far from heaven and too close to America.

Sanders, the deputy chief of criminal and narcotics enforcement at the St. Louis Police Department, dressed in casual clothes, entered the bar with a "Tequila" sign.

During working hours in the day, there are not many people in the bar.

Sandra looked at a guy wearing a cowboy hat and quickly walked over to sit across from him.

Xavier, the leader of the Tequila Gang, raised the brim of his hat, picked up the tequila on the table, poured him a glass, and said, "Will Mayor Maria's speech tomorrow still be about drug control?"

Sandra said: "She didn't learn any lessons from her last narrow escape. She thought that with a new chief, she could control the police station. It's too simplistic. What can a police station do with just one chief?"

"Are the new generation of politicians so idealistic?" Xavier really couldn't understand. "The last random shooting killed her husband, and she was lucky enough to be rescued. But she still wants to destroy our business."

Sandra suggested: "Then kill her and shut her up forever."

Xavier picked up his glass and drank it all: "We want the same thing, to finish the work that we didn't finish last time."

He asked, "Will the police provide security for tomorrow's speech?"

Sandra knew what he wanted to do: "Yes, the SWAT team will protect Mayor Maria closely and be responsible for transportation."

"Very good, let her give an anti-drug speech and let her speak passionately." Xavier smiled grimly, "Our dear Mayor Maria just gave a great anti-drug speech and acted like an angel of justice, and then she was shot to death by drug dealers in the street. It must be shocking."

Sandra was delighted: "Originally the director should have been mine, but she parachuted in. Damn it."

Xavier suddenly stopped smiling and asked, "There's still no news about your former capable subordinate, the bastard who was the best fighter in the SWAT team?"

Sandra knew who he was talking about. That bastard was just like the mayor. He had a problem in his head. Instead of making a lot of money, he insisted on going into drug control and even arrested several important figures from the Tequila Gang, forcing him to take action.

As a result, only his family and friends were killed, but the person was not killed. In addition, many of his confidants were killed by the other party.

I get angry just thinking about this.

Sandra shook her head, "We haven't found him. He's been missing for two years."

Xavier didn't take it seriously and said, "You're going to be on site tomorrow?"

"There are requirements from above, and we have to save face." Sandra said, "When your people attack, don't hurt my people."

"We'll have cars to separate you," Xavier said.

The two men sealed the fate of the city's nominal top administrator.

After Sandra left, Xavier went to the wine cellar, and down from the wine cellar there was a large basement.

The place is filled with weapons, and there are eight strong gunners adjusting and maintaining the guns.

But no one noticed that two Mexicans were observing the Tequila Bar on the second floor of a hotel diagonally opposite the bar.

Traffickers are an important part of Mexican society, and in places far away from the capital, Mexico City, and close to the US border, their gangs are almost all open.

They have been observing here for several days and have determined that several high-ranking members of the Tequila Gang often go in and out of the bar.

Especially the big boss Xavier, who spends a lot of time in the bar.

As the weather darkened, the two men drove out of St. Louis and arrived at a repair shop in the northern suburbs and went directly into a shed.

Nearly twenty people have gathered here.

In the middle of the factory shed, there was a long wooden table filled with weapons.

Campos is sorting out an M4.

Hierro on the other side chose his favorite light machine gun.

The mercenary leader Bosk commanded four of his men to bring in two more boxes, which they opened to reveal C4, grenades and rocket launchers inside.

When Bosque saw that everyone had returned, he said to Campos, "Everyone is here."

Campos put down the gun in his hand, stood up and walked to the head of the long table, and said, "The latest situation, tell me in detail."

The person who just came in spoke first: "Tequila Bar is the target gang's base, and the target person Xavier basically stays in the bar during the day."

He played the photos and videos he took through his laptop.

Campos looked at Bosque: "What do you think?"

The commission for this deal was lucrative, and Bosque took the money to do the job: "You are the commander, and we follow your orders."

Campos, who was wearing makeup, thought for a moment and said, "Now the news is confirmed. The SWAT team of the St. Louis Police Department will be responsible for protecting Mayor Maria tomorrow. This SWAT team has long been corrupt. According to the intelligence we received before, the Tequila Gang is going to attack Maria. Based on the past style of drug dealers, they will do it tomorrow."

Bosque agrees: "Last month, a drug-averse mayor was shot dead in the street less than three hours after his inauguration, before he even arrived at City Hall to take office."

This is typical of the traffickers, killing as a warning.

Campos had a lot of dealings with the Tequila Gang two years ago and understood the gang's style of doing things. He said: "According to their usual way of killing important targets, No. 2 leader Cesar and No. 3 leader Ferman will lead the team personally."

Bosque asked, "We split into two teams?"

"No, three teams!" Campos took out a map that he had studied thoroughly and said, "The first team will be led by Bosque. They will ambush here, here, and here. The mayor will definitely leave from here after his speech."

He looked at Carlos and Hierro who were also wearing makeup, and said, "You are familiar with the terrain, follow Bosque." The two nodded.

Campos pointed at Garcia and said, "Bring a team of people with you. I will notify you when the mayor's speech is over. Charge into the Tequila Bar! Tequila's most elite forces will definitely attack Maria. Kill all the remaining people in the bar, leaving no one alive!"

Garcia responded, “Yes.”

Campos pointed to the speech square on the map and said, "This is a speech about drug control. The chief and deputy chief of the St. Louis Police Department, Sanders, must attend. Juan and Fiona, follow me. Our target is Sanders."

After the plan was completed, both sides made their own arrangements for the retreat.

The action was arranged, and Campos called Bosque to the other side to talk.

In the past few days since returning to St. Louis, he has seen everything. The team led by Bosque is very professional.

When he came here, Hawke told me some things.

Campos said directly, “Are you interested in establishing more cooperation in the future?”

"I won't take jobs in America, nor will I take jobs with the four monsters in East Asia." Bosque is very self-aware and knows how to survive as a mercenary: "These places are too dangerous. If you go there, you will most likely not come out alive."

Even though you're risking your life for money, you can't go ahead and do it knowing you'll die.

They are mercenaries, not soldiers.

Campos said: "The jobs in these places will not come to you."

Bosco nodded and said, "As long as the money is enough, everything else is easy to deal with. I have cooperated with your East Coast employer several times."

Campos said, “I will contact you later.”

Bosque also saw the professionalism of Campos and his men, and they were not bad people. He extended his hand and said, "I wish us a happy cooperation in the future."

Two large hands wearing tactical gloves were clasped together.

the next morning.

Hundreds of citizens gathered in front of a makeshift podium in St. Louis Square.

Armed SWAT police stood in front of the podium. Mayor Maria, who was elected last year, stood on the podium and spoke loudly to the citizens and media cameras, talking about the harm of drugs, drug-related crimes, and the damage to the city of St. Louis and its citizens.

The police chief on the side of the podium had a frown on his face, as if he was carrying an impossible task.

On the other side, Deputy Director Sanders, who actually holds power, always has a smile on his face.

When she was moved, Maria took off her shirt, leaving only her black bra, revealing the gunshot scars on her body: "I took off my clothes just to show my wounds, which were left by the last drug dealer shooting. Although I was injured, I still stand here bravely. Even if I lose my husband, I will not surrender or resign. I will keep fighting against drugs and never stop!"

This female mayor remains full of fighting spirit even though she has one of the most dangerous jobs in the world.

But there were few responses in the square.

Citizens are well aware that those things have already penetrated into every corner of the city.

Even if the mayor declared war, it would be of no avail.

Finally, applause broke out, and the sparse applause spread throughout the square.

Maria put on her clothes, waved her fist high, and walked towards the podium.

Compared to the various fairies, monsters and goblins in Los Angeles.

This is a true feminist fighter.

Maria got into her car under the escort of special police.

An ordinary police car led the way in front, Maria's car was in the middle, and the SWAT team's explosion-proof vehicle followed behind.

A convoy of three vehicles turned out of the square and headed towards the City Hall.

The car had just turned into the main road and passed an intersection when a heavy garbage truck suddenly rushed out of the alley.

The car blocked the intersection, blocking the SWAT car.

The special police officers on the explosion-proof vehicle were not in a hurry at all. They braked slowly. The person in the passenger seat got out of the car slowly like an old man and wanted to check the situation.

The trunk door was also opened, and he was ready to work.

At the same time, the police car in front accelerated and sped away.

An SUV rushed over on the opposite lane and hit Maria's car directly.

Maria had experienced a shooting once before, and when she saw the masked men behind the front windshield of the SUV, she couldn't help but close her eyes.

She knew this day would come, but death would not change her.

St. Louis is Maria's hometown, and she wants to save this fallen city.

But she is not Batman, and without the Wayne family's money and power, the criminals in the city will not play with him.

Gunshots rang out. (End of this chapter)