The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Four gunmen got off the SUV.

Two gunmen got out of each of the other two cars on the roadside.

Before they could raise their guns, intensive gunfire rang out from the houses on both sides of the road.

The automatic rifles were firing in bursts, and the two light machine guns formed a cross fire, like the scythe of the god of death, reaping the lives of the gunmen below.

The Tequila Gang's gunmen wanted to fight back using cars, but in front of the armor-piercing bullets fired by the M249 light machine gun, civilian cars were no different from paper.

There were two snipers among them, calling out names one by one.

A round grenade fell from the sky and hit the back of the off-road vehicle, and the last gunman fell down.

At the same time, the vehicle carrying the special police was also attacked.

These guys who were dawdling in opening the trunk door had not yet realized what was happening when a rocket, with a tail flame, flew into the trunk.

After a loud explosion, none of the five people in the rear compartment survived.

The people who got off the passenger seat pretended to question the garbage truck driver, but they were all shot to death.

The only one alive was the driver of the bomb-proof vehicle.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the guy quickly lay down on the seat.

"Retreat!" Bosque issued the order to retreat less than two minutes after firing the first shot.

Five or six people came down from the houses on both sides of the road. They followed the pre-planned route, ran through the long alley, came to another road, got in the car and drove away.

The gunfight broke out quickly and ended even faster.

Maria, sitting in the car, opened her eyes and looked around, a little confused on her face, as if she couldn't believe all this.

Could it be God's blessing?

The gangster gunmen who wanted to kill him all died on the streets with bloody holes all over their bodies.

The sound of gunfire and explosions reached the other side of the square. The director who had no real power looked grief-stricken. He shouted to a few of his cronies and ran over there like crazy.

The people in the square were in chaos, but not to the point of going crazy.

Because this is Mexico, and it is a Mexican city close to the border with hell.

Everyone has experienced this to some extent.

Crowds of people were running around, figures were walking by, Deputy Chief Sanders looked into the distance, watched the rising smoke, and sighed softly.

"You don't want to make good money, but you want to die."

Suddenly, a large gloved hand reached out from behind and covered Sanders' mouth with force.

Without waiting for Sanders to struggle, Campos stabbed the dagger in his hand into his kidney.

The knife was pulled out and stabbed back in, then pulled out and stabbed again!

Two bodyguards nearby noticed it and wanted to come to rescue him.

Bang, bang, bang, gunshots rang out, and Juan and Fiona shot and killed the two men.

While Campos stabbed his waist with a knife, he whispered in Sanders' ear: "For my teacher, for my wife, for my father..."

Then he picked up the knife and put it across Sanders' throat: "This knife is for myself!"

With a swish, the dagger cut Sanders' trachea and aorta.

Campos let go of the man, letting him fall to the ground and run toward the edge of the square.

Fiona and Juan followed.

Sanders lay on the ground, plunged into endless darkness.

…………

When Mayor Maria finished her speech, Garcia received a notice from Campos. Following his order, a truck disguised as a wine delivery drove straight to the door of the bar.

In the alley on the other side, a dilapidated garbage truck was parked at the back door of the bar.

The side door of the truck opened, and Garcia picked up the shotgun and fired repeatedly at the glass door of the bar. The tempered glass door shattered into pieces under the bombardment of the shotgun.

Two mercenaries rushed to the door of the bar and threw in the prepared stun grenades at the same time.

After the roar, the two men took out grenades and threw them into the bar one after another.

Not only were explosions heard here, but there were also explosions at the back door.

This is not America, this is the chaotic northern Mexico.

After the grenade exploded, three mercenaries who cooperated with each other tacitly rushed into the bar door in a tactical formation.

Garcia followed.

As they approached the bar, one of the mercenaries threw a grenade into the bar.

There was a loud explosion, and the injured bartender in the bar was dead as soon as he touched the gun.

Xavier, the leader of the Tequila Gang, had already been knocked unconscious by the stun grenade and was lying on the ground, holding his head and swaying back and forth.

Garcia raised the gun, pulled the trigger, and shot him in the head.

They swept the floor mercilessly and shot the dealer lying on the ground. Gunshots rang out, and the front and back teams joined together and fought their way through the wine cellar to the underground entrance.

Then, shotgun blasts broke through the door, stun grenades cleared the way, grenades blasted, and gunmen moved in to mop up the floor.

Leave no one alive!
In just a few minutes of killing, all the Tequila Gang members stationed in the bar were killed, including the big boss Xavier.

Such fierce gunfire means gang attacks in northern Mexico. Even if someone calls the police, experienced Mexican police will wait for a while before coming.

Garcia yelled, "Retreat!"

The group left the bar through the front and back doors, got in the car and started running away.

Before the action, Campos and Bosque each formulated an escape plan for their own team.

The female mayor who managed to survive also used her influence to slow down the pace of the hunt for the murderer.

Although it is difficult for Maria to accomplish what she wants, it is always easier to destroy than to build.

Bosque and his men arrived in Messilia that day, then dispersed and retreated to Tijuana, temporarily leaving Mexico.

Campos and others also split up and returned to North America through various channels.

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Twitter building in Los Angeles.

Hawke was reviewing an operating plan prepared by Caroline when there was a knock on the door and Edward pushed it open and walked in.

He took a newspaper and put it on the desk and said, "A Mexican newspaper. I bought it with great difficulty."

Hawke nodded, but did not read it for the time being. He picked up the newspaper only after he finished reviewing the plan.

Edward added: "I just contacted Campos, he is coming back from Canada. The operation went smoothly and everyone will return to Los Angeles one after another."

Hawke responded and looked at the newspaper in his hand, which reported on the attack in St. Louis.

Similar incidents are not uncommon in Mexico. According to media reports and government announcements, the attacks were naturally gang fights and attacks between traffickers.

Among them, a deputy chief of the St. Louis Police Department was killed in the firefight.

Hawke heard Campos talk about the past and this man should be Campos's former boss, the guy who betrayed and had people attack Campos.

The Tequila Gang, a cartel organized by the gangsters, had all its top brass and core members killed in the attack.

In the environment of Mexico, this gang is basically doomed, and new trafficking organizations will soon occupy this vacant market.

Campos and his men are very mobile, and the mercenaries they hired with money are also good.

Hawke also needs to pay a final payment.

He put down the newspaper, took out an invitation and an exhibit appendix from the drawer, and said to Edward, "Book a ticket to New York for the weekend, first class."

Edward asked, "Boss, you are still going to bid for artworks. I have heard many people say that those things are easy to buy but hard to sell."

Hawke said, "Many things are used for money laundering. The mercenaries I hired this time still have the balance to pay off, so I plan to buy an antique."

Edward suddenly realized: "Some accounts that are not easy to handle can still be traded normally in this way?"

Last time, Hawke bought the gem from a Sotheby's auction in Hong Kong.

Antiques are like gems, there are so many tricks to play with.

Hawke plans to set up an art company overseas and then promote an artist so that he can use it to legally mobilize funds.

Those modern artists often have financial backers or supporting institutions behind them.

Edward's cell phone rang at this time. He looked at the number, answered it and said a few words. After hanging up, he said to Hawke, "Betty is here and said she has something to report."

Hawke pointed to the door and said, "Go and get her up."

Edward left the office, went downstairs to the side door of the company, picked up Betty and went upstairs to Hawke's office together.

Betty said directly: "Boss, I just received a message from Harvard. The matter is a bit urgent. Campos hasn't come back yet, so I had to come here."

"It's okay." Hawke pointed to the chair and said, "Sit down and talk."

Edward took a cup of coffee and placed it in front of Betty.

Betty said: "In the second half of last year, you hired two people through Campos and sent them to Cambridge, Boston, to find a Jewish student named Mark Zuckerberg at Harvard University."

Hawke certainly remembered it.

He only remembered that in his previous life, Mark Zuckerberg dropped out of Harvard University after he created Facebook, but he didn't know the exact time.

Edward found Mark Zuckerberg's name on the list of freshmen admitted on Harvard University's official website. He was studying psychology and computer science.

Hawke hired two young people who were very good at socializing at high salaries and sent them to Cambridge to establish a relationship with Zuckerberg.

High-end business war is the last resort. What he asked the two men to do was very simple: get acquainted with Zuckerberg, and then take him out for food, drinks and fun.

This is also what those two people are best at and what American youth love.

Every half month, relevant information will be summarized in Los Angeles.

During these months, the two men not only became familiar with Zuckerberg, but also took him drinking, throwing parties, and looking for women, etc. The revelry of these American middle-aged youths was truly addictive.

Especially young people around 20 years old.

The last time Hawke saw the situation summary, Zuckerberg was still indulging in various wild parties.

"Has the situation changed?" Hawke asked.

Betty said quickly, "The news from Cambridge is that Zuckerberg had been immersed in joy, but things have changed recently. He told two friends that he designed a computer program that allows people to choose the best-looking person from a bunch of photos."

Hawke's first thought was Facebook.

Betty added: "He first used this program for pleasure, asking the escort agents to provide a bunch of candidate photos, which were then entered into the computer and selected by the program. The selected ones were then used for his pleasure."

Hawke could only say: "What a genius at dealing with women." (End of this chapter)