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The Latino next to him has heavy eye bags and messy hair like a bird's nest. He is an external operative hired by Matt Grave, named Alexandro Gillick.

The two joined the other three waiting here, and they entered the quarry under the leadership of the person in charge of the Mexican site.

Matt Grave said as he walked, "James, talk about the situation."

A bald white man with tea-colored glasses said: "The incident happened early yesterday morning. Someone detonated a large number of C4s and destroyed a tunnel. I made connections and did not move the scene for the time being..."

Entering the battlefield area, one after another corpses gave off an unpleasant smell.

James exchanged a few words with the people in Mexico, and the person in charge of Mexico withdrew to a distance with his men.

"There was a heavy exchange of fire," Alessandro said.

Matt Grave was expressionless, and came to the corpse half lying on the rubble. The corpse had only half a palm on its right hand, a penetrating wound on its calf, and its head was smashed to pieces.

"This is Ian Sommers, shot three times, the same M4," James said.

Matt Grave twisted his mouth, turned around to look at the charred area, and could vaguely distinguish seven corpses.

James added: "Rapid sampling and testing have been done, one of them is Eric, and six of them are mercenaries."

Matt Grave nodded, put his hands on his hips, pursed his lips, and said after a while: "We lost two people. Good! Very good!"

No one else speaks.

Alessandro squatted down, wiped the burning marks with his long and pointed nails, and said, "The fire is not normal."

Matt Grave said: "Take a sample and send it back to China for careful testing." He asked again: "Are there any suspects?"

James said: "Through the insiders of the Carter Gang and the Jose Group, I got the list of participants from both parties. The body is missing one person, called Ronan, the son of the bounty hunter nicknamed the Hound in Chula Vista. If the burnt man does not have him, He's the prime suspect."

Matt Grave said directly: "Find him."

James replied, "As you wish."

After seeing the completely collapsed tunnel and the explosion-burned stone pit cargo, Matt Grave and Alessandro returned to the off-road vehicle.

"Your men?" asked Alessandro.

Matt Grave lit a cigarette: "I've been with me for a few years."

Alessandro asked: "The one who was shot, did he take that step?"

Matt Grave said: "The privates, the ones with the best marksmanship."

"It's not easy to do it." Alessandro asked for a cigarette and said, "When your men and mercenaries cleared the field, they were ambushed by him."

Matt Grave saw it too: "So, I'll have someone find him first."

Alessandro exhaled: "2000, at the turn of the century, it seemed that nothing had changed, but in fact it changed a lot, and things that had been cut off reappeared. In the past few years, there have been more and more strange people and things."

"Many people and things have never been cut off, aren't you?" Matt Grave's position, knowing more, mentioned a few words: "I have been dormant, waiting to come back."

Alessandro threw away the cigarette butt, stomped it out, and asked curiously, "Matt, how old are you?"

Matt didn't answer, waited for James to come over, greeted Alessandro to get in the car, and said: "At this stage, the main goal remains unchanged. The Garcia Group is out of control, and the Jose Group is too active, so provoke them to fight each other."

James said: "The princess stayed in Mexicali and did not go to Juarez because she was waiting for her agent."

Matt said: "There is a local gang leader who is your outside line? Contact them as soon as possible, pretend to be a member of the Jose Group, and attack the princess."

James accepted the order and asked, "Extent?"

"Tie it." Matt made a decision.

Alessandro scratched his face with his long nails and asked, "Shall I go?"

Matt shook his head: "No, you wait, I will use the princess to force Antonio Garcia to show up."

…………

Chula Vista, Community Church.

Marie Lavin, wearing a snake-shaped gold earring, strode into the church, and Jim and Mason the Faun quickly bowed and saluted.

Mari Love sat on the bench and asked, "The deal failed?"

Jim took a step forward: "Our people clashed with the people of Jose's group. Five people in the tunnel escaped back, and the rest died. The tunnel was destroyed."

Ma Rui asked, "Money and goods?"

Jim's black face became even darker: "It's all lost."

"Who did it?" Ma Rui asked.

"I bought a senior police officer in Mexico." Jim was doing it yesterday: "According to the list and photo album we provided, there is one less person at the scene."

Ma Rui's eyes were icy: "Who?"

Jim bit the bullet and said, "Ronan."

Reverend Mason fetched a verbena that was ritually used on Ronan.

Ma Rui held the verbena, trembling all over, and after about half a minute, said: "He is still alive, in Mexico, I will find him and make him into a puppet!"

Jim replied, "Yes!"

Ma Rui took the verbena away: "Do your job well and make up for the shortfall!"

Jim could only bite the bullet and say, "I'll do it as soon as possible."

…………

It was getting darker and darker. The pickup truck was parked next to a small gas station. Ronan was sitting in the car, munching on hamburgers. There were cars coming from the south one after another. The workers of the Ugo corn processing plant got off work.

Someone stopped to refuel. The middle-aged woman at the gas station was working and asked, "Sans, I heard that you have raised your salary?"

Sanz, a fat, honest-looking guy: "Up $100 a week."

The middle-aged woman said: "It's not bad!"

The fat man laughed so that the fat on his face shook: "Praise Boss Garcia, he made my family live a good life."

Another person drove over in a broken Toyota and echoed: "Yes! Praise to Boss Garcia, without him, we would have lost our jobs long ago!"

The massive import of cheap agricultural products from the United States caused the farmers in Mensa Town to go bankrupt and live a difficult life. After the Garcia Group acquired the Ugo corn processing plant and changed it to a factory for other products, their life became easier.

The land can be leased or sold to the Garcia Group for planting, and they will then enter the Garcia Group to work as planters and get paid.

Those with flexible hands and heads can also enter the processing factory and get more lucrative rewards.

Those who work for the Garcia Group in Mensa Town have a relatively good life.

After eating the hamburger and drinking some mineral water, Ronan started the car and drove south. The factory is not in the town, but there is a distance.

After driving for about 10 minutes, I turned off the main road and turned onto a two-lane road. The lights in front were shining, and I could see a small factory at the end of the road.

Geyuan turned around the road around the factory.

Ronan took off his hat, put on a black hood, stopped and took out his binoculars to observe under the lights of the factory.

The factory is surrounded by a five-meter-high wall with an electric grid at the top of the wall. There is only one main entrance, and there is a guard room on the side of the gate, and people standing on the top are patrolling.

Several steel-structured factory buildings are neatly arranged, and a row of bungalows are built in the living area on the other side. Behind the bungalows is a three-story building with white walls and blue roofs.

It is not easy to sneak in, and the wall is not easy to climb, and there is an electric grid on it.

Is it a waste of time?

Time is precious, Ronan thought for a while, checked the firearms, took the AK out of the bag, and put it on the co-pilot.

Can only sneak in from the main entrance.

Start the car and drive towards the factory gate.

The gate was open, and a car started not far away, maybe the workers didn't leave cleanly.

Five or sixty meters away from the gate, someone shouted from the top of the guard room: "Who are you? Stop!"

Ronan shouted, "I forgot my wallet and house keys..."

While talking, he drove near the gate, turned the steering wheel, and the pickup truck lay about ten meters in front of the gate.

Chapter 13 Vulnerable

While the car was still turning, Ronan picked up the AK rifle. The gunman fired the first shot, and the head of the shooter on the top of the guard room exploded, falling off and hitting the concrete floor with a thud.

Other gunmen prepared to return fire.

Ronan moved much faster than them. The muzzle of the AK moved, and he called the traffickers one by one with short bursts.

Every bullet would not land in the empty space, and the torsos of the traffickers were shot one after another.

The rigorous training he has experienced and the vigilance of the predators always allow Ronan to find the prey faster and earlier.

The six gatekeepers fell to the ground.

Ronan lowered his body, opened the door, rolled out of the car, and hid behind the front wheel engine.

The bullets fired back by the gunman rattled the pickup truck.

A lot of rifle bullets, shot through two doors!

The AK in Ronan's hand rang again, and a gunman hiding behind the door fell to the ground and howled.

Another bullet exploded in his head!

The other gunman behind the guard room was terrified, dropped his gun and ran towards the factory building, shouting loudly as he ran.

Ronan showed no mercy to these traffickers, and shot them down with two bang bang shots!

The training he has experienced, combined with the veteran's precision shooting and the private's gun proficiency, has made Ronan's marksmanship a qualitative leap.

Spanish shouts came from inside the factory: "Who? Which gang?"

Seven or eight gunmen came out to check the situation.

Of course, Ronan would not let go of the prey that was sent to him. He emptied the magazine in one go, and six more people were shot and fell to the ground!

"Enemy attack! Come to support!" A gunman hiding behind the concrete pier wailed and howled: "The enemy's firepower is fierce, the firepower is fierce!"

The man peeked out a little.

boom--

Amidst the gunshots, there was a blood hole in the eye, and the back of the head was completely blown away.

Ronan entered the factory, and with the cover of buildings and trees, he headed towards the small white building.

"He's all alone!" A gunman with a big beard suddenly turned out of the bungalow, ready to shoot with a gun, and shouted, "Kill..."

Before he finished speaking, Ronan shot three times in a row, causing blood to fly behind him!

Someone showed up from the door of the room and wanted to check the situation. Ronan immediately caught the target and raised his hand twice. The man's head went straight to the side.

As long as it is within the front vision range, if someone pops up a little, Ronan can see it immediately.

Predator Alertness: Easier to spot prey and feel mortal threat.

Precise marksmanship and vigilance of predators are a perfect match!

Even if there is an omission outside the field of vision, Ronan can dodge it in advance.

These gunmen, who may belong to the elite gangs, are vulnerable to Ronan!

On the roof of the small building, a gunman lowered his body, came to the fence beside the building, picked up a sniper rifle, adjusted the scope slightly, and set up the gun.

Downstairs, the gunman in the black hood was sweeping the people in the bungalow, and he didn't even pay attention to his side.

Just one shot will kill this intruder!

The gunman relied on the parapet, the butt of the gun rested on his shoulder, and as soon as his eyes were in front of the sniper scope, he saw the target suddenly flashed to a blind spot. Before he could turn the gun, his neck seemed to be hit by a speeding car, driving his whole body Falling backward, accompanied by a crisp sound.

It seems like something is broken.

He wanted to raise his hand to cover the wound on his neck, but he couldn't.

After cleaning up the area of ​​the bungalow and harvesting the soul fragments, Ronan headed towards the small building. There were several luxury cars parked in front of the building. The other side seemed to be a garage. Inside the red garage door, there was the roar of a motor.

Ronan raised his vigilance and entered the small building.

In the corridor on the first floor, two bodyguards in black slammed on the door, but there was no response from inside, only the roar of the motor could be heard.

"Mr. Gonzalez!" The bodyguard dutifully slammed on the door and shouted, "It's dangerous now, we will protect you to leave!"

Another bodyguard swears!