I'm a spy in the film

Every person who held their breath and tried desperately to wipe their face with clothes sentenced the guy who scattered flour to death in their hearts, the cruelest kind.

But suddenly someone started coughing violently, followed by the second, third, and then everyone!

“Gilipollas, alguien tira pimientos en polvo (Asshole, someone threw chili powder)!”

Thanks to the chili culture of Ximoge, everyone quickly realized that the bastard had mixed something into the flour.

Puto!

Pendejo!

Everyone present wanted to curse loudly, but they could not utter a single syllable. At this moment, there was nothing they could do except cough as hard as they could.

No one noticed that when everyone was bent over and unable to open their eyes, a young man squeezed into the crowd, helped the old man up from the ground, quickly left the place, and took away a few pistols.

Twenty minutes later, one of the brothers who was keeping watch outside finally noticed that something was wrong. After being slapped a few times, he realized what had happened and hurriedly went to fetch water with his companions to clean up the boss and his gang members.

After an hour of noise and commotion, everyone felt a little better, but most of them still had red and swollen eyes, and their noses and throats were burning with pain.

Fortunately, Bourne just found a bag of ordinary chili peppers in a restaurant. If it was Chili X, haha, then many people would probably have to go to the hospital tonight.

But even so, the Martinez brothers, who had lost their elder, looked very unhappy.

"I'll find that girl and kill her!"

Victor Martinez, his hair dusty with flour, was furious.

His brother Hugo Martinez was in a much worse situation than him, because Hugo was the first to discover that Bourne was spreading flour, so he looked up to find Bourne's trace, but was splashed with two handfuls of chili powder all over his eyes, nose, mouth and face, and he almost suffocated, and has not recovered yet.

Not to mention that the Martinez gang was in chaos now, John was rescued from the crowd by Bourne, carried on his back, and quickly left here.

After abandoning a second car "borrowed" from the roadside, Bourne held a car that had been following them at gunpoint.

A woman got off the car with her hands raised. She looked like a local in her twenties or thirties.

Although he did not feel any threat from her, Bourne still opened the safety of his gun in front of her and asked:

"Who are you and why are you following us?"

"Carmen Delgado, an independent journalist, I know he wants to make trouble for Martinez, so I want to see if I can help?"

"How did you know we were going to cause trouble for the Martinez gang?" Bourne demanded.

The woman glanced at John, who was gasping for breath in the car. One of his eyes was swollen, and his only good eye was staring at this side.

"I was following Flaca tonight. He's a pimp who sells drugs and women. I saw your companion in the bar--" The woman nodded at John and continued:

"After watching Flaca and catching him, then-"

The woman didn't say anything else, but John knew what she meant.

Tonight, John first went to find his daughter's biological father, the domestic violence man who abandoned his wife and daughter, and found out the home address of his daughter's best friend.

It was this "best friend" who found out and told the daughter the news about her biological father, which led to a series of events that led to her daughter running away from home.

Sure enough, this "best friend" was not a good person. She was the one who sold her daughter to the Martinez gang, and in return all she got was the gold jewelry on her daughter's hands.

John coerced his "best friend" to take him to find Flaca, the bastard who drugged his daughter, and forced her to take him to find his daughter's hiding place.

However, he didn't expect that the "best friend" he let go would betray John again, so John was ambushed by the Martinez gang.

Fortunately, Bourne arrived in time, otherwise, the father would have been killed again just after his daughter was rescued.

"You need a place to heal and rest now. I can take you there! Believe me, I won't hurt you."

The woman still raised her hands and spoke in a very earnest tone.

"Believe her!"

John got out of the car with difficulty, holding his abdomen and slowly moving towards this side, "I'm fine. Those guys took my driver's license, and it won't take long for them to find the location of my farm. I must get rid of this troublemaker now!"

"I know their information!"

The female reporter was very excited: "It's been three years. Every time I see them, I think of my sister. She also didn't come back after class one night. Three months later, the police found her body by the river and told me that she overdosed on drugs!

I know it was the Martinez brothers and their gang, the police know it, everybody knows it, but…”

The female reporter's lips were trembling, her eyes were filled with tears, and she couldn't continue speaking.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but please tell me something useful. This is not only about our names, but also the safety of our families. We must eradicate all evil, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand!"

The female reporter wiped away her tears, took out a palm-sized notebook from her pocket, opened it under the car lights and showed it to Bourne and John, introducing:

"Victor Martinez likes to mingle with the upper class, so he stays in his mansion in the inner city at night; Hugo Martinez also has a house in the inner city, but he doesn't live there, but stores his collection of weapons."

"What weapons?" Bourne demanded.

"I don't know, but when they go out as a group, they always go to him to get weapons. They have pistols, rifles, but I can't tell the models."

John nodded and signaled the female reporter to continue.

"The main members of the Martinez Gang are the two brothers Victor and Hugo and their twenty-odd veterans, who are said to be their former subordinates in the Western Mexican army. They were able to seize this territory and occupy it for three years thanks to these subordinates, who are very strong. However, this group of people are not responsible for gang business on weekdays. They will only be dispatched when needed. The more than fifty subordinates on the periphery are responsible for the daily maintenance of the gang. There are too many more on the periphery, but they are definitely not loyal."

"Do you know where those old soldiers live?" John asked.

The female reporter shook her head. "I don't know. I can only guess that it's somewhere in the inner city, because every time something happens, Hugo Martinez will rush home from his site. When he goes there, the car is empty, but when he gets there, those people are already in the car."

"Very good, ma'am. We will take care of the rest. For your own safety, please do not tell anyone about our affairs and do not get involved in what happens tonight. Just remember to watch the news tomorrow morning!"

John said and turned to leave.

He did not ask for Bourne's opinion, nor did he regret involving Bourne, a young man he had only met a few times, in this matter. Now that his daughter Gabrielle had been rescued, he could destroy these scumbags without any scruples and eliminate all hidden dangers for his daughter's future safety.

John could only say sorry to Bourne for helping him.

However, in tonight's operation, he will do his best to protect the other party. If necessary, he would rather take the bullet for the other party!

If you are lucky enough to survive, we can talk about rewards later.

Even though he is old, an old dog still has three teeth. Besides, he is not an old dog, but a hungry wolf!