The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

A fierce boxing match is taking place in a warehouse at the southern end of Fourth Avenue.

The area below the ring was packed with an excited crowd, with shouts and curses filling the air.

This is the headquarters of the Crippled Gang, and also an underground underground boxing casino.

Antonio leaned against the second-floor railing, with a scantily clad woman on each side.

With a leaf dangling from his mouth, he watched the two boxers on the stage being torn apart, a cruel pleasure on his face.

"BOSS!" A henchman rushed over and whispered a few words in his ear.

Antonio's face visibly darkened upon hearing this.

He stared at the henchman, his tone icy: "Are you sure?"

"Yes...yes." The henchman swallowed hard. "We just got word from the warehouse that all our men are dead, and the goods...the goods are gone too."

Antonio shoved the woman next to him away, stopped smoking, threw the leaf to the ground, and started to walk downstairs.

Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

He took out his phone, glanced at it, stopped, turned around, and pushed open the door next to him.

"Hello!"

"Your mule just came to the police station to report a crime..."

Harris didn't waste any words and quickly relayed the information he had gathered.

"The Van der Bravo gang!" Antonio gritted his teeth. "I'll make those bastards pay in blood!"

He was absolutely furious.

Because the Limpy Gang has recently been stirring up trouble in the Lamesa area, the flour distributors in the area are very unhappy with their behavior and have refused to supply them.

In order to stabilize the market, Antonio had to temporarily purchase goods from other channels at higher prices.

That's why the transaction took place in the warehouse yesterday.

The end result was that not only did they fail to receive the goods, but all their trusted confidants who were sent there also died, and they lost a whole box of money.

Fortunately, the person who came to pick him up brought back the remaining four million yuan; otherwise, he would have really lost a fortune.

Antonio once sought an explanation from Van der's gang leader, but the gang leader completely ignored him and didn't even give him a second glance.

This already fueled his anger.

Upon hearing that it was Van der Werder who raided the warehouse and stole the goods, Antonio's rationality completely collapsed.

Even though the Crippled Gang is not as strong as the Van der Gang, he still wants revenge!

Otherwise, if other forces perceive him as weak and easily bullied, the territory of the Crippled Gang will soon be divided and devoured.

"Give me that mule!"

Harris could hear the anger in Antonio's tone. He hesitated for a moment before replying, "It's a small problem. I'll have someone send it to you in a bit."

"But have you considered the consequences of rashly starting a war with the Vanderbilt gang? That's the Florida district, and I can't offer you any help there."

"Your crippled gang may very well cease to exist."

"Furthermore... could this be a frame-up? Apart from that mule, there's no evidence to prove that Vanderbang did it."

He offered earnest advice, fearing that Antonio might make an impulsive decision.

It's not that I have a particularly close relationship with this guy, but rather it's purely from a self-interest perspective.

If the crippled gang is gone, he will have to find new partners, and the vacated area will fall into war again, and it will take a long time for things to stabilize.

All of these things will prevent him from making money.

Antonio took a deep breath, calming his emotions slightly.

"I'll investigate this thoroughly!" he said through gritted teeth. "Tell your men not to leak anything about that mule."

If the news hadn't spread, he could have secretly investigated the truth.

But once everyone knows that it was Van der's gang that stole his goods and killed his men.

Then he was completely put on the hot seat.

Regardless of whether this is the truth or not, he must take revenge on the Van der Gang.

If we don't fight back, everyone will think the Crippled Gang are cowards!

At that time, not only the Van der Gang, but even those street kids who want to climb the social ladder will want to try using him to make a name for themselves.

After ending the call, Antonio clenched his fists so tightly they cracked.

...

Meanwhile, inside the police station on First Avenue.

Harris walked out of his office and went straight to the interrogation room on the first floor, intending to have someone deliver the mule to the Lame Gang.

When they opened the door, they were shocked to find the interrogation room completely empty!

Harris frowned, then immediately took out his phone and dialed the number of the police officer who had previously alerted him.

"Jamar! Where is the person who reported this?"

"Team... Captain, he's in the director's office, and I'm here too," came the hesitant reply from the other end of the phone.

Upon hearing that the person was in the director's office, Harris paused for a moment, then frowned even more deeply.

Why did Carlos call people over?

This is not a good sign.

Without thinking twice, he immediately turned around and headed towards the stairs.

Upon arriving at the director's office, Harris knocked on the door and, without waiting for a response, pushed it open and entered.

In the office, Carlos was sitting behind his desk, holding a transcript in his hand.

The driver sat in the chair opposite him, head down, his body trembling slightly.

A police officer named Jamal and another man were standing nearby. When Harris came in, he gave an innocent look.

"Chief." Harris saluted, his gaze sweeping over the mule before settling on Carlos's face.

"What do you want?" Carlos looked up, his tone calm, not taking Harris's intrusion to heart.

"Chief, I have just heard about the report filed by the person who filed the report. I believe this case is serious in nature, involving large-scale illicit trafficking and murder. I should lead the task force to immediately launch an investigation, cordon off the scene, and investigate all clues."

Harrison paused, then glanced at the driver again. "As for the person who reported the incident, he is a key witness and should be protected immediately and placed in a safe house... me."

"Captain Harris," Carlos interrupted, putting down his notebook, "this case isn't your team's responsibility. I have other commitments. You can leave now."

Harris was stunned and froze on the spot.

For some reason, he felt that Carlos seemed different from usual today.

"Chief, these kinds of cases are usually handled by the action team. Why are you suddenly being asked to take charge personally?"

"Moreover, as the team leader, I have the responsibility and the ability to handle this case well..." Harris pretended to be puzzled, trying to persuade him again.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Carlos stared at him calmly, interrupting him once again without any mercy.

Although his voice remained calm, it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Harris couldn't understand why the bureau chief had suddenly become so tough.

Although he wasn't afraid of the other party, Carlos was still nominally the top leader, and he didn't want to break off relations. So he quickly softened his tone and replied, "Chief, that's not what I meant."

"I just feel that such an important case should be handled as soon as possible to avoid the loss of evidence at the scene or any other unexpected events."

"Thank you for reminding me, I understand. You can leave now." Carlos said this and didn't say anything more, then lowered his head to continue reading the transcript.

"Yes... Chief." Harris gave him a venomous look, then turned and left.

Saying another word would only bring shame upon myself.

Back in his office, Harris sent a message to Antonio, informing him of the situation.

Even after putting down my phone, the frustration in my heart had not dissipated.

He then picked up the landline and dialed the extension number of the policewoman downstairs: "Come to my office!"