The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

In an open space, several Black people were sitting together drinking and playing cards.

Suddenly, several police cars with flashing red and blue lights appeared at the street corner ahead, slowly driving towards the open space.

In front of those police cars, two men were walking slowly.

The blinding lights of the police cars pierced the night, shattering the hustle and bustle of the place.

This neighborhood is the territory of a Black gang, and the police rarely come here. Usually, their patrols are just a formality on the main street on the side.

The sudden appearance of these police officers immediately put the group of black men on high alert.

They stood up cursing and swearing, each with an unfriendly look in their eyes, and reached into their clothes to pull out weapons.

Even more extreme, some ran out of the building behind them, carrying shotguns.

Mexico has implemented strict gun control since the enactment of its constitution in 1917. Only one state-run store in the capital, Mexico City, is permitted to legally sell civilian firearms.

But this law is practically ineffective in Tijuana, especially in gang-infested areas.

These guys actually pulled out guns in front of the police and showed obvious hostility.

This shows just how bad the social environment really is.

"Oh shit!"

Seeing this commotion, Sheriff Navarro's forehead began to sweat.

Although the men he brought were also fully armed, and as a rapid reaction team with a rather special nature, they had the best weaponry in the branch office, at least all of them were equipped with standard weapons.

But when it comes to fighting, having better equipment doesn't guarantee a win. The key is whether the person wielding the gun has enough courage, or rather, whether they are ruthless enough.

These gangs and drug cartels are arguably the most stern fathers of the Mexican police.

They receive practical training year-round, teaching them the true rules of survival.

Therefore, their positions are completely opposite. When the police see a drug dealer brandishing a weapon, they immediately become hesitant.

In contrast, Qi Yun, who was walking at the front, remained calm and composed, showing no sign of tension even when facing the dark muzzles of guns.

During the Donetsk campaign, the Russian and Ukrainian sides fought for three days straight to control a position outside the city.

The shells rained down on the enemy like they were free, turning over almost every inch of land several times.

Most recently, a howitzer shell exploded less than two meters above Qi Yun's head, nearly burying him alive in the bunker, and his ears were ringing for days.

His experiences on the battlefield had already forged him into a tough-hearted person.

"Fuck! Stand there!" A black man wearing a large gold chain pushed forward with a shotgun.

Qi Yun ignored him and continued walking.

He bet the other side wouldn't dare to fire.

It's not that I think these guys are afraid of the police, but rather that he had more than a dozen guns behind him.

Unless someone is a fool, no one would willingly engage in a fierce shooting duel for no reason.

Who can guarantee they'll escape unscathed?

Enraged by this disregard, the Black man swung his gun, cocking it and pulling the trigger, yelling, "I'll fucking make you stop right there!"

The response he received was from the figure behind Qi Yun.

Razor took two steps forward, quickly closing in on the old black man's side. Then, his right hand shot out with lightning speed, slapping the black man's wrist. At the same time, his left hand grabbed the shotgun barrel, lifted it up, and then pulled it down.

In an instant, the gun slipped from his hand.

"Ouch!" the black man screamed.

Before he could react, something thick and hard was stuffed into his open mouth, and his scream turned into a "woo-woo~" sound.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The black people nearby were shocked to see this and immediately pointed their guns at Razor and Qi Yun.

"Fuck! Let him go!"

"Damn cops! Do you guys want to die?!"

"..."

The situation is about to get out of control.

Standing next to a police car by the roadside, Navarro's heart was pounding in his throat, and his palms were sweating profusely.

He drew his sidearm and roared, "Everyone! Get ready!"

The officers under his command were also extremely nervous, using vehicles as cover and pulling the bolts of their guns, creating a cacophony of clicking sounds.

The two sides were on the verge of war; the slightest tremor of either side's finger could trigger a fierce firefight...

Razor remained unfazed, and the gun barrel pressed against the black man's mouth did not budge.

In situations like these, you must not back down. You must demonstrate your strength and be tough enough so that the other party will be wary.

If these guys sense even the slightest fear in you, the situation is bound to spiral out of control...

Qi Yun slowly took the cigarette out of his mouth, and the smoke slowly blew out of his nostrils.

"Tell the bishop that I have a business deal to discuss with him."

A brief silence.

All the black people's eyes were on him.

A Black man wearing a baseball cap stepped forward, gun still pointed at him, and said in an unfriendly tone, "Who are you? What business are you trying to do with us, you cops!"

Qi Yun glanced at the guy and handed him the black plastic bag: "Take a look first."

The black man frowned warily, glanced at Qi Yun, and then at the bag in his hand.

He paused for two seconds, then tilted his head and gestured to a young Black man next to him: "You go."

The young Black man cursed inwardly, but dared not disobey. He took two steps forward, carefully used the muzzle of his gun to pry open the black plastic bag, and his eyes widened instantly when he looked inside.

Then he turned to look at the guy in the baseball cap, made a strange "der~" sound with his tongue, and blinked.

The latter immediately understood, and a hint of surprise appeared in his gaze as he looked at Qi Yun.

"What do you mean?"

Qi Yun exhaled a puff of smoke: "I've already said, I'm here to discuss business. We have plenty of this kind of stock. Now go tell the bishop I want to talk to him."

The baseball cap stared at Qi Yun for a few seconds, then looked at his accomplice who was being controlled by Razor, and finally turned around, took out his phone to report.

"Boss, here's a cop. He says he has a big business deal to discuss with you... Yes, he brought some serious stuff..."

A few dozen seconds later, the man in the baseball cap turned around, shook his head at Qi Yun, and said, "Come with me, the bishop wants to see you."

Qi Yun threw the cigarette butt on the ground and then winked at the razor.

The latter pulled the gun out of the guy's mouth, pulled back the handguard to empty the chamber, then shoved the gun into the guy's arms, letting his hands hang naturally at his sides.

The man was so humiliated in public that he couldn't swallow his anger. His eyes turned red, and he gasped for breath as he raised his gun again.

"James!"

A baseball cap rang out, accompanied by his stern gaze.

The guy named James froze, his chest heaving violently, and a struggle expression on his face.

Finally, he glared at Razor and reluctantly put down his gun.

Razor ignored the other party and followed Qi Yun into an alley.

After about a hundred meters, the baseball cap led the two to the back door of a building.

He raised his hand and knocked on the iron gate. A small observation window opened on the gate, and a pair of eyes scanned the outside warily.

"The person the boss wants."

The iron gate clicked open, revealing a corridor inside.

At the end of the corridor was another door, where two burly, muscular black bodyguards stood.

"Hand over your weapons!"

One of them reached out and blocked the doorway, staring at Qi Yun and Razor with hostility.

Qi Yun readily pulled out his Glock 19 from his waist, and Razor silently handed over his pistol as well.

The bodyguards scanned them again with a metal detector to make sure they had no other weapons before stepping aside.

The door opened, and Qi Yun finally saw the man who dared to use the nickname "Bishop".