The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

If Tijuana is the most dangerous city in the world, then the North Side is synonymous with Tijuana.

This is a notorious crime district, rife with smuggling, brothels, and drug trafficking; murder and various forms of violent crime are the dominant themes here.

There is an unverified statistic that an average of 86 people die every day in Tijuana, and at least 80 of those deaths occur in the North District.

This shows just how dangerous this place is.

At this moment, in an unlicensed clinic in the northern district, Qi Yun is receiving treatment for his gunshot wound.

As for why he came to the North District, one reason was that it was close by, and his injuries were almost too much to bear.

Furthermore, because this area is the territory of the notorious Tijuana drug cartel, those two groups wouldn't dare to chase us here even if they had ten times the courage.

The man who treated his wounds was a burly fellow named "Butcher," who had previously served as a medic in the army and now made a living in an underground clinic after retiring.

He had a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth, and the tweezers in his hand were as rude as his nickname, causing Qi Yunqing pain.

"Dude, are you sure you don't want anesthesia?"

Qi Yun lay on the hard bed, stared at him, and shook her head: "I'm allergic to the medication, let's get straight to it."

Although I've dealt with people before, in a godforsaken place like Mexico, no one is trustworthy, at least not for now.

Therefore, he must stay alert to avoid being tricked into cutting his kidneys without realizing it.

However, this was only one reason. Another reason was that he saw something quite shocking...

Name: Juan Carlos López García (nickname "The Butcher");

Sin value: 60;

Crimes: He intentionally killed gang members who disrespected him on multiple occasions during surgeries.

Yes, there's a line of text floating above this guy called Butcher's head.

Qi Yun searched through his memories, but he couldn't be sure if the original owner had ever insulted anyone. After all, who could remember such a trivial matter as being a smart aleck?

So he's panicking terribly right now...

It was too late to change locations; if the wound wasn't treated soon, he would bleed to death. His physical strength had also reached its limit, and he could barely walk steadily.

What shocked him was not only the information that suddenly appeared above the butcher's head, but also the fact that, after blinking and shifting his gaze, a transparent panel appeared out of thin air.

[System: Everything Mall]

[Level: 1 (Automatically upgrades after accumulating a certain number of points; upgrading unlocks more features)]

Current Score: 240 (1 Sin Value = 1 Score)

Points? 240?

Was it because of killing those two drug dealers earlier?

Next, you'll see the items sold in the store.

Equipment Category:

Glock 19 - Exchange Price: 50 points

AK-47 - Exchange Price: 200 points

[RPG-7 Rocket Launcher - 500 Points]

Advanced military-grade items: (Currently unavailable for redemption)

Technology category: (Not available for redemption at the moment)

...

[Do you want to recruit the "Butcher" to your team? Current team size is 1/5.]

Note: Joining the team is voluntary, and team members can help you gain sin points.

Qi Yun stared intently at the panel in front of him, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He was processing this information, and to put it simply, it boils down to one sentence: team up to find those criminals, farm points, use those points to build up firepower, and then go and do it!

Grand Theft Auto, is it?

Is there anywhere in the world with more criminals than Mexico?

This is not hell, this is heaven!

No! I will eradicate evil! I will turn Mexico into paradise!

The Mexican people, suffering terribly, need me…

Whether you're Guzman or the Gulf Group, you all better submit to the law!

I'll do what the police and government forces can't do!

First, sweep away Mexico, then take Guatemala and Panama, then unify Latin America, and finally completely encircle the United States!

From that day forward, there could only be one voice in the Americas!

This thought burned like wildfire in Qi Yun's mind, and he was no longer flustered.

Coming to Mexico was definitely the right decision.

"clang!"

A crisp sound rang out, and the blood-stained bullet rolled twice in the tray.

Then, the gauze soaked in iodine was pressed hard on Qi Yun's shoulder, causing him to groan in pain and his forehead veins to bulge.

"Buddy, you're in luck." The butcher grinned, revealing teeth stained yellow from smoking. "You've bled so much and survived. You'd better pray to God more often."

The intense pain brought Qi Yun back to reality, and he quickly calmed down.

Let's not think about how to grow bigger and stronger right now; let's think about how to deal with the pursuit by those two gangs.

Mexican drug traffickers are notorious for being vengeful, especially since he had thrown their money in the street.

No, this is my own money.

"Bear with it, you need stitches." The butcher's voice rang out again.

The thick needle and thread pierced through the flesh, bringing a new round of excruciating pain.

Qi Yun gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his face.

He stared intently at the words "[Sin Value: 60]" above the butcher's head, his eyes bloodshot.

"Okay, you're the bravest yellow-skinned person I've ever met." The butcher cut the thread and wrapped the wound tightly with bandages. "Come back in a week to remove the stitches—if you're still alive."

Yes, the original owner was of Asian descent. Her parents came to Mexico more than 20 years ago through a human smuggling network. Their original destination was the United States, but they were tricked by a human smuggler and ended up staying in Mexico.

The original owner was born there and automatically acquired Mexican citizenship, but he had an Asian face.

Qi Yun propped himself up and sat up, looking as if he had just been pulled out of the water, his hair and clothes completely soaked with sweat.

"Since we're both real men, I've decided to give you a discount: $500."

The butcher took off his gloves, lit a piece of leaf, took a couple of sips, and then handed it to Qi Yun. "Want a couple of bites? This one's $20."

Qi Yun shook his head, looked at the cigarettes on the table next to him, and said weakly, "Give me a cigarette."

The butcher popped a Marlboro out of his crumpled cigarette box, handed it to him, and lit it for him.

Qi Yun took a deep breath, and the pungent smoke rushed into his lungs, suppressing some of the pain.

"You haven't told anyone you've seen me, have you?"

"Dude, you're insulting my professional ethics."

The butcher gave him a disapproving look. "Once you enter this room, you're my God. I won't do anything to betray God."

Qi Yun stared at the bright "Sin Value: 60" above the other person's head and smirked. You have professional ethics, you bastard.

"Butcher, would you consider becoming my informant? I'll pay you two thousand dollars a month," Qi Yun asked tentatively.

Two thousand dollars is quite a lot. You have to know that a police officer like Qi Yun only earns 8000 pesos a month, which is about 600 US dollars at the exchange rate at that time.

That is, Qi Yun only dared to report this number because he had just obtained a sum of money.

The Butcher is definitely not good at shooting people with a gun, but he has killed a lot of drug dealers with his scalpel, and those deaths could potentially be converted into his points.

Moreover, these illegal clinics are the most well-informed places, so it's quite good to be able to recruit the butcher into your team.

"Buddy, I can spend two thousand dollars with you for one night, but not as an informant. I'm not ready to live yet." The Butcher rejected Qi Yun's invitation without even thinking.

Ok.

Qi Yun didn't say anything more, but silently finished his cigarette.