The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

Antonio guessed that the checkpoint must have been prepared in advance, otherwise they wouldn't have blocked the car here.

So he waved his hand, telling his underlings to scatter in front, while he himself slyly stayed at the very back of the line.

More than twenty people bypassed the patrol car and approached the checkpoint with guns at their ready.

Qi Yun took a deep breath, placed his finger on the trigger, and patiently waited for the other party to approach.

Just as the crowd entered firing range, he shouted, "Fire!"

M249 rang.

"Da da da—!"

Gunshots rang out in the silent night, the bullets leaving a visible crimson trail, and the people at the front fell to the ground.

The patrol car was also hit by bullets, sparks flying and puffs of white smoke rising from it.

Qi Yun and Razor opened fire simultaneously, and MP5s and AKs swept across the area, knocking several more people to the ground.

"Fuck! Machine guns! They have machine guns!"

"Damn it! Run!"

The remaining people immediately erupted into chaos, screaming and running towards the open fields on both sides, while some hid behind the car.

The effect of Qi Yun and his men dispersing their firing lines in advance became apparent at this point.

Bull's machine gun fire was fierce, and under the frontal suppression, the enemy had no way to retaliate; Qi Yun and Razor were positioned to hit the enemies on both sides of the vehicle, and those guys were taken down by bullets flying from the side as soon as they tried to hide behind the vehicle.

Some people tried to run into the wilderness, but after taking only a couple of steps, they were swept away by the crimson lines.

Less than twenty seconds.

The gunfire stopped.

There were at least seventeen or eighteen people lying haphazardly on the road.

Qi Yun removed the magazine and replaced it.

The M249 ammunition belt was also empty, but fortunately all the ammunition I exchanged was ready-made, so I didn't need to manually load the belt anymore. The loading process only took ten seconds.

While Qi Yun and his team were reloading, the enemy finally found an opportunity to escape.

Yes, the other side had no intention of attacking anymore, and only regretted that their parents hadn't given them two more legs.

Half of them died in a single encounter. This mortality rate would cause even a regular army to collapse instantly, let alone a loose gang organization.

A few lucky survivors who managed to hide behind the cars scrambled to escape, crawling into the last two SUVs and frantically reversing.

Qi Yun changed the magazine, raised his MP5 and fired a burst, the bullets hitting the car and sending sparks flying.

However, it failed to hit the tire.

Just as the two vehicles were about to back out of the intersection, Bull's machine gun roared again, and bullets rained down, riddling the first vehicle with countless holes.

After the ammunition belt was emptied, the car plunged into a large field, billowing white smoke.

The second car didn't stop and continued to reverse wildly. Razor's AK burst shattered the windshield, but he couldn't stop it.

Bull didn't even change the ammunition belt; he picked up the RPG next to him, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

The rocket flew out, leaving a trail of flame.

Just as it was about to hit the car, the other party had reached the T-junction and made a sharp turn. The rocket grazed the front of the car and exploded in an open area a dozen meters away, sending flames soaring into the sky.

"Shit!" The Bulls were somewhat annoyed, and were about to reload and fire another shot.

But it was too late.

The car floored the accelerator and sped off, disappearing into the night.

As the attackers fled, the surroundings fell completely silent, and no more gunshots rang out.

The battle ended too quickly; several newcomers didn't even have a chance to fire a shot.

The enemy was suppressed by overwhelming firepower throughout the entire process and could hardly put up any decent counterattacks; they were all only concerned with escaping for their lives.

Two minutes passed, and still there was silence.

Qi Yun emerged from behind cover and called out, "Clean up the battlefield!"

Bull and Razor followed, each carrying a weapon.

The three advanced in a combat formation.

The road was already stained red with blood, and corpses were everywhere.

Martinelli and his men, also clutching their guns, cautiously emerged from the yard.

The newcomers were all pale-faced and staggering as they walked.

Experiencing such a thrilling scene on only the first day of work would make anyone tremble.

Fortunately, they all survived without serious injury.

Thank God... and the sheriff!

The happiest person was Hector.

He was now incredibly grateful for his wise choice during the day, and for the stomachache he had just experienced.

Even the crippled gang was driven away, and judging from the sheriff's words on the phone, it seems they have other allies, so the checkpoints shouldn't be so dangerous anymore.

"The sheriff just said I did a good job, so he should treat me better from now on, right?" Hector thought to himself...

Qi Yun and his two companions had already inspected the battlefield, and those who weren't completely dead were immediately finished off without further ado.

A total of 23 were eliminated. Apart from the vehicle that escaped earlier, a few escaped from the wild.

This battle earned him nearly three thousand points, and things got better again, allowing him to continue replenishing his firepower.

Qi Yun was in a good mood, so he took out his phone and dialed Malcolm's number again, but no one answered after waiting for a long time.

He guessed that the other party had probably already started taking action, so he put it aside for the time being and chose to report the matter to Director Carlos first, and also ask the other party to send someone to clean up the mess.

"Chief, nearly 30 people attacked the checkpoint just now, but we repelled them."

"How many people?" Carlos thought he had misheard.

"23 people were killed, and a few escaped." Qi Yun, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, leaned closer to the light Hector offered him. "The bodies are still there; we need the branch office to send someone over to assist with the disposal."

"Okay...okay, I understand. Are the casualties serious on your end? Should I call an ambulance for you?" Carlos's throat was a little dry.

He couldn't imagine how Qi Yun, along with those few hired police officers, managed to hold off an attack by 30 people and kill 23 of them.

This record is unprecedented in the entire La Mesa police department.

And he suddenly realized that whenever this guy called, it seemed to be asking him to send someone to collect the body.

Ever since he first met Qi Yun two days ago, this guy has been killing people.

The first time, the two teamed up to take down eight gang members.

The next afternoon, the guy called and said that someone attacked him and killed eight more people.

That night, I received a call saying that more than a dozen people had been killed in the warehouse.

I got another call tonight, saying they took out 23...

He was practically the Grim Reaper; he was either reaping drug dealers or on his way to reaping them...

"An ambulance is not needed; none of my men are injured."

Upon hearing this, Carlos clicked his tongue... Well, he'd gotten used to it.

"I'll bring people over myself right away!"

"Okay." Qi Yun took a drag of his cigarette and continued, "Director, I personally suggest that we arrange for some media to come to the scene to record the event, and then report it to the public at an appropriate time."

"Hmm... Qi, your suggestion is excellent. I'll bring the media with me," Carlos replied thoughtfully.

In general, the two share the same goal, which is why Carlos provides support to Qi Yun.

Through Qi Yun's actions, Carlos realized that his choice was correct and trusted the former more and more.

...

Meanwhile, on Fourth Avenue, an SUV was speeding north.

Inside the car, Antonio clutched his wounded arm, his face so grim it could drip water.

He simply couldn't believe that such a small checkpoint would have an M249!

They don't follow any rules at all.

Keep in mind that other checkpoints might not even be able to muster two shotguns...

"Ding ding ding~"

The phone rang at an inopportune moment.

Antonio, enduring the pain, took out his phone and held it to his ear.

"Say that again?!"

"Fuck! Fuck!"

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but his already ashen face turned completely ferocious...