The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

South of Fourth Avenue, Malcolm and almost all of his men are launching a frenzied attack on the Crippled Gang's territory, targeting warehouses, casinos, bars...

Gunshots could be heard everywhere in the streets and alleys.

Apart from the men Antonio brought to attack the checkpoint, the Crippled Gang still had more than half of their men remaining, making them roughly equal in number to the Black Panther Gang.

However, these people were all scattered in various strongholds and there was no time to gather them together in a short period of time.

Furthermore, without Antonio in charge, they were completely disorganized and utterly bewildered.

They didn't know how many people had come; all they knew was that there were gunshots everywhere, and the surrounding area was full of black men. They couldn't hold them off at all; some were killed, and others escaped in the chaos.

Malcolm stood at the entrance of a Crippled Gang warehouse, watching his men smash up all the cases of smuggled liquor inside, and others excitedly carrying out large sums of cash they found inside.

Their purpose in coming here was not to occupy these territories, but to inflict maximum damage on the Crippled Gang.

Kill their people, steal their money and goods, and smash their place.

Only by defeating the crippled gang and eliminating Antonio can they truly take over these territories.

Otherwise, before this, these territories would have been a burden to the Black Panther Gang, as they would have needed to divert manpower to defend against the Crippled Gang's counterattack.

"Hurry! Hurry up!" Malcolm commanded his men.

Just then, a leader rushed over to report: "Boss, the strip club called for backup. Several of our men are being held up!"

Malcolm frowned. "How many people?"

"Six." The underling swallowed hard. "At least thirty people suddenly appeared on the other side, and the whole street was blocked off."

Malcolm glanced at his watch; only ten minutes had passed. The Crippled Gang shouldn't have regrouped so quickly...

Six people, should we save them or not?

If he were to attempt a rescue, he would have to bring everyone with him, and he might get bogged down in the mess, potentially resulting in even more casualties.

After a two-second silence, he made a decisive decision.

"withdraw!"

The younger brother paused for a moment, but didn't dare say anything more, and immediately told everyone to retreat.

The six henchmen were abandoned just like that, and their fate was already sealed.

Back at the base, Malcolm looked at the spoils that the various groups had brought back, including more than 30 million pesos in cash alone; in addition, there were contraband such as leaves and flour.

Most importantly, they wrecked most of the Crippled Gang's territories and killed at least twenty of their men, making it a resounding victory!

Malcolm smiled, the gloom from before vanishing completely.

He took out his phone and dialed Qi Yun's number.

The call was connected.

"Hey buddy, I'm glad you're still alive."

On the other end of the phone, Qi Yun had just finished an interview with the reporter. He gestured to Carlos, who was still taking pictures, and walked over to reply, "Same to you. How's it going on your end?"

"Thirty million pesos, plus a shipment of goods."

Malcolm leaned back on the sofa, his voice brimming with undisguised smugness. "At least twenty of the Crippled Gang members are dead, and I've destroyed most of their territory. These losses will definitely keep him up at night."

"Hmm, not bad. I just killed more than twenty people here as well," Qi Yun replied calmly.

Upon hearing that Qi Yun's side had also killed more than twenty people, Malcolm was taken aback.

Before making that call, he wasn't even sure if Qi Yun was still alive.

After all, it's easy to see how dangerous it would be for anyone to be besiege a small checkpoint by thirty people.

How many people are there at your checkpoint?

"There should only be nine left by tomorrow," Qi Yun replied truthfully.

Malcolm didn't understand what Qi Yun meant, but the nine men fought off thirty and killed twenty-three.

When did the police develop this kind of combat capability?

You should know that even if we mobilized all our forces, we could only kill twenty members of the Crippled Gang.

He suddenly felt that he should perhaps reassess his collaboration with Qi Yun.

"Dude, your guys are absolutely amazing," Malcolm exclaimed sincerely.

Qi Yun didn't explain that there were actually only three people participating in the battle, because he was afraid of scaring the other side and didn't want to reveal all his cards.

Because today's allies may become tomorrow's enemies.

"The Crippled Gang suffered heavy losses this time. I will find an opportunity to wipe them out soon. Wait for my call."

"no problem!"

Malcolm thought for a moment and then said, "I will send you ten million pesos later. The joy of victory should be shared by everyone."

Ten million pesos is roughly equivalent to eight hundred thousand US dollars, which is a considerable sum.

Qi Yun was surprised that this guy had such a broad mind, so he naturally didn't refuse: "Alright, then thank you for your generosity, Bishop."

"That's only right, we're partners now!" Malcolm laughed heartily.

Before hanging up the phone, he told Qi Yun some news about the thirty extra people who had suddenly appeared in the Crippled Gang.

Qi Yun secretly kept this in mind, assuming it was the work of another small gang.

Back at the scene, the police from the precinct had already begun loading the bodies onto trucks and hauling them away. Carlos called Qi Yun over to talk to him.

The two reached a corner of the courtyard. Carlos stared at Qi Yun for a few moments, then asked with a strange expression, "Where did you get that machine gun?"

The bullet holes produced by the M249 light machine gun and ordinary rifles have obvious differences in distribution, density, and point of impact.

He was also a soldier, so he could get a general idea of ​​what was going on from the scene.

Upon hearing this guy inquire about his treasure, Qi Yun immediately became alert.

It wasn't that I was afraid of being investigated for something as trivial as him equipping himself with a machine gun without permission, but rather that I was afraid the other party would take notice.

This stuff is impossible to get on the black market, let alone by police units; only the military's special forces have been equipped with a small number of it.

"We seized them from the gang's warehouse last night." Qi Yun said calmly, reminding him, "Chief, we have an agreement that I have the right to dispose of all seized weapons."

Carlos, being an old fox, naturally sensed the wariness in Qi Yun's words. He patted Qi Yun on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I won't go back on my promise. I just want to confirm one thing."

"You have connections on the border, right?"

The other side of the border definitely refers to the United States.

Qi Yun understood; this old man thought he had connections in America.

This is indeed a plausible excuse for weapons that suddenly appear out of nowhere.

He blinked and asked, "Chief, you want it? But isn't the branch office short on funds...?"

He neither admitted nor denied it, but Carlos had already gotten the answer he wanted. He nodded slightly and didn't ask any more questions.

Just then, the phone rang.

Carlos took out his phone, glanced at the screen, and held it to his ear.

After listening to the report on the other end of the phone, he said, "I understand," and hung up.

Because Carlos' Nokia was very loud, Qi Yun could vaguely hear some of it from the side.

It seems that Harris just led his team to the Fourth Avenue gang's territory.