The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

"What the hell? They're all dead?" Qi Yun sat up abruptly from the bed.

Razor's voice came through the phone: "Yes, the fire department carried three bodies out of there, they didn't even spare the children."

Qi Yun's gaze was gloomy.

Who could have done it?

The answer is actually not hard to guess.

The crippled gang suffered a major setback on their own side, so they're definitely going to take their anger out on Francisco.

He did want to harm Francisco, that's true, but he shouldn't have let his family suffer. These bastards even harmed his children; they're really inhuman.

"Come back first."

Razor responded and hung up the phone.

...

The next few days were uneventful, and the renovation work at the checkpoint progressed steadily. Under the training of the bulls, the new recruits gradually began to take shape.

Even Hector volunteered to move into the dormitory from Qi Yun and join the training team.

It's clear this guy is truly terrified and wants to do everything in his power to show loyalty.

The news of the Francisco family being shot and burned to death in their apartment spread throughout the precinct, and was even reported on the morning news.

Nobody knows who did it; everyone thinks it's some drug cartel retaliating.

But Hector knew, in his clever little mind, that it was Razor's doing...

I just got Francisco's address from him, and then he was killed by drug dealers that night?

What a coincidence!

But he dared not ask, nor dared he speak.

They just tried even harder to impress others, wishing they could stay at the checkpoint 24/7.

Qi Yun tacitly approved of his actions.

Anyway, the other party's 90 points of sin value are not enough to warrant killing, and he even performed a meritorious service last time, so it's not impossible to spare him.

In addition, under Qi Yun's orders, Razor has been tracking Harris for the past few days, looking for an opportunity to get rid of him so that he won't collude with the Crippled Gang again.

But this old man is extremely cautious; he never goes out alone, always in at least two cars.

Razor stared at the target for five days, but couldn't find an opportunity to strike.

It's not that we can't deal with him by force, but Qi Yun wants to get rid of him quietly and make the crippled gang take the blame, so we need to find a suitable opportunity.

In fact, it wasn't just Harris who was cautious; Qi Yun himself was also very careful, and he almost never left the checkpoint unless absolutely necessary.

Because the bulls discovered someone was stalking them on the road opposite the checkpoint.

Although they were well disguised, with several cars taking turns coming at different times, the bull still managed to spot them.

"Boss, target detected."

Inside the guard post, Bull looked straight ahead and reported to Qi Yun via walkie-talkie.

Two days ago, Qi Yun provided the three with a set of communication equipment: a Motorola XTS 5000 walkie-talkie and an INVISIO X5 individual communication terminal, which is military grade and the same model used by Delta Force.

It includes a control unit, in-ear headphones, and a throat vibration microphone.

This microphone does not rely on air transmission; it is placed directly on the throat and senses the vibration of the vocal cords when speaking, enabling clear conversations even in extremely noisy environments.

One set costs 800 points, but it's definitely worth the money.

Qi Yun stood by the window of his second-floor office, looking out with binoculars.

On the other side of the street, a white van was parked, its interior tinted dark, obscuring the view inside.

"Razor, take some men and stop him!"

"Received!" came the reply through the earpiece.

The next second, several police cars simultaneously drove out from the alleys at both ends of the street, turned around, and sped straight toward the bread truck.

Seeing that things were not going well, the driver shifted into gear and prepared to flee.

But it was too late.

"Creak—!"

The sound of screeching brakes rang out, and four police cars immediately surrounded the van. More than a dozen people jumped out of the van, all of them holding handguns.

"get off!"

"Get off the bus immediately!"

Compared to the police warnings, Razor's approach was simpler: he went around to the driver's side, picked up his AK, and smashed the butt of the rifle against the car window, shattering the glass.

The driver was so frightened that he quickly raised his hands.

Razor stood at an angle to the side, and after confirming that there was only one person in the car and that he posed no threat, he yanked open the car door, grabbed the driver by the collar, threw him to the ground, and then groped around to retrieve the pistol.

"Boss, there's only one person."

"Bring the person back first."

Upon receiving the order, Razor lifted the still trembling driver from the ground, roughly shoved him into the car he had driven there, greeted the officers, and drove back to the checkpoint.

Qi Yun took out his phone and sent Navarro a message to thank him, then went downstairs to the courtyard.

One of the two bungalows on the right is empty, which is perfect for use as an interrogation room.

Razor drove the car into the yard, dragged the driver out of the back seat, and pulled him into the house.

The room was dimly lit, with only a single incandescent bulb overhead, which made the driver's face appear deathly pale.

He knelt obediently on the ground, his hands behind his head, stealing glances at Qi Yun and Razor.

Name: Vega Luna;

Sin value: 190;

Crimes: Involved in multiple murders...

Qi Yun walked in, pulled up a chair and sat down, staring at the driver for a few seconds without saying a word.

Razor stood behind him, holding a gun.

The atmosphere in the room was very oppressive.

"I don't have much patience. You only have one chance," Qi Yun finally spoke, his voice filled with pressure. "Who sent you?"

Upon hearing this, the driver didn't dare to breathe, and sweat began to pour from his forehead.

After waiting for two seconds and seeing that he did not answer, Razor next to him clicked the bolt of his gun.

The driver shuddered and almost fell to the ground.

These guys dare to kill, but that doesn't mean they're not afraid of death.

"Ha, Havel!" His voice trembled. "Havel sent me! Mad dog Havel!"

"There are three other people who will take turns monitoring you. If they see you leave the checkpoint, they'll find an opportunity to kill you..."

Havel?

Qi Yun frowned; he had never heard of this name before.

"Are you from the Crippled Gang?"

"No, not the Cripples Gang, we're from the Vanderbilt Gang."

Van der Bang, no wonder.

Qi Yun stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Has the Van der Gang recently had any conflicts with the Crippled Gang?"

Last time, he robbed the Crippled Gang's goods with Razor and Bull, and then had that Mule and Malcolm's men spread the word that it was the Vander Gang's doing. The Crippled Gang and the Vander Gang should have been fighting each other by now.

According to information from Malcolm and his informant Maria, the Crippled Gang seems to be quiet lately, with no activity.

Is Antonio a coward who doesn't dare to mess with Van der's gang?

Or is it because you were hurt so badly last time that you haven't recovered yet?

Upon hearing Qi Yun's question, the driver paused for a moment: "I...I haven't heard of it."

Qi Yun shook his head, stood up listlessly, and prepared to leave.

Razor slowly raised the muzzle of the gun.

The driver panicked upon seeing this; they hadn't even said they'd let him go yet!

"Wait, wait!" He crawled forward two steps on his knees. "I've told you everything! You promised to let me go!"

Qi Yun stopped and turned to look at him.

Did I agree?