The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

Qi Yun stared at the familiar name on the screen, his pupils suddenly contracting.

"Razor, Francisco isn't dead?"

Razor, squatting nearby changing magazines, also looked astonished: "I witnessed three bodies being carried out..."

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

Without time to investigate further, a turning point appeared.

Qi Yun picked up the walkie-talkie and called Malcolm: "What's the situation on the south side?"

"We can't hold on much longer!" Malcolm's voice came through the walkie-talkie. "These guys are all crazy! Eight of my men are dead!"

"Guys! We can't keep fighting like this, we have to retreat..."

"Listen to me!" Qi Yun shouted, interrupting, "A car is coming from behind you right now, let him in!"

"What do you mean?!"

"You'll understand soon! Once the car passes, quickly back up!" Qi Yun didn't have time to explain further; he could only try to reassure the other person. "Hang in there! We'll win soon!"

...

On the south side of the street, in an alley not far from the battleground, Francisco downed a mouthful of vodka and started the car.

A few days earlier, after receiving a threatening phone call from Antonio, he immediately went to an underground bank to exchange for US dollars and instructed his family to pack their things and prepare to flee.

When he arrived home, he was too late; his brother, wife, and children had already perished in the fire.

The crippled gang has been looking for him these past few days, and he is making preparations to avenge his family.

When he arrived here tonight, he happened to hear Qi Yun's shout.

Although he also hated Qi Yun, if it weren't for Qi Yun's appearance, perhaps none of what happened later would have occurred.

But compared to Qi Yun, he wanted Antonio dead even more! That bastard killed his whole family!

Francisco stepped on the gas, and a modified pickup truck sped out of the alley.

The Black Panther Gang members were exchanging fire with the Crippled Gang when they suddenly saw a car rushing towards them from behind. Instinctively, they raised their guns.

"Get out of the way! Get the fuck out of the way! Let that car pass! Everyone back up!" Malcolm stopped him in time. Although he didn't know what Qi Yun was up to, he decided to persist a little longer.

After all, if they succeed tonight, the Black Panther Gang will be able to take over the entire Fourth Avenue.

The Black Panther gang members quickly dodged to both sides.

The pickup truck sped through the path they had cleared, heading straight for the group of lame men.

A hail of bullets came hurtling towards him, the windshield shattered instantly, and several plumes of blood mist erupted from Francisco's body at the same time.

But the pickup truck didn't stop, roaring as it charged toward the crippled gang's position.

The crippled gang was thrown into a brief panic.

Some people turned their guns on the pickup truck and opened fire, some people dodged to the sides, and some people were knocked away by the truck.

The pickup truck crashed into the warehouse entrance, knocking over three people, and painful screams came from under its wheels.

Through the empty windshield, you could see that blood was gushing from Francisco's nostrils and mouth, but he was smiling.

Perhaps at this moment he can no longer feel pain, only relief, and he wants to make these beasts pay with their lives.

Good evening, you bastards.

Francisco stared intently at the staggering figure in the warehouse, and with his last bit of strength, pressed the detonator wrapped around his hand.

"boom--!!!"

Flames shot into the sky.

The pickup truck, and Francisco inside it, were instantly reduced to countless fragments.

The explosion of 50 kilograms of TNT created a massive fireball, with shockwaves sweeping outwards.

Those henchmen who hadn't had time to dodge were torn to pieces without even letting out a scream.

Several cars parked nearby were overturned, their windows shattered, and their bodies dented and deformed.

The warehouse door was blown off, and the top and surrounding walls began to collapse; the people inside were thrown over by the blast wave, screaming and wailing, with blood and severed limbs everywhere.

This is Francisco's revenge...

On both sides of the street, the windows of all cars within a 40-meter radius were shattered, and sirens blared everywhere.

Several officers on Navarro's side collapsed to the ground, their faces pale.

The Black Panther gang members, crouching behind cover, were all stunned by the scene.

Malcolm peeked out from behind the car, stared at the crater, which was over two meters in diameter, and swallowed hard.

"Oh shit..."

On the north side of the street, Qi Yun also got up from the ground, his ears ringing.

He looked at the hellish scene ahead and clicked his tongue.

"This madman..." Razor stood up from the side and pulled the shard of glass that was stuck in his thigh.

Qi Yun took a deep breath, and without thinking, picked up the walkie-talkie and gave the order: "Everyone, move up! Quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out with his carbine in hand.

Razor and Bull followed on either side.

Although the newcomers still looked shaken, they thankfully didn't fall behind and followed behind, trembling.

The area outside the warehouse was a mess, with corpses lying scattered everywhere. Some of the survivors were crawling out, some were looking for guns, and some were lying there groaning.

Smoke and dust billowed.

Qi Yun rushed within twenty meters and opened fire with his gun.

"Da da da—!"

The three surviving Crocodile Gang members fell to the ground.

Razor followed up from the other side, firing in bursts and taking down two more.

Malcolm led his men to press in from the south.

Navarro's police officers also arrived.

The three groups fired a round of shots into the warehouse, silencing the gunfire completely.

"Cease fire!" Qi Yun shouted.

The gunfire gradually subsided and finally fell silent.

He changed to a new magazine, and headed into the warehouse with his razor and bull.

The scene inside was no better; corpses were everywhere, and the stench of blood mixed with gunpowder smoke made people want to vomit.

Malcolm entered from the other side, glanced around, and called out to Qi Yun, "Where's Antonio?"

Qi Yun remained silent and continued walking inside.

I searched all over but couldn't find Antonio.

He grabbed a guy leaning against the boxing ring: "Where's Antonio?"

The man was shot in the abdomen, blood was gushing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were unfocused, and he looked like he was about to die.

"They...they ran away..."

"Where did they run off to!" Qi Yun shouted sternly.

The henchman couldn't answer the question anymore; his head drooped, and he died.

"Damn it!" Qi Yun cursed and let go.

You don't die when you should, but you die quickly when you shouldn't.

"Everyone! Find Antonio! I'm going to shoot him myself!"

He had just promised Francisco that he would avenge the other man and make sure Antonio went to hell.

...

More than ten minutes later, ambulances and police officers from the branch office arrived one after another.

Of the men Navarro brought, two were seriously wounded, four were slightly wounded, and one was killed. Even Navarro himself was shot in the shoulder.

Eight members of the Black Panther gang died.

It's not that Qi Yun deliberately tricked him, but because you have more people and stronger firepower, the other side will naturally mobilize a similar number of people to defend. In close-range firefights, casualties are inevitable.

Qi Yun and Razor sustained minor injuries, while Bull, in an attempt to exert pressure, was also shot in the arm.

The newbies were slightly shaken...

From then on, the Crippled Gang and the Crocodile Gang were almost completely wiped out, and both gangs were removed from Chief Qi's jurisdiction.