The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

Tepec is a neighborhood where Tijuana's upper class lives.

This area is full of mansions and villas, and is home to powerful figures such as city councilors, mayors, and wealthy businessmen.

The streets here are clean and tidy, and luxury cars such as Volkswagen Phaetons and Audi A8s are parked on both sides of the road, creating a bustling and tranquil scene, a stark contrast to the slums.

At the entrance of a detached villa, Carlos got out of his Camry, paused by the pool for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and then walked into the house.

The interior of the villa appears quite ordinary at first glance, but the LV handbags carelessly scattered on the floor and the Bulgari jewelry packaging bags on the coffee table silently proclaim one thing: the owner of this house is not short of money.

On the living room sofa, a middle-aged woman, still charming, lay languidly, holding a wine glass in her left hand and a fashion magazine in her other.

Judging from the crow's feet around her eyes, this woman is probably in her forties, but her skin is exceptionally well-maintained and supple.

Hearing the noise, she merely glanced up before returning her gaze to the black model with eight-pack abs in the magazine.

"Why aren't you resting so late? Do you need me to run you a bath?" Carlos forced a smile.

The woman didn't even lift her eyelids; she simply slowly raised her long, slender right leg.

Carlos understood immediately, washed his hands, dried them with a towel, and then sat on the sofa to massage the woman's legs.

The woman gave a satisfied hum and continued flipping through her magazine.

Carlos seemed to be used to her attitude, his hands never stopping, his technique as skilled as a professional technician.

The living room was very quiet, with only the rustling sound of magazine pages turning.

After a while, seeing the woman put down the magazine, Carlos organized his thoughts and said, "I want to see Pedro tomorrow night. Why don't you come with me? You haven't been home in a long time."

"See my brother?"

"Hmm." Carlos nodded. "There have been some changes at the branch office recently, and I'd like to talk to him about it."

"What big deal could possibly happen in your tiny police station?" The woman's tone was laced with undisguised contempt. "He's at a crucial stage in his campaign for the next mayoral election. Unless it's something important, you'd better not bother him."

Carlos paused for a moment, but quickly resumed his actions: "Hehe, I won't cause him any trouble, I'm just going to sit for a while."

The woman stared at him for a few seconds.

"Carlos, do you think I don't know what's on your mind?" She tossed the magazine onto the coffee table. "Tell me, what exactly do you want?"

"It's really nothing, just reporting on the situation in the La Mesa district and paying a visit. It's been a long time since we last met." Carlos still forced a smile, but his tone was a little stiff.

If Qi Yun had seen this scene, he might have understood why Carlos was unwilling to touch Harris.

It's really...too hard for him...

The woman rolled her eyes, finished her glass of red wine in one gulp, and then said casually, "I'll call him tomorrow at noon and ask if he has time to see you in the evening."

Carlos breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks."

The woman didn't reply. She put the empty wine glass on the coffee table, stood up, and said, "I'm going to sleep."

She walked upstairs in her slippers, but stopped at the top of the stairs and looked back at Carlos.

"By the way, what happened to the police officer you assigned to drive me? He hasn't been here lately."

"Oh, he hasn't been to the police station in a long time. I don't know what happened. It's being treated as a missing person case," Carlos replied casually.

The woman raised an eyebrow slightly, then turned and went upstairs.

Carlos sat on the sofa, watching her figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, the smile vanishing from his face.

The living room fell silent.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and stared at the empty wine glass on the coffee table for a long time without moving, seemingly lost in thought.

...

Meanwhile, Qi Yun came out of the hospital and was preparing to return to the checkpoint with Razor and Bull.

Bull's gunshot wound has been treated. This guy's muscular body is indeed tough; the bullet only got stuck in his flesh and didn't hit the bone. It was removed and he just needed a few stitches.

As soon as the three of them got into the car, Qi Yun's phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and saw that it was Maria calling.

"Boss, I've found something out. A girl just told me that several members of the 'Crippled Gang' came to the club tonight, and they're all injured. They're on the second floor of the club and they're not letting outsiders up. It's very mysterious."

Maria said cautiously, "I don't know if this information will be helpful to you..."

Qi Yun's hand, which was reaching to fasten the seatbelt, froze in mid-air. "How many people?"

"She said seven or eight, but I don't know the exact number." Maria paused, then added, "It seems one of them had a broken leg and had to be carried up."

The cripple has a broken leg...

Qi Yun narrowed his eyes. "Damn it, Antonio, let's see where you can run this time!"

Where are you now?

"I called you secretly from outside the club."

"You stay at the intersection and keep watch. Don't go back. I'm coming right away!" Qi Yun instructed.

"Okay, okay!" Although she didn't know what Qi Yun was going to do, Maria agreed quickly.

Qi Yun hung up the phone and immediately told Razor to drive, "To that Nightfire Club from last time! Antonio is hiding there!"

Upon hearing this, Razor turned the car around and headed south.

"Boss, Bull is injured. Should we call in more men?"

The bull in the back row immediately leaned over, grumbling, "Don't spread rumors. Trying to steal the credit from the boss, huh? My injury is no problem at all! It won't affect my actions!"

Qi Yun shook his head: "That's enough, there are only six or seven of them."

Razor didn't say anything more and floored the accelerator.

...

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the intersection of the Nightfire Club. Qi Yun rolled down the window and waved to Maria, who was hiding around the corner.

Maria trotted over to report, "Sir, they're still inside; they haven't come out yet."

Qi Yun nodded, took out a wad of US dollars and handed it over: "Here's some money for you, go home now."

Maria stared at the stack of money, momentarily stunned.

"Sir, this...is too much." She couldn't earn this much money in two years.

"Take this." Qi Yun shoved the money into her hand. "Get out of here quickly."

Maria clutched the money, her lips moved, and her eyes became slightly moist.

"Thank you, sir." She bowed to Qi Yun, then turned and ran away, quickly disappearing at the end of the alley.

Qi Yun withdrew his gaze, while Chong Razor and Bull raised their chins.

"Go and deal with him!"

The three got out of the car and checked the weapons.

Razor removed the M4 magazine, glanced at it, and then slapped it back.

Bull held the gun in one hand and tried to move his left arm.

"Can it work?"

"Okay." The bull grinned.

Qi Yun spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth: "Then let's go."

Three men, three guns, strode toward the club entrance.