The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

A brief silence fell over the carriage.

Carlos shifted his gaze from Qi Yun's face to the scenery outside the car window, and said leisurely, "I know you've done some things in the past, such as assisting smuggling, helping human smuggling gangs, and extorting money from underground casinos..."

He rattled off several charges, making Qi Yun somewhat embarrassed.

These aren't police officers, they're practically professional criminals.

"However..." Carlos sighed, then changed the subject, "As far as I know, you haven't directly harmed innocent civilians, so I can turn a blind eye to you."

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed across Qi Yun's face.

He had assumed that a righteous man like Carlos would be utterly contemptuous of his subordinates' misdeeds, but he never expected the other party to utter such words that were almost condoning.

But soon, he understood.

Perhaps this is not indulgence, but a forced compromise made in this distorted social environment.

Carlos knew he couldn't eradicate the corruption in the entire system; he could only do his best to uphold one bottom line—not to harm innocent civilians.

He had to make concessions on this bottom line in order to maintain basic stability in the situation.

Otherwise, no one in the police station would obey his orders, and the area would descend into even deeper chaos.

"I don't expect everyone under me to be clean, after all, this country is rotten to the core, but as long as you don't cross my bottom line, you are still my people, and I have an obligation to ensure your survival."

Carlos spoke very seriously.

Qi Yun listened very attentively.

This police chief rarely held meetings with his officers and didn't spout any high-sounding platitudes, so there's very little memory of him.

But after hearing what he just said, Qi Yun gained a completely new understanding of him.

Carlos may not be a good person in the traditional sense, but at least he has his own principles.

Qi Yun thought of Brian, who had died, and a thought struck him.

Should we tell him that his wife is having an affair with Brian?

"Creak—!"

The sudden screech of brakes pulled Qi Yun back to reality.

Turning around, I saw two modified Lincoln Navigators parked behind me, blocking the alleyway exit.

The car door opened, and eight or nine burly men got out one after another. These men all looked fierce and menacing, the kind you couldn't mess with at all.

Furthermore, the pistols on these guys' waists were blatantly exposed.

Qi Yun thought to himself, "This is bad."

He had a feeling that these people were after him!

Carlos also sensed that the person coming from behind was up to no good, so he immediately opened the armrest box and took out a Beretta 92FS pistol.

As he checked the magazines, he yelled at Qi Yun, "Damn it! I told you to come back right away! Now we're in trouble!"

Although he said that, he didn't intend to stay out of it at all, and proved his words with his actions.

"Get the gun! There's a gun under your seat!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun immediately bent down and reached under the driver's seat with his right hand. Sure enough, he touched a cold metal object. When he pulled it out, he found that it was a pump-action shotgun—a Remington 870!

This gun is also one of the important standard weapons of the Mexican police force, but the number of them is limited in the precincts, and each squad is only equipped with one.

The gun is a good gun, but he has an injury to his left shoulder and can't use it.

"Here you go!" Qi Yun handed over the gun and ammunition.

Carlos glanced at his shoulder and remembered this.

He tucked the Beretta into his belt, took the shotgun, and slid his left hand along the fore-end with a crisp "click," chambering a bullet.

I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that the other party was rapidly approaching, about ten meters away.

Carlos didn't waste any words, pushed open the car door, got out, picked up the shotgun, and started firing!

"Bang--!"

Sparks flew from the gun barrels, and deafening gunshots rang out in the alley!

The group of people were clearly unprepared for this sudden turn of events.

The bald, burly man at the front seemed to have been struck head-on by an invisible wall. A cloud of blood burst open in his chest, and he staggered backward and fell to the ground without uttering a sound. He was never to move again.

A wisp of smoke rose from the gun barrel.

Carlos remained expressionless, stroking the handguard again. The brass cartridge case fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the second buckshot was chambered.

The entire process was smooth and efficient, without any delays.

Qi Yun was stunned.

Is this old Deng really that brave?

Sylvester Stallone?

"Hey! Chief, would you like to join my team?!"

Qi Yun shouted something nonsensical, then pushed open the car door, slid out sideways, and moved swiftly.

Almost the instant the car door opened, he was already crouching on the side of the front of the car, using the engine compartment as cover, and accurately took down a guy who was trying to draw his gun with a Glock 19, one shot to the head!

[Points +120]

In the blink of an eye, two drug dealers were killed. They were stunned and scattered to find cover while firing back.

"Fuck! Kill them!"

The opposite side was in complete chaos, and a fat man wearing a gold chain was hiding behind a tin barrel, roaring.

Bullets flew in this direction, hitting the car with a series of crackling sounds, and the glass shattered instantly.

Carlos leaned against the back of the car, waited for the right moment, and fired another shot, shattering one of the guys' kneecaps.

The guy was rolling on the ground, clutching his leg and howling in pain.

Qi Yun then fired a follow-up shot to relieve his pain.

[Points +110]

That was close, I almost got robbed.

There are still five or six guns on the other side, so theoretically we should have the advantage.

But drug dealers are drug dealers after all. When they have the upper hand, they outnumber the enemy and howl fiercely.

If they were to encounter someone with extensive combat experience like Qi Yun, or a fierce old man like Carlos, the situation would be reversed.

Shotguns have a wide kill radius; one shot can cover an entire area. Although they didn't kill many directly, their suppressive power was immense. The drug dealers didn't dare to show their faces easily and instead fired randomly from behind cover.

Qi Yun was as slippery as an eel, each time he peeked out at a fraction of a second when the enemy's firepower was in a vacuum, and then fired two shots, followed by screams of agony.

With one magazine empty, Qi Yun took a new magazine from his pocket while taking the opportunity to observe.

After assessing the situation, he simply put away his gun and instead pulled out the RGD-5 offensive grenade.

He pulled out the pin and prepared to throw it forward.

This scene was witnessed by Carlos, who was crouching down to load ammunition, and his eye twitched in surprise.

Who would carry a grenade around for no reason?

Hand grenades are classified as military explosives in Mexico and are only issued to the federal army; police forces rarely use them.

This stuff is rarely seen in drug dealer shootouts.

But this guy actually carries hand grenades with him!

He really is a madman!

1 ... 2 ...

Qi Yuncai quickly detonated the device, then suddenly stood up and threw it out.

The grenade traced an arc in the air and exploded about one meter above the ground!

"Lie down!"

boom--!!