At night, the Mexican border city of New Laredo is full of lights and wine. Men and women on the streets and alleys drink alcohol and drugs without any scruples. From time to time, there are two people who are drunk and fight each other on the road. The passers-by on the side not only did not call the police, but cheered, as if all this was the norm, and all kinds of things outlined a complete city of sin.

"You should follow him."

Rambo glanced at the female reporter in the passenger seat, and he was curious why the female reporter followed him.

Paz Weijia said: "I have been to Kasan Street several times. It's just a lewd nest for the Skeleton Gang. Apart from a few thugs, there are not many Skeleton Gang people. On the contrary, Dallas Street should be the Skeleton Gang's nest. If no one takes you there, it's very likely that they will be discovered by their secret whistle in advance."

"You mean they have secret whistles?" Rambo frowned. It seemed that the Skeleton Gang's people were not that easy to solve.

"Most of the gangs here have secret whistles, maybe an old man in his sixties or seventies, or a child in his teens. I almost exposed my identity before because a white-haired old man in his seventies ordered me."

Paz Weijia was still a little scared when she thought of that experience. She had been in Mexico for more than a year and had truly seen the darkness of this city, or the country. Killing one or two foreigners was simply a slight idea of ​​a human trafficking organization like the Skeleton Gang.

If it were just because of this, Paz Weijia was not particularly afraid. After all, she has been a reporter for so many years and has reported many cases of gangster vendetta in the United States. But what made her really scared and desperate was this city, as if everyone had close ties with gangsters and drug dealers.

You can't be sure if an seemingly kind old man was a secret whistle placed by a gangster nearby; a innocent little boy with big eyes blinking may also be a small spy sent by drug dealers to inquire about the news.

Ordinary people in this city have been involved in too deeply with gangs and drug dealers. They either help gangs do things or their families join gangs? They have truly achieved the sin capital that only appears in the movies.

After listening to the female reporter's description of the city, Lambo felt nervous. He didn't expect that the people here would be so deeply involved with the gangsters? No wonder Gu Ren just asked him not to alert him? If it was necessary to wait for him to come, gather the strength of the two people to fight quickly.

"Arrival! Dallas Street is ahead? I've been here twice before, but I don't know that it's the Skeleton Gang's nest."

The female reporter pointed to the street in front of her? Lanbo looked up and saw more than a dozen houses built on the high slope. They looked very ordinary, with dense windows, lights and darkness? They looked like ordinary houses.

Park the car on the side of the road? Turn off the engine and turn off the lights to let the engine stop completely.

After a moment, Rambo turned around and glanced at David, who had lost too much blood in the back seat and had already fallen into a coma, and had no mercy towards this damn human trafficker. Rambo had no mercy. He just wanted to see if this guy died? If he died, he would not need to waste his energy to solve the problem? If he didn't die, he would have the result in advance.

Seeing David dying? Only one breath was left? Rambo pulled out a M1911 behind him and handed it to the female reporter. He asked, "Can you use this gun?"

"I haven't used it, but I've played with a pistol before." Paz Weijia shook her head. She is an American and naturally has the opportunity to get in touch with a pistol, but she plays with a small female pistol. This M1911 large-caliber 45 pistol has never been used.

"It's very simple. It's not very recoil, but it may be a bit difficult for you. If someone approaches the car, you just hold it with both hands and shoot it."

After introducing the correct way to use this pistol, Rambo said very seriously: "Someone approached the car, and you saw something was wrong, so you shot it directly? Understand?"

After taking the pistol, the female reporter took a deep breath and nodded, "I understand!"

"Waiting for me here, if you see that I haven't come down in twenty minutes, use this to contact my friends."

Then Rambo took out his cell phone and handed it to the other party. He picked up the black M16 from his feet, opened the magazine and magazine compartment and checked it. He took a few spare magazines, opened the car door, looked left and right, and confirmed that no one noticed him, and carefully touched the house on the hillside.

Soon, in just a blink of an eye, Rambo rushed up a steep slope and disappeared in front of the female reporter.

The dim street lights illuminate the streets of this not-so-spacious street, and several cars parked at the edge of the road.

The quiet streets and sealed cars were spreading.

The female reporter looked around with a little fear. There was no one on the road ahead, but her heart was still pounding wildly. She held the pistol tightly with both hands, and prepared to shoot directly once someone came.

At the same time, David in the back seat was still bleeding, his breathing became weaker and weaker, his confused eyes gradually lost their luster, and his body gradually became colder.

...

No. 721 Kassan Street, Holiday Inn, this is a two-story hotel with a small entrance. The doorstep is very small, very similar to some small hotels in green light districts. The dim lights make it look cheap and full of some special beauty. When veteran drivers see this kind of place, they immediately understand it.

There was a cashier on the right side of the door, where a dark-skinned Mexican in his thirties sat. He had some weird tattoos tattooed on his arm, and he was playing with his cell phone with a cigarette in his mouth.

At this time, a man in a suit stepped into the hotel, came to the cashier, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and handed it to the Mexican in front of him, and said with a smile: "Hi John, are there any new items today?"

John smiled and took the cigarette and sniffed the tobacco. "You're here just right, and a newcomer joined today, you're the first one."

"That's great, I like the first one!" A lewd smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth.

John lowered his head and looked at the account book, pointed to the upstairs and said, "Room 205, you are waiting on it, I'll ask someone to take her over."

"Then I'll go up and look forward to it." The man in the suit took the key excitedly and walked quickly towards the second floor.

"Sizi...Mark, bring the newcomer to room 205."

"Sizi... OK..."

John put away the walkie-talkie and threw the cigarette butt on the ground. After stomping out the cigarette that the man in suit just now had just lit it, took a deep breath, accompanied by the smoke, he said with satisfaction: "Good cigarette is good cigarette, it's so exciting to smoke."

Crack!

Suddenly, a sudden sound of a car brake suddenly came from the road outside the door.

John leaned out and saw a luxury sports car parked at the door. Then a man with an Asian face in his twenties opened the car door and walked down, step by step towards him.

Um?

Such people will come to play here?

John frowned slightly. He recognized the brand of sports car, which was Aston Martin. Judging from the style, it was a luxury car of at least one million dollars. How could such a person come from a small hotel to play in? Could it be that the rich man's personality is so weird?

As soon as he entered the door, Gu Ren looked at the man carelessly and said, "I heard that you have new products here."

"Sir, your news is very accurate." John raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, since he was really here to play, how should he slaughter a fierce knife?

“Where?”

"Someone just ordered her and I've sent her in, but if you want to play first, you have to add money."

"How long has it been!" Gu Ren's heart suddenly broke out. He wouldn't be one step later.

"Sizi... Mark, have people sent in?" John suddenly picked up the walkie-talkie and asked.

"Just sent in, what's wrong?"

"You go in first and let him stop, and a new customer has arrived here."

John held the intercom and said, looking up at the Asian man in front of him and smiled: "Sir, if you want to play first, 3,000 US dollars, just give me 3,000 US dollars, and the person will be delivered to your room. It is guaranteed to be fresh goods, just shipped from the United States."

“Which room is it?”

"The room? It's 205, if you want to go up directly."

Before John could continue speaking, he suddenly noticed that the man in front of him pulled out a pistol and pointed the muzzle straight at his head.

"You...what are you going to do! We are skeletons..."

John was panicked. Just as he was about to move out his backer, Gu Ren gently pulled the trigger of the pistol.

Bang!

A burst of smoke came out of the muzzle, and a black hole appeared in John's eyebrows.

After getting rid of this person, Gu Ren turned around and headed straight to Room 205 on the second floor.

At the same time, the gunshot alarmed the happy group of clients upstairs. They climbed down from the bed in horror and trembled in clothes.

At this moment, the skeleton thugs who were playing cards in the lounge on the first floor immediately changed their faces when they heard the gunshots in front of them, and quickly took out their weapons to go to support.

205!

205!

Gu Ren silently recited the door number in his heart, rushed to the second floor, and found Room 205 on the right side of the aisle.

At this time, the door was closed, and Gu Ren shot several times at the door handle. After breaking the door lock, he kicked the door open and rushed in.

After entering, a very young girl sat on the ground inside the house, and a man in a suit and a strong man with a tattoo standing beside the bed.

"Bang bang!"

After firing two shots, the bullet penetrated the tattooed strong man's forehead, and blood splashed everywhere, and the man in suit next to him looked at Gu Ren in horror, tremblingly took a step back, and accidentally tripped on the ground by the bed.

"Don't shoot, it has nothing to do with me, don't shoot!" The man in suit lay on the ground in fear and cried.

Gu Ren ignored him and walked directly to the girl sitting on the ground in front of him. In the other party's fearful gaze, Gu Ren turned her face over.

Not Cabrey!

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Chapter completed!