California, USA, the sun is shining.

Three black, half-worn off-road vehicles sped down the California road, kicking up a cloud of smoke and dust, leaving behind a faint melody.

A street sign shows the U.S.-Mexico border ahead.

The sun shone into the car from the front, and it was a bit dazzling.

"Brother Ping, it's almost there!" the driver spoke, reaching out to turn down the volume of the radio.

"Fusheng, wake up!" Jiang Ping, who was in the back seat, opened his eyes and woke up his companion who was sleeping in a daze on the side.

"Don't sleep, rub your face off, look at you like a Taoist ghost!" Jiang Ping reprimanded angrily.

"I didn't sleep last night!"

The man named Fusheng opened his eyes, yawned, rubbed his eyes, looked out the window, and muttered a few words.

Last night, I drank and played cards until midnight, and I was called to the hall after only two hours of collapse, and it is normal to have no energy.

They departed from Los Angeles for Tijuana at six o'clock in the morning.

Head south along the California Highway past San Diego, with the border in front of you and Tijuana, Mexico.

The road at the customs clearance port is divided into two lanes, and the road on the opposite side is somewhat blocked, and oversized trucks drive by, making a loud noise.

The black car absorbs heat, and the body of the car is already very hot at this time, but the three cars did not close the windows to turn on the air conditioning, and the wind blew through such a large window.

"Brother Ping, we really don't know what to do?" Fu Sheng fiddled with the camera next to him and took a short shot outside, "Still with this ......"

"I don't know!"

Jiang Ping frowned slightly, looked at his watch, half past eight, and looked ahead, it is estimated that it will take half an hour to pass the customs.

Because there is still an inspection, the inspection in the United States is a little looser, presumably to see if there are any firearms or smuggled goods.

The car was driving very slowly, and someone in front of the car got out and was searched, looking like Asian, maybe Chinese.

Jiang Ping squinted and didn't speak.

The weather in California is still hot in mid-September, and the sun is already hot in the car at this time.

Without the wind of the car, it didn't take long for everyone inside to sweat on their faces.

There are two more cars to their own.

Jiang Ping spoke: "Drink the water before passing the customs!"

"Hmm!"

The three of them picked up the bottle and filled themselves with half a bottle first, and the sweat disappeared after a while in the hot weather.

But if you bring a full bottle of drink, you may also be poured out by the inspector at the gate, perhaps because there is some kind of medicine dissolved in it.

There was only one car left, a white man driving in front of it, and it went by quickly, and here in Southern California, racism is everywhere.

Fusheng poured himself half another saliva, looked at what was left, put it on the side, and snorted heavily out the window.

"Fortunately, it came early, if it was noon, it would be fatal!" Jiang Ping lit a cigarette, leaned against the car window, and looked around, he came here often and never liked it.

San Diego is a good place, the scenery is good, several places are American military bases, but unfortunately it is a bit chaotic because of Mexico.

He was ordered to go to Tijuana this time, and the task was also to make him scratch his head, only knowing that it was a top event involving the Chinese, and there must be no mistake.

The car slowly drove to the front of the border customs, which suddenly opened up, and there were six checkpoint lanes, and the border police looked at the three cars and the people inside, and waved to go to the very edge.

The water has been drunk, it has been checked before the car came, nothing but oil, Jiang Ping got out of the car and accepted a search, anyway, he didn't bring anything, it was very clean!

Clean?

The American border guards were expressionless, and their eyes were blazing looking at these powerful Asians, with horizontal faces, murderous eyes, scars on their skin, and thick calluses on the back of their fingers.

At a glance, it was determined that these nine people were Chinese gangsters......

Looking at the passports, they were all facing each other, and their eyes were full of expressions of "I know what you are going to do".

A few years ago, Mexico's economy collapsed, a large number of Mexicans went north to the United States to work, the problem of illegal immigration is very serious, and in the whole of California, Mexican gang activities are also very rampant, and there are constant private fights with Chinese gangs,......

But in fact, the biggest problem is the transportation of drugs, and now the US officials have figured out the general situation, and the logistics of those leaf extracts from Colombia have now been contracted by a cartel called the "Guadalajara Cartel".

Colombia and Mexican traffickers have reached an agreement that Colombians will supply the goods, and the Mexicans will provide logistics services, and the goods will be shipped to North America for "dismantling" and then shipping the gross profits back to Colombia.

In this agreement, the Mexican underworld is the weaker side. Because in this industrial chain, freight is the most risky and therefore the most costly link.

The logistics of transporting drugs has insurance attributes by default, and any batch of confiscated goods must be compensated by the "mule" that transports the goods to the supplier according to the price.

But Mexican traffickers have more to gain from this trade than short-term profits.

Out of interest considerations, at the behest of the Mexican government, in 1982, the big brothers in western and northern Mexico followed the example of Colombia and formed the first cartel in the history of drug trafficking in Mexico, the "Guadalajara Cartel", and then last year, the big brothers in eastern Mexico formed the "Bay Area Cartel". These groups are so brutal that they killed an agent of the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration this year, and the two countries closed their borders because of the violent friction over the incident.

Jiang Ping was silent, stood aside, let the two wolf dogs sniff along the car, and then turned around at their feet and left.

The two cartels bring thousands of tons of drugs from Mexico into the United States every year, by air, tunnels, and cars.

"Is it to go to the fire or to transport poison?" asked a man who looked like a small commander casually.

"Just going for a tourist. Jiang Ping insisted on his statement, and he knew very well what to say after crossing the border many times, not to say that he was going to buy things, not to visit relatives, or even to talk about business.

"What is this?" said a border guard pulling out a camera from his car.

"Camera. Jiang Ping replied.

"What for?"

"Take pictures of the landscape. ”

"Photographing landscapes?"

"yes, we're traveling over there......"

Jiang Ping looked around impatiently, a little worried in his heart, the car was definitely not stolen, but it would be a trouble if someone had hidden something bad on it.

Luckily, it didn't happen, but it was a waste of time, and the car was inspected once on the American side, and had to be checked again when it got there.

"Write down the license plates, write down all the time of departure!" said the little chief, "and if there is any case in the future, at least know who to suspect." ”

It would be a good thing if the Chinese Gang could catch fire and get rid of some other gangsters in the past.

Bang Bang Bang!

Stamped and released.

After a few tens of meters of passage, it is already in Mexico.

The Mexican military police waved their hands and signaled them to stop in the inspection area.

"Fuck like this every time!" Fusheng cursed in a low voice.

Jiang Ping stopped with a look and raised his hand to look at his watch.

"What is this?"

The inspectors at the Mexican border guard looked at the Chinese suspiciously, and there was nothing strange in the car, and the camera was just the scenes on the road that were filmed along the way.

No guns, no knives, it's these men.

But who says you aren't a criminal if you don't find something?

"Are you big circles?" asked one of the people in charge suddenly.

Jiang Ping shook his head, pretending not to understand what he was saying, and replied in English only: "We are tourists!"

"Liar!" the person in charge looked at him with a sneer, "I can smell the gunpowder on you!"

Jiang Ping frowned and looked at his watch: "Sir, we are really going to play, take some scenery on the road as a souvenir." ”

"In such a hurry, when you get to the location, you can directly copy the guy and kill people and then run away?" the person in charge sneered.

"Sir, you're thinking too much! It's not what you think!" Jiang Ping glanced at him, and one of his subordinates took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it over, with a few twenty-dollar bills under it.

"Be honest in the past!" the person in charge expertly put the money into his pocket.

After a longer inspection time than anyone else, it was finally released.

Looking at the cars in the distance, the little leader at the border station picked up the phone and directly connected to the Tijuana police station: "There are three cars, nine Chinese have just passed, no weapons have been found, I suspect it is a big circle, well, you warn me." I'll give you the car number, as well as their ID number......"

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