"We still have a way to go!" said Lin Kunkun, hoping to inspire the atmosphere of the team with his relaxed but confident tone, "Climb over this mountain bag, sneak a short distance to reach the national border, we can enter Mexico, as long as we get there, it will be safe." ”

"But we're running out of ammunition and supplies!" the rat was the most sane of the bunch.

"So it's not easy to walk, but it's one to live. When you arrive in Mexico, with the help of Jerson, you can smuggle back to China!" "Jerson is Mexico's largest arms supplier, and Lin Kunkun's relationship with him has also been established through repeated missions.

A small dilapidated street, with billboards on the left and right hanging crookedly on the low floors, shining red and green. Some of them were still unsteady on their feet, and it was obvious that the long-term erosion had caused one side of the bracket to break, as if it would fall down at any time, and there was still a little "squeak" of electricity in the crumbling down. On both sides of the path, there are some middle-aged women dressed in fancy clothes to attract passing customers, but the fly in the ointment is that these women are all black-skinned, and the thick foundation on their faces is like inferior cement paint plastering the walls, which may peel off at any time.

There is a bar in the depths of the street, the façade of the bar is very dilapidated, and the sign above the door beam is also in a half-dropped state. But even with such an environment and conditions, the interior is still bustling with activity. The loud music was deafening, and groups of black and white people writhed on the dance floor in the center, and even the clothes on their bodies flew out one by one as they jumped. The surroundings of the bar are also chaotic and terrible, some people are immersed in the white powder on the bar, some people are hugging in pairs, and no one is next to them to vent their most primitive desires, and even there are people of the same gender among these venting people.

Bypassing the bar of the bar, there is a long hidden passageway, which is very quiet in the passage and inside the bar outside. The passage leads to a secret chamber underground. At this time, there were several yellow-skinned people and one dark-skinned person in the chamber, sitting or standing.

"Dragon! Your business is now spreading crazy in the world! Without any support, you were able to kill three hundred berets and one hundred and twenty eagles, and then escaped with two companies of the M Army still dispatching "Apaches"! It seems that you are truly the king of special forces!" The black man said excitedly, dancing with his hands as he spoke, "Dragon! You are my forever friend!"

"Jerson, your friendship makes me feel extremely happy, and it is my honor to be able to get your sincere friendship! But you must first arrange for me to return to Huaxia as soon as possible, I want to take revenge!" Lin Kunyan spoke in a very gloomy voice, with endless blood and anger in his words. The light in the secret room was extremely dim, and Jeerson looked at Lin Kunyan in a position where the light could not shine, and shuddered, the murderous aura was too strong, even a person who licked blood from the knife could not bear it.

Listening to Lin Kunkun's words, the other people also had a bloodthirsty aura. The wooden handrails under the "Click" leopard were crushed to pieces.

"Let's go, Boss, we can all die, only you can't, you still have your sister-in-law and children......! Come, little cubs...... Hahaha...... Let me teach you a good lesson, uncle...... Hahaha" "Da Da Da ......" "Boss, let's go first, you have to avenge us...... Hahaha...... Come on...... All the fucking come...... Lao Tzu killed you...... Hahaha" Lin Kunyan's mind kept echoing with the cries of chameleons and tigers before they died.

"Ah...... Yes...... Li Wen, Chen Jiaming. Yes...... Hahaha...... Hu Jun...... I've skinned you!" Lin Kunqi's roar echoed through the small secret room. Rats, leopards, turtles, spiders, and bees stood up at the same time, exuding a strong aura, and the pervasive murderous aura seemed to tear everything in the secret room apart.

Jaelsen kept backing away, and finally collapsed in a reclining chair. It was terrifying, and the feeling that he could crush all enemies with momentum alone was something he had never encountered before. When they returned to China this time, it was hard to imagine what kind of inhuman treatment their enemies would endure.