The vendetta in Colombia intensified, and this time the Colombians were really driven crazy by Hou Rui's gang, so in just two days, they negotiated and reached a result, and decided to concentrate their forces and take advantage of the fact that the Mexicans had just been attacked by the Americans and their strength was weakened, to teach them a good lesson, and to regain the market share of narcotics that had been lost for many years. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Soon, as soon as Hou Rui's group left Colombia, a guy nicknamed Cactus quickly entered the United States, and more than 200 elite Colombian killers were smuggled into the country at the same time.

Such a large force entered Texas, and the Mexicans soon received the news, so the two sides concentrated their forces on three large-scale firefights, of course, with the assistance of the elves and the Jazz, the Colombians won the battle, and almost in a short period of time, the Mexicans' power in Texas was swept away.

It was rare to take advantage of the head-to-head encounter, and the Colombians were happy, but unfortunately they were happy and sad, and while the Mr. Cactus, who commanded the operation, was celebrating with great enthusiasm, a small bomb blew him up at a secret gathering of Colombians, and then he had to return to Colombia to recuperate.

After that, the Colombians sent two more commanders in succession, but they were both unfortunately lost to the Mexicans, the only difference being that they were buried in the Texas desert and neither returned to Colombia.

All of this, of course, was done by the elves, and she spent so much time to finally make the Colombians wake up, and on the premise of not wanting to lose high-level personnel, she had to hand over the leadership of the activities in the United States to the elves and their mercenaries, at least they were strong enough not to be easily killed by the Mexicans.

After gaining the trust and authorization of the Colombians, the elf, Hou Rui, ape, and pocket watch went straight to Washington, D.C., ready to carry out the most crucial step in the plan, to contact Agent Jay on behalf of the Colombian Narcotics Group.

After more than a month, when Hou Rui and the others sat in the car and saw Agent Jay again, the former American hero had fallen to the extreme!

More than a month ago, after the plan drafted by Agent Jay was sent, everything was still so calm, as if a pebble was thrown into the water without making any waves, whether it was the White House State Department or the FBI's top management, it seems that all decision-makers have collectively forgotten about it.

But others may not care, but Jay of course will not give up, even for the sake of his wife and children, Jay is desperately active, inquiring, using all the channels and relationships he can use, wanting to find out a little bit of news.

However, the more Agent Jay asked, the more desperate he became, first the old analyst who had been in a bar accidentally drowned, and then the deputy director of the F.B.I. who had helped him submit the plan was transferred out of Washington headquarters.

In addition, all the files of the "Bison" project have been sealed, even the operation team station on the U.S.-Mexico border has been abandoned, all the vehicle personnel have returned to their original units, and the assembly area has been turned into an ordinary wilderness again, and there are almost no traces of human activity.

That's how people are, once they lose all hope and motivation, then the rest of the rest naturally doesn't matter, so Jay quickly transforms into a down-and-out drunkard, and when Hou Rui and the others find him again, Jay is sitting on the crosswalk, mingling with a few homeless homeless people, sharing a bottle of liquor in a brown paper bag.

Covered in dirty clothes and with a scruffy face, Agent Jay doesn't care at all, just indulges in the illusory pleasure of alcohol, causing passers-by to take a detour.

"This person should be useless, right?" said the ape-man with some skepticism.

"Pocket watch, what do you say?" Hou Rui directly kicked the ball to the psychologist in the team.

"The way he is now, it's a good thing for us! How decadent he is proves how much he hates and helpless, and every trace of hatred can turn into anger on the heads of Mexicans, and helplessness will also make him try his best, and even break through all principles and bottom lines, of course, there is a prerequisite before this, that is, we must guide him well. She still looked confident, and her tone exuded a strong confidence.

"Alright then, let's go as planned. Seeing the expression of the pocket watch, Hou Rui was relieved, and when he finished speaking calmly, the elf and the ape-man got out of the car separately and quietly disappeared into the shadows of the street.

A few minutes later, while Jay and the two remaining homeless men were lying on the ground laughing unscrupulously, a couple of well-dressed Mexican boys turned the street far away, laughing and playing with each other in the blink of an eye, and walked up to Jay and the others.

Seeing that these Mexican boys were about to cross the side of the homeless man, and I don't know what to do, a guy with a hair full of dreadlocks accidentally glanced at Jay, and then the dreadlocks squatted down, grinned and took out a ziplock pocket from the pocket of his clothes, and said with his fingers the white powder inside:

"Hey guys, look at your very nasty appearance, do you want to have some? This is a high-purity product!"

"Hahaha, just this garbage, will they have any money on them?"

"Let's go, let's go, don't waste time with this garbage. ”

"Those white chicks on Seventh Street are still waiting for us to deliver them!"

"Money, money, these need money in exchange. ”

Seeing that he was squatting down with dreadlocks, his companions also stopped, turned back one by one, and surrounded a few homeless people, standing beside them, laughing and looking at the three lowly homeless people with contempt, and chattering sarcastically.

Looking at the arrogant demeanor of these guys, Jay, who was half-drunk and couldn't get up, suddenly felt very unhappy, so he struggled forward and spit a mouthful of thick phlegm directly on the chest of the pigtailed boy.

"Whoa, hell, what the hell are you doing? God, it's disgusting!" he finally couldn't laugh anymore, he looked down at his chest, and wanted to dispose of the dirt, but he couldn't touch it, so he could only yell and scream.

"Hey, hey, damn Mexican mongger. Jay, on the other hand, was very satisfied with his masterpiece, even though the other man's fist fell on his face in the next second, and the pigtails and his companions kicked the three homeless men around him.

A few minutes later, Jay, whose face was covered in blood, was dragged into a side alley by the Pigtails group, and as for Jay's two homeless companions, they had already disappeared, leaving Jay alone to face the angry Mexican boys.

"Damn caucasian garbage, look how I teach you, I'm going to knock all your teeth off. As he spoke, he kicked Jay on the back and immediately threw him to the ground of the alley in a dog-gnawing mud position.

Next, the boys stepped on Jay's limbs with their feet, and he stepped aside with the dreadlocks, found a wooden stick, first circled around Jay who was lying on the ground in a large shape, and then picked up the wooden stick and slashed it on Jay's right arm.

"Ah......h

"Yo Yo Yo, it hurts, don't you, don't worry, I'll take it easy, because I'm going to break all your hands and feet next, hehehe, if you faint now, it's not fun." The dreadlocks said unusually cruelly, but before he finished speaking, there was a sudden "poof" sound at the intersection of the alley.

When the dreadlocks looked curiously over there, they saw that their companion who was standing at the mouth of the alley had fallen to the ground, and a tall woman in a black leather jacket was holding a pistol, and her long legs were dexterously stepping over the corpse of her companion and walking straight towards her.

"The ...... Poof!" A guy in a top hat had just spoken, and the elf's bullet entered his eyebrows, and then the elf's muzzle moved rapidly, and with a few swings of his wrist, he killed the dreadlocks and his gang in the alley in a blink of an eye.

The last gasping pigtail was the most miserable, the elf first fired at his left and right shoulders, and the third shot pierced the pigtail's left eye, causing the blood and brains from the pigtails to fall on Jay's body and face.

The situation took a turn for the worse, and just as Jay's eyes widened and he looked nervously at the elf standing in front of him, the elf slowly put away his pistol, looked at Jay with an indifferent face and said, "Don't worry, I'm not here to deal with you." ”

"Who are you?" Jay asked as he struggled to get up, leaning his body against the wall of the alley, then holding on to the wound of his broken arm.

"Isn't it more important than who I am?" Standing among the corpses, there was no awkwardness or discomfort on the elf's face, as if she was well adapted to the occasion of blood and killing.

"You can see, you're good at killing, but I don't need it, I'm ......" Jay was originally habitually ready to say that I was a law enforcer, but as soon as he said this, he swallowed the second half of the sentence himself.