"The time has come, Mr. Wang, it's time to mourn. "A person said to Wang Yong.

Wang Yong glanced at the sun, the sun sets relatively early this season. Before five o'clock, there were already faint signs of darkness.

According to the Chinese funeral custom, it is to be buried before the sun sets.

"Then let's mourn. Wang Yong nodded.

With a long shout, suona, sheng and other musical instrument teams walked in front, Wang Yong held the portrait of Chen Zhixing, and the four people behind carried the coffin and walked towards a cemetery in Durango.

Herrera and the other drug lords hesitated for a moment and hurried to follow.

"Get out of the way, I'll come. ”

"I'll come. ”

"Give it to me, give it to me!"

The four drug lords who came to the funeral first were happy at the moment, and they could be called the four most fortunate people. From the beginning, except for a few of his subordinates who were beaten by fat, there was basically no suffering.

Everything is just because they are clever enough, Wang Yong let them stand, and Wang Yong let them kneel.

And now the opportunity has come again - to carry the coffin!

The four people domineeringly squeezed out the person who carried the coffin, and one person carried a corner and followed behind with a serious face.

When the surrounding people saw this scene, they were all stunned and speechless.

These four guys are a bit excessive, right? Even if they can't beat Wang Yong, they don't need to be so flattering, right? If it gets out, what will outsiders think of the Mexican drug lords?

It's a disgrace to the Mexican drug lords!

Herrera and the others also had gloomy faces, looking at these four shameless guys with disgust.

I made up my mind that I would not associate with these four people in the future.

It's just that as the funeral procession lengthened, many drug lords with disgusted looks on their faces unknowingly came to the coffin.

"Hey, get out of the way, I'll give it a hand. ”

"Are you tired? I'll carry you for a while, right?"

In the blink of an eye, a group of drug lords argued over who would carry the coffin.

If they didn't dare to make noise at the funeral, they would have fought a long time ago.

In the end, a group of drug lords reached an agreement: the first four people carried the coffin, and the others changed to support the coffin. One person can put one hand on the side of the coffin.

As a result, the onlookers saw a group of arrogant and domineering drug lords, holding Chen Zhixing's coffin like a filial son and grandson at this moment, and slowly moving forward.

How spectacular and spectacular that scene was.

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

A photographer took the courage to walk to the front of the line and clicked the shutter to capture the scene.

"Shame on you!" Molina snorted coldly and said to Herrera beside herrera.

Herrera smiled: "I've done the most embarrassing things, what's the difference in doing another one? After all, Wang Yong's performance is like a god descending from heaven, which makes people unable to resist at all. ”

Molina didn't seem to expect Herrera to say this, she sighed regretfully, and said, "Are you really willing to do this?"

Herrera glanced at Molina and smiled: "If you are unwilling, I will support you on a spiritual level!"

Molina turned her head in hatred and scolded, "Old fox!"

Then Mo Lina looked up at Wang Yong, who was walking in front: "Such a man, I am really unwilling!"

"Even if you fill dozens of catties of silicone, such a man has nothing to do with you. Don't be delusional, take care of the present!" Herrera said quietly, and quickly stepped forward to squeeze into the crowd supporting the coffin, stretching out his arm and placing his left hand on the coffin.

When people saw that even Herrera joined the ranks of supporting the coffin, they couldn't help but burst into surprise.

Many people firmly believe that Herrera is simply enduring humiliation, waiting for a chance to get revenge.

Unexpectedly, Herrera, like other drug lords, betrayed his last shred of dignity!

"It's too mysterious, it's really too mysterious. I'm already starting to wonder if these people are real drug lords, they can't be the actors Wang Yong found, right?" Durango's sheriff touched his head and sighed dumbfounded.

"I don't know if they're actors or not, I just know that those bloody corpses are real. Looks like Mexico really has a stubble!" sighed the government official.

When I arrived at the cemetery, the grave had already been dug.

The coffin is buried, the soil is sealed, and the monument is erected.

A series of procedures were done in turn, and Wang Yong was as meticulous as he treated his own grandfather.

"Old Chen, go all the way. I said I would give you an explanation, but now that your murderer is dead, I have all 'invited' all the drug lords in Quanmo to see you off. You can hit the road with peace of mind. In addition, I will definitely not let down the plaque that you have protected with your life. From tomorrow, the Huaxia Academy will be opened all over Mexico, the Americas, and even the world!" Wang Yong sprinkled a glass of thin wine in front of the tomb and whispered.

Boom, the yellow paper ignited, and a large blue flame jumped up, scorching the paper sprinkled with wine.

One after another, wreaths, paper money, and paper figures were placed in front of the grave and burned to ashes.

It burned very cleanly without any residue. This in Chinese custom means that the deceased is very satisfied and takes everything with him.

The sun was setting in the distance, the twilight was deepening, and there were already a few large stars in the sky.

Wang Yong stood up, glanced at everyone in the cemetery, and said: "There is an ancient saying in China called 'People respect me for a foot, and I respect people for a foot'. I know that I am not a single person who can change the whole environment of Mexico. That's why I don't have the idea of being a savior hero and killing all of you. ”

Hearing Wang Yong's words, all the drug lords who had been worried were secretly relieved.

Wang Yong is really going to launch a rush, I'm afraid that all these people will die in the cemetery today to bury Chen Zhixing.

"Still. Wang Yong's words changed. "There is also a saying in Huaxia that is called 'If someone offends me by an inch, I will return to someone by an inch'! I have no idea about you, and that does not mean that I will let down my vigilance against you. Tomorrow, I will officially rebuild the Huaxia Academy on top of the ruins, and the Huaxia Academy will expand to the whole of Mexico! If another school is destroyed by your hands, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Before Wang Yong's words fell, he saw a green light suddenly fly out, like a laser arrow swishing towards a group of drug lords.

The green mang moved extremely fast, and before the drug lords could see what the green mang was, the green light had already flown back to Wang Yong's side and disappeared.

Moments later, all the drug lords were shocked to find a strand of hair falling to the ground.

When you touch your hair, it's on your head!

"What?" the drug lords looked at each other.

If Wang Yong's target is not their hair, but their lives. They all died in the cemetery!

There is no need to use any firearms, no need to use any fists, just a light, a light that no one can see, and these people will die.

Tick-tock, the cold sweat on the faces of the drug lords immediately flowed.

Molina, who still had thoughts in her heart before, couldn't help but be afraid for a while. If she had chosen to do it just now, I'm afraid she would have been cold.

That weird green glow is really terrifying!

Herrera's eyes looked like she had expected this, and she glanced at Molina, her eyes full of sarcasm.

"Why don't you leave and wait to stay for dinner?" Wang Yong said lightly.

The drug lords woke up like a dream, so they said goodbye to Wang Yong in a panic and turned to leave.

After all the drug lords left, Julian and Hale emerged from the depths of the cemetery.

"Today you are beautiful, but we are tired. Julian complained to Hall.

The drug lords who were decapitated by the raid were made by Julian and Hall.

As Herrera analyzed before, the beheaded people did not have a good relationship with the CIA, and the CIA had long wanted to find an opportunity to kill them.

"No matter how tired I am, you owe me. Wang Yong said.

"Ahem, we are also comrades-in-arms who have experienced life and death together, can we not use this owe word?"

"Good. Then change it to you who are short of me, less of me, who should be me, and who lack me...... Which one do you prefer?"

Julian and Hale immediately cleverly chose to shut up. They shouldn't have discussed word usage with a scholar.

"Are you really going to rebuild the academy tomorrow?" Hale changed the subject.

Wang Yong nodded: "Of course." After the school is completed, you will have to take care of it more to prevent people from having bad intentions. This is what we agreed to before. ”

"Rest assured, even if there is no agreement, we will do our best. You don't see us as friends, but we do see you as friends. Julian said earnestly to Hall.

In the battle of Juarez, Wang Yong rescued the two several times. These two people have always been grateful to Wang Yong.

Wang Yong smiled: "My standard for making friends is not so high. As long as you're a good person, that's enough. ”

Hall and Julian smiled bitterly: "This standard is not high? Let's work hard! By the way, tomorrow at the rebuilding ceremony of the school, what style of clothes will we wear better? Suits, windbreakers, combat uniforms, or the tunics that you Chinese people like?"

Wang Yong looked at the two of them and said sympathetically: "I'm afraid everything you wear is the same." ”

"Hey, you're going a little too far......"

The three of them laughed and were slowly annihilated by the night. At the moment, they seem to have a bit of a friend.

That night, despite the fear of retribution from drug lords such as Herrera, many media outlets did not dare to report what happened during the day.

But that doesn't stop the news from spreading outside of Mexico.

In particular, a picture of more than a dozen drug lords carrying the coffin of an old Chinese man has spread all over the world.

Along with this photo, there are various versions of the interpretation story. Although the plot of the version is different, there is one thing that is absolutely consistent, that is, the protagonist of the story is a Chinese.

Wang Yong.

And the most widely circulated version is: Wang Yong brazenly shot for an old Chinese man who unjustly died under the gun of a drug dealer, killed several drug lords in a row, and personally went to the door to arrest all the drug lords in Mexico at the funeral of the old man. Let these drug lords kneel in front of the old man's funeral hall to apologize.

Folk netizens were so happy with this legendary version that they almost believed it.

The intelligence services of Europe and the United States and other countries scoffed at it. How could a person have beaten so many drug lords? Is it really a paper tiger to be a drug lord? It must be that Wang Yong has reached some ulterior deal with these drug lords!

What these intelligence services don't know is that, in fact, this unbelievable version is not far from the truth.