In the camera, blood flowed from the corner of Flores's mouth, and a bullet hole could be vaguely seen passing through his neck, with a deep sense of surprise and unwillingness in his dead pupils.

It was clear that Flores' death had come so suddenly that he was not prepared.

Looking at the time, it took less than 20 minutes from the time the group of fighters in the camera launched a surprise attack to the death of Flores.

Hiss!

Several big drug lords all gasped and felt chills all over their bodies.

A well-known drug lord in northwestern Mexico, with thousands of troops and the most advanced weapons, is a small warlord overseas.

But such a guy who can be called a warlord was killed in less than 20 minutes.

The force behind Wang Yong is so terrifying that it makes people desperate!

Several drug lords looked at each other, and they all lowered their postures, and the arrogance on their faces disappeared.

"Damn, get all of them back for me! Stain Teacher Wang's mourning hall, can you be responsible?" a drug lord who was the best at seeing the wind and steering the rudder yelled at his subordinates.

The rapid change of attitude made several drug lords in the same industry a little disdainful.

But then the drug lords also began to reprimand their subordinates, and even cleaned up a crooked futon with everything.

"Idiot, why don't you hurry up and buy marigolds!"

Under the scolding of the drug lords, a group of wolf-like subordinates instantly turned into gray lackeys, some carefully wiped the soiled mourning hall, and others trotted all the way to buy marigolds.

After the flowers were bought, the drug lords took them one after another and respectfully sprinkled the marigold petals on the road in front of the mourning hall.

In traditional Mexican culture, yellow represents death. Marigolds are orange-yellow flowers that symbolize the sun's brilliance and have the power to lead the dead back to their homeland. On Mexico's famous Day of the Dead, people will cover the road with marigold petals, guiding their deceased relatives to step on the bridge made of marigolds to return to the world.

The citizens of Durango who were watching watched this unbelievable scene, and their eyes widened in disbelief.

As Mexicans, no one knows the horrors and cruelty of drug lords better than they do. Normally, let alone let this group of drug lords sacrifice the undead, even if it is impossible to make them respect the living.

But right now, these violent drug lords are seriously sprinkling marigold petals, like tame little lambs.

"They...... Are you alright?" asked Sergeant Durango, swallowing hard.

The government dignitaries shook their heads: "It's not that they're fine, it's that they don't dare to do anything! This Wang Yong is really ...... Really ......"

The government dignitaries thought for a long time, but they didn't come up with a word to describe it, so they could only look at Wang Yong with eyes that were both admiring and afraid, like looking at a rising new boss.

Wang Yong glanced at a few drug lords and did not make a sound.

Those who know the times are junjie, and they are willing to know the times, which is naturally the best.

It's just that until now, there are only four people on the list. It's a bit bad.

"It seems that the strength is still not enough!" Wang Yong sighed faintly.

In just a few words, the eyelids of the four drug lords jumped at the same time.

They knew that someone was going to be unlucky again.

Sure enough, the picture on the screen turned around, and it seemed to be in another place.

The same group of soldiers with loaded guns and ammunition were also waiting for Wang Yong's instructions.

"Let's get started, it's not too early. Wang Yong said lazily.

The warrior on the screen nodded, and then heard the rumbling sound come out, and blood was sprayed onto the screen from time to time in the shaking camera.

This time it lasted a little longer, taking more than half an hour. Unfortunately, the results have not changed.

A fighter enters the camera with a guy with his last breath in his hand.

The drug lord present shook the people's bodies: "It's Garcia! Why can't even he resist him?"

Garcia is one of Mexico's top five drug lords, but I didn't expect him to be planted.

I think that at the beginning, it was Garcia who called on everyone to deal with Wang Yong. The first to ridicule Wang Yong's obituary was also Garcia.

That is, Garcia's territory is a little far away from Durango, otherwise Garcia must be the first guy to come and make trouble.

"You ...... Finally...... Who is it?" asked Garcia, breathless.

The warrior carrying Garcia did not answer, but shoved a headset into Garcia's ear.

"I heard that you have always wanted to kill me?" Wang Yong waved his hand to greet Garcia on the screen.

"You're Wang Yong!" Garcia was shocked. "Impossible! You're just a lone outsider! How could you have ambushed so many people in advance and turned against my henchmen!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately understood the reason for Garcia's demise. It turned out to be an ambush in advance and the cooperation of the inner ghosts.

However, no one showed contempt for Wang Yong's strength because of this, but felt that Wang Yong was unfathomable.

As Garcia said, Wang Yong is just a foreigner, how can he have this kind of energy?

"Some things were predestined a long time ago, and I just hastened the script of your death. Wang Yong said lightly.

When Garcia heard this, he seemed to think of something, and a trace of fear appeared on his face.

"I heard that as soon as you got my obituary, you burned it?"

Garcia knew that death was imminent, so he simply stiffened his neck: "What is it?! How could labor and management attend the funeral of a Chinese Yankee! Phew, wishful thinking!"

Wang Yong's faint smile revealed a hint of chill: "Yes, it's a pity, you are destined to attend." As I said, I don't mind if the people who come are alive or dead. ”

"No, Wang Yong, you can't kill me! I'm Garcia! I'm the king of Mexico!" Garcia yelled.

It's a pity that Wang Yong no longer cares about him.

The soldier in the camera smirked, raised the muzzle of the gun in his hand, and pierced Garcia's heart with a shot.

Garcia fell to the ground with a thud, like Flores, his eyes wide and dead.

The four drug lords present only felt their hearts beating wildly, and there seemed to be a voice in their bodies yelling at them to "run", but reason told them that once they took the first step to escape, it was the beginning of death.

In the end, the four drug lords overcame their instinct to flee and stood still in place.

Only the entire back was soaked with cold sweat.

"Sit down and wait a while, four. I think some people might be a little smarter this time. Wang Yong said casually.

Then sit down in a chair by yourself.

And the four drug lords looked left and right, where were the extra chairs around? could only squeeze out a smile: "It's okay, we're not tired, we'll stand well." ”

……………………………………

In the home base of Herrera, Mexico's most powerful drug lord.

Herrera sat on the couch with a solemn expression.

What happened at the funeral scene had already reached his ears through the radio waves.

Even he was frightened by Wang Yong's resolute and ruthless methods.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and said, "No! No matter how powerful Wang Yong is, it is impossible for him to have this kind of anti-heaven power. He came to Mexico by accident, and he didn't bring his own team. So the warriors who raided Flores and Garcia have another origin!"

"What do you mean, Boss?" asked one of the henchmen.

"CIA!" Herrera snapped.

"Wouldn't it? Wang Yong had a lot of trouble with the CIA when he was in the United States......"

"There are only eternal interests in this world, and there are no eternal enemies. What if the CIA and Wang Yong have common interests in this matter?"

The henchman was startled: "You mean...... The CIA actually wanted the lives of Flores and Garcia for a long time? Yes, that's it. These two people have always been against the CIA's solicitations, and although the CIA didn't do anything to them on the surface, they probably hated them behind the scenes. This time, I took the opportunity to eradicate the two. But what I don't understand is, why did the CIA give Wang Yong face?"

Herrera shook her head, which was something he hadn't figured out.

It stands to reason that the CIA can kill both of Flores, at any time. There is no need to choose this node and deliberately cater to Wang Yong's momentum.

Jingle the bell, and then Herrera's landline suddenly rang.

Herrera connected, only to hear a familiar voice from the other side: "Herrera, where are you?"

"At home, where else can I go? Could it be that I am going to Wang Yong's ridiculous funeral?" Herrera said disdainfully.

But what Herrera didn't expect was that the person on the phone really said, "That's right, you should go to the funeral right now!

"You're crazy! How could I go to that kind of occasion regardless of my status? I'm going to be the laughing stock of all over Mexico!"

The other side of the phone sighed: "It's better to become a laughing stock than to become a dead corpse, not to mention, you are not the only laughing stock." ”

"Why?" Herrera asked, puzzled at what she foreshadowed.

"Herrera, some things aren't as seamless as you might think. As your liaison person, I tried my best to persuade you to give you a chance. To tell you the truth, Wang Yong is behind the CIA, if you still don't cooperate, then the tragedy that happened to Flores and Garcia will be repeated in you. ”

"What?" Herrera's face changed slightly.

His collusion with Cyra was so hidden that no one knew about it except for a limited number of people. How did the CIA find out?

But what can I do if I am discovered? Although I have grown big step by step with the support of the CIA over the years, no one wants to be a dog all the time. With the ability to control his own destiny, Herrera would never miss this opportunity.

Herrera's eyes flashed as she had a showdown with her contact.

But before he could speak, he heard the contact person say again: "Just the night before yesterday, the CIA and the FBI knocked out Cilla's stronghold in Juarez. Cyra was killed instantly. And it was none other than Wang Yong who killed Silla! Now do you understand why the CIA is willing to help Wang Yong stand on the platform?"

Bang Dang!

Herrera's phone fell to the ground.

Herrera's eyes glazed over, unaware. All that came out of his mouth was the mutter, "How is it possible?"

Ten minutes later, a private helicopter took off from Herrera's mansion and flew straight to Durango.

The same scene is happening in other parts of Mexico.

These drug lords who were still disdainful of Wang Yong last night are only full of awe of Wang Yong at this moment.

When a person is strong enough to influence the life and death of others, what can you do but be in awe?

One route after another stretches from all over Mexico, eventually meeting in Durango.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the onlookers who were still laughing at Wang Yong were stunned to find that most of the futons with names placed by Wang Yong had owners!

Herrera.

Dias.

Ortiz.

Molina ......

These big names, who basically only exist in newspaper news, come together. Just to attend the funeral of a person who has never known his life.

"It's more than I imagined!" Wang Yong glanced around with a little regret.

These big drug lords, who are usually rarely seen, all looked gloomy.

What does Wang Yong mean by this? Do you still think that they will not come, and then kill them one by one?

Arrogance, no one in sight!

"Let me see, well, those few who didn't come should be soon. The family needs to be neat!" Wang Yong said.

As he spoke, the sound of a helicopter suddenly rumbled in the sky.

"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here!" Wang Yong stroked his palms and laughed.

Everyone couldn't help but look into the air, only to see a bloodied soldier descending from the helicopter, each soldier carrying a body bag under his arm.

Puff, puff, puff......

Body bags were thrown on the ground and opened, revealing the bodies inside.

None other than Flores, Garcia and others!

A total of seven corpses were arranged in a row, shocking.

The faces of all the drug lords present changed drastically.

"Help them sit where they should be sitting. Wang Yong said.

So the soldier reached out and dragged each corpse to the corresponding futon like a dead dog.

The blood dragged long trails on the ground, and the smell of blood permeated the funeral.

The scene suddenly became extremely depressing, no one spoke, and everyone looked at Wang Yong as if they were facing the most brutal demon.

"Everyone, don't look at it, take a seat!" Wang Yong pointed to the futon and rushed to Herrera and the others.

Herrera and the others were stunned for a moment, and then anger swelled.

"Wang Yong, we are here for the funeral, it is enough to give you face! You really want us to kneel down to an old Chinese man who has no name? You are humiliating us! We will never agree!" Herrera said angrily.

Wang Yong smiled slightly, and didn't mind Herrera's attitude. Turning to look at the others, he continued, "You think the same way as him?"

The others looked at each other, a look of determination on their faces.

Of course they don't want to kneel, it's a great insult to them. This is a bottom line of dignity that cannot be crossed!

But the four drug dealers who came to the funeral first were obviously frightened by Wang Yong, and the four of them didn't say a word, they walked directly to their futon and knelt down with a puff.

Seeing this, Herrera and the others all snorted in unison, their faces full of contempt.

"Look, there are still smart people. As for those who are not smart, I can only reluctantly help them. Wang Yong said quietly, suddenly his eyes flashed, and he disappeared in place.