In front of a collapsed building in Durango, workers are busy erecting a strange shed.

The shed does not look like a Mexican style building, the whole shed is built with black yarn winding, and there are many paper carriages and horses and attics next to the shed.

"What is this? Could it be that a mall is about to open?"

"It's not like a shopping mall, looking at these paper models, it's a bit oriental. I think it's probably paper-cutting art from the old East. ”

"It's kind of like. I'm going to buy a few to take home and put at home!

The citizens of Durango who passed by were talking, lingering in front of the models such as paper figurines, chariots and horses, and from time to time let out a sound of admiration.

It's just that these admirations didn't last long, and they were broken by a knowledgeable Chinese immigrant.

"Ladies and gentlemen, these things are not for you to put up your home handicrafts! These things are used in China for burial purposes, and only the dead can use them. Of course, if you don't care about this custom, you can buy one and take it home. ”

Hearing this, the citizens of Durango, who had just said that they were going to take it back to their homes, changed their faces as if they had eaten flies.

"Who is so immoral, and it's so unfortunate to have these things here!" someone cursed.

"Bad luck? When the drug dealers shot innocent citizens here, why didn't you say bad luck? If we hold a funeral here, you will say bad luck?" When the Chinese workers who were working heard this, they immediately retorted.

A group of Durango citizens were speechless.

And then they remembered that there had been a shooting murder here not long ago, and the deceased was a Chinese.

It's just that in Mexico it's so common that they don't even think about it.

However, is it popular in China to hold funerals in the place of death? Shouldn't it be in a cemetery or at home according to common sense?

With no one answering the doubts of the citizens of Durango, workers are working overtime to build a mourning hall.

The deadline given to them by Wang Yong was coming soon, and they had to finish it before ten o'clock in the morning.

Time flew by, and at ten o'clock, the last worker wiped his sweat and stopped what he was doing.

The mourning hall has been built, and this huge mourning hall, which is comparable to a small stadium, is the only one in their lives. When they received Wang Yong's strange request, they were still wondering whose funeral would use such a large mourning hall.

It wasn't until later that Wang Yong said a sentence that not only explained the reason, but also made them shudder.

Wang Yong said: "There are a lot of live and dead drug dealers here today, and the mourning hall is naturally bigger. And the bigger the better, because the dead will occupy a larger area. ”

"There are also shortcomings in things. The leading worker glanced at the mourning hall and frowned.

But when I looked around, I didn't see what was missing.

"It's over?" At this time, Wang Yong suddenly appeared behind the leading worker.

"Well, but I always feel like something is missing...... What's missing?" thought the leading worker.

Wang Yong glanced at it and stepped forward. Picking up a brush next to the table, he brushed and wrote sixteen words on the tents on both sides of the mourning hall.

"The sound is there, and the majesty lasts forever. ”

"The mercy is gone, and the wind and wood are sad. ”

"That's right! It's just that there is no couplet! Mr. Wang's couplet is the finishing touch!" said the leading worker, clapping his hands.

Wang Yong ignored the pat of the leading workers, but took a few steps back, looked at it, and nodded.

These sixteen words are the best description of Chen Lao.

"Set up all those futons. Wang Yong pointed to the dozens of futons piled up next to him and said.

"Hey, good luck!" the leader of the workers agreed simply, and immediately called his subordinates to come and place them.

It's just that when he saw the names written on the futon, he was instantly stunned on the spot, and his brows jumped sharply.

"Herrera. ”

"Garcia. ”

"Dias. ”

"Flores. ”

……

One name after another, shocking, without exception, all of them are the names of the big Mexican drug lords!

"What?!!, why is the name of that murderous guy Herrera written on the futon?"

"Not only Herrera, but Garcia!"

"I saw it too! And Otis and Molina! Oh my God, they're all the big drug lords Mexico can count! What do these Chinese people want to do?"

The citizens of Durango who were watching were all petrified, and the scene that had been noisy suddenly became audible.

There was a hunch that a big storm was likely brewing here.

In the crowd, a police officer quietly called the sheriff.

When all the futons were laid out and the names were clearly displayed in front of everyone, the local sheriff of Durango and a government dignitary rushed to the scene.

When they saw the names one by one, their whole faces became extremely ugly.

"Teacher Wang Yong, your behavior is very dangerous, as a law enforcement officer in Durango, it is necessary to remind you not to try to provoke any conflict!"

Wang Yongchong smiled at the sergeant: "Which law in your country prohibits the placement of futons with people's names written on them?"

"You ......," the sheriff froze.

The government official interjected with some dissatisfaction: "Mr. Wang Yong, don't play word games with us. Although we know that your actions are nothing short of grandstanding, we have to warn you that the owners of these names are not very good-tempered, and you will have to bear the consequences for this. ”

Wang Yong smiled slightly: "Grandstanding? Oh, you don't think these people will show up, right? It doesn't matter, there are seats over there, you can sit down and wait slowly." If one of them doesn't show up, I apologize to you. ”

"Oh, yes. Corpses are counted. ”

"......" Sheriff Durango and the government dignitaries looked at each other, and they both saw a look of horror in each other's eyes.

When the onlookers heard this conversation, their original mentality of avoiding fear suddenly changed.

They suddenly wanted to see if these famous Mexican drug lords would come. Even if there is a danger of losing one's life.

Tick tock, minute by minute. The mourning hall was arranged one after another, and Chen Zhixing's posthumous photos and wreaths and couplets sent by some Chinese were also placed in the mourning hall.

Wang Yong moved a bench and sat quietly at the door of the mourning hall alone, as if he was guarding Chen Zhixing's spirit, and like a soldier waiting to be called, rushing to the battlefield at any time.

Sheriff Durango sat nervously with the government dignitaries, small drums beating in his heart.

They were terrified, really scared that these notorious drug dealers would come here. At that time, I am afraid that the whole of Durango will become a battlefield filled with gunpowder.

From ten o'clock to eleven o'clock, and from eleven o'clock to twelve o'clock, the sheriff and the dignitary glanced at their watches and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's twelve o'clock, and obviously no one will come.

"Mr. Wang Yong, three hours have passed, and it seems that no one has come! What are you not grandstanding?" The government dignitaries could finally straighten their backs and say this.

Wang Yong glanced at the government dignitaries, and just wanted to speak, when he suddenly heard a commotion from the crowd.

As far as the eye can see, I saw a train speeding by. The people on the convoy were all heavily armed and arrogant.

"Get out of the way!" the convoy ramped and came straight to the front of the mourning hall.

Almost knocked over the mourning hall.

Apparently, the driver did it on purpose.

The car door opened, and several drug dealers walked out one after another.

All of them are famous drug lords from the cities around Durango, and they rarely travel together to come to one place.

When Sergeant Durango and the government dignitaries saw these people, their hearts suddenly chuckled and their mouths were bitter.

What a crow's mouth!

"What about Wang Yong, get out! Damn, we have eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall, and we are asked to give condolences to an old fellow! Bah, we don't look at our identities! Today we are not here to give you face, but to sweep your face! Do it for me!" A drug lord said angrily.

Then, a group of drug dealers jumped out of the car and tried to tear down the mourning hall.

Wang Yong looked at these vicious drug dealers indifferently, and the corners of his mouth sneered.

"Three, two, one!"

Wang Yong silently counted the footsteps of a drug dealer who rushed to the front, and when the drug dealer stepped into the mourning hall with one foot, suddenly a cold gunshot rang out.

Bang!

The drug dealer burst his head open and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Ahh

And a group of drug dealers were so frightened that they fell to the ground with a puff, their faces pale.

"There is an ambush! Wang Yong, I didn't expect you to be such a despicable person!" The tone of the drug lord who spoke before changed.

"Mean, I'm sorry, I've always liked to be straight. For example, if I say I want to kill you now, I will kill you......" Wang Yong said, waving his hand.

Suddenly, sniper lights lit up on the foreheads of several drug lords.

"You...... Don't mess around! The drug lord, who was extremely arrogant a second ago, was sweating profusely in an instant, and his expression was in a hurry.

Wang Yong smiled slightly: "Of course I won't mess around, after all, the memorial service always needs a few living people to decorate the scene." You're lucky, although you're here to smash the field, but you're finally here. As for those who didn't even want to come, it was a bit miserable. ”

Wang Yong said, took out a remote control from his pocket and pressed it.

At this time, people noticed that in the mourning hall, there was still a screen.

With Wang Yong's press, the screen brightened and a picture flashed.

is a fighter with camouflage makeup on his face.

"It's time to get moving. Wang Yong said.

The soldier on the screen made an OK gesture, and then the screen began to shake. But it was the warrior who was running.

And around, there was an endless stream of footsteps, obviously not just such a soldier, but many.

"What is this for?" not only the drug lords were puzzled, but also the police chief Durango and the government dignitaries at the scene were also puzzled.

"It's Flores' mansion!" suddenly exclaimed one of the drug lords.

He recognized the buildings in the picture.

"What? These people want to raid Flores?"

Da Bang ......

The sound of bullets and explosions came from the screen, and the picture shook non-stop, but people still saw bloody scenes from inside.

It was the scene of Flores' men being killed one after another.

A moment later, the soldier who greeted Wang Yong reappeared in the camera, and at the same time raised the corpse that Yang was carrying.

"Phosph...... Flores!" Whether it was the drug lord, the sheriff, or the crowd at the scene, they were all struck by lightning, and they were stunned on the spot.