In the distant Luzhou of China, Cheng An sat in the brightly lit hall of the Xingyi Martial Arts Museum, holding tea in one hand and tapping on the computer keyboard in the other.

It was eleven o'clock in the evening, and in Mexico it was ten o'clock in the morning, thirteen hours later than the time in the country.

Cheng An yawned, a little tired, he has basically been working day and night these days, not five steps away from the computer, for fear of mistaking Grandmaster He's business.

Yesterday, he transferred the latest information to Grandmaster He, and now he should have already done it in Mexico.

Cheng An guessed like this, glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the screen, and silently converted the time in his mind - ten o'clock in the morning of July 13 in Mexico.

Just had a little reverie, and suddenly received a new email in the mailbox, Cheng An hurriedly clicked on it and took a look: determine the negotiation location, warehouse No. 13 in Area A of the Monterrey Slum.

Well? Got the last spot out? Cheng An was overjoyed, remembered the time in Mexico, and hurriedly forwarded the email to Grandmaster He.

It shouldn't be too late, it's only about ten o'clock over there, and he's a little worried.

……

In the No. 5 factory in Area C of the Monterrey slum, He Bangwei hid in the dense planting of trees and observed for a while, and saw two people at the door of the hall with bulging waists and suspected guns, but they were not very vigilant.

Listening to the sound of conversation inside, He Bangwei made a decision, he bent down and moved forward gently, without making a sound.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining, and when He Bangwei appeared in front of the outermost tree, he finally attracted the attention of the two people at the door.

Just as he was about to speak, two black shadows flashed quickly.

Poof, poof, two softly, the two fell softly.

He Bangwei pointed to the ground on tiptoe, and the figure almost floated on the ground.

Ignoring the two guards who had collapsed to the ground, He Bangwei took out the stones as he walked. The other hand pulled out the long whip and walked in as if no one was there.

There were six black guys talking in the hall, and a white man covered in blood was lying on the floor.

When they look at each other, there is a big question mark in the hearts of both parties.

Well? Wood isn't there? He Bangwei glanced at it, disappointed in his heart, the target of this trip did not appear. But then he reacted, and the scene in front of him did not look like a drug dealer negotiating.

A tall black man in black short sleeves looked at the white man who walked in inexplicably with a hat, and asked fiercely: "What are you doing!" He reached for the pistol at his waist.

He Bangwei quickly moved, flicked his wrist, flicked his long whip, and immediately knocked out the black man's pistol and wrapped him around him.

Then the stones came as promised, and everyone in the hall fell to the ground.

The difference in force was too great, and He Bangwei didn't make much effort.

The whip dragged back, and he left the black man who had questioned him at first - because he was questioning in English.

The black man was caught in the whip and struggled back and forth on the ground. But when he saw that this strange man raised his hand casually, and his companions fell one after another, he could not help but be terrified.

"What about the negotiators?" He Bangwei asked in English.

"No, I don't know." The blacks no longer struggled, shrunk and shrank.

Glancing at the white man who fell to the ground covered in blood as soon as he entered the door, He Bangwei asked, "What are you doing?" ”

The black man swallowed his saliva and looked at the white man with the hat as if he were looking at a devil.

"We—we're going to bury him in the yard."

He Bangwei was stunned and buried in the yard? The white man on the ground is still angry.

In a flash. He thought of the dense planting of trees outside, and it was a little strange what the yard was doing with so many trees. At this moment, it is somewhat clear that the underside of those trees is probably full of white bones.

Killing intent breeds, he just subdued these people just now, and didn't kill them, but now he has changed his mind.

"Are there people under the tree? What about your drug dealer? Where to negotiate? ”

The black man was lying on the ground, and the corners of the man's calm mouth could be seen from the bottom up. A chill rose in his heart, he wanted to lie, but as long as he went outside and opened it, he would know the truth.

"Yes, yes. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. He suddenly shouted.

With calm and no waves in his eyes, He Bangwei gently tightened the long whip in his hand. The black man's entangled neck on the ground made a soft crunch and then fell silent.

Looking around at the fallen people in the hall, He Bangwei ignored them for the time being, picked up the stones and walked towards the back with gloves on.

There should be a lot of space here, maybe the drug dealers are in it.

After a few minutes, Ho Bangwei walked out disappointed, and there was nothing but a few blacks and a large amount of heroin.

Took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, ten o'clock, according to the intelligence, those drug dealers should have already started negotiations.

Looking at the white man covered in blood on the ground, He Bangwei continued to whip up, resulting in several black people in the hall.

The smell of blood soon spread.

He Bangwei didn't move, put away the long whip again, stepped out of the hall and ended up with the two people outside the hall before.

He didn't have much of a concept of drug dealers before, but because of Wood, he knew a lot about the actions of these people, and he had no mercy in his heart.

Warehouse 13 in Area A, now going there, this side is manually excluded, Wood may be over there.

He Bangwei saw a motorcycle in the yard, walked up to it, and found that the key was also there.

Wringing the key and launching the motorcycle, He Bangwei locked the door from the outside and stepped onto the motorcycle.

Buzzing, the sound of the engine accompanied by a puff of dust kicked up, went straight to Zone A, leaving the No. 5 factory behind it silent.

The summer heat blew and the leaves rustled in the yard and danced with them.

The bloodied white man in the hall twitched his fingers and let out a hard groan.

……

In Warehouse 13 in Area A, Wood sat in a somewhat empty warehouse, feeling very disdainful.

At present, the group of drug dealers here are wary of each other, and their words are all cunning and ruthless, but unfortunately they are all unsuccessful.

Glancing at Carmen behind him, Wood pulled out a mouthless cigarette from his arms, he had been smoking less cigarettes recently due to his injury, but he wanted to smoke one for some reason.

Carmen obediently bowed down, pulled out a lighter, and lit it for him.

Wood took a sip and coughed softly.

Although the sound was soft, the audience fell silent.

This white man is from the Atlanta drug cartel, the largest drug trafficking force on the eastern border with Mexico, and his words are worth hearing.

Wood enjoyed the feeling, and he squinted at Sam, who had just been arguing the most, and said, "What do you think, tell me, I didn't hear it clearly." ”

Sam's eyes flashed fiercely, but he didn't speak immediately, now he is in someone else's territory, although he also brought his own brother, but if he really moves, he may be more than lucky.

He twisted his neck, turned his head and said to the drug dealers who also came over: "How to divide the benefits of the channel union in this part of the border?" ”

Suddenly, there were other people clamoring to speak, negotiations are not just about the size of the force, why do you have to do it with you if you have less interests.

Wood looked at them coldly, and suddenly slapped his palms lightly, and the sound of guns being loaded came from the second floor of the warehouse.

The scene was quiet again.

Sam stopped his men from drawing their guns and said angrily, "What do you mean by that?" ”

Wood took a puff of his cigarette, aimed his right hand at Sam in the shape of a pistol, and suddenly simulated with his mouth, "Smack." ”

Syllable!

There was also a soft gunshot from upstairs, and a look of disbelief flashed in Sam's eyes, he... How dare he? How dare you make enemies like this? Most of them aren't their people!

Wood didn't look at the blood splattered on Sam's desk, and lazily said, "Okay, we can talk about cooperation." ”

The uneasiness that lingered in my heart finally disappeared with the removal of this thorn.

Sometimes, people, you just need to vent. (To be continued.) )