In Warehouse No. 5 in Zone A of Monterrey, drug dealers looked at each other, and their men aimed their guns at the gate.

The corpses of Wood and his two men lay there at the conference table next to him, and the smell of blood spread to the nostrils of the drug dealers.

A look of fear and anger flashed on the face of a drug dealer: "Okova, what's going on?" He was calling out to the person in charge here, the black Mexican who had been sitting in the throne.

Okova glanced at Wood, who had turned into a corpse, and his eyes burned with anger: "I'll call someone first." He called his subordinates, this is his home field, and now he is blocked by a person who does not dare to go out rashly.

Not only did they not dare to go out, but the negotiations that had already mastered the rhythm, and now the partners on the American side are dead, and three other drug dealers have died, which is really a naked slap in the face.

Okova's anger roared over the phone, and he told his men to come and clean up their outside.

Wood lay on the ground untouched, and Okova was too busy reassuring the other drug dealers.

After a while, his men surrounded and cleaned up the outside, and the drug dealers cautiously left under the cover of the crowd.

Okova was at the end of the car before he remembered Wood, and he ordered his subordinates: "Take Wood's body away, maybe the United States will want it." "The dead are worthless, but the living may value them.

The subordinates obeyed the order, leaving two large carts to carry all the corpses in the yard and the warehouse to the carts and carry them away.

In the process of lifting, they were also secretly chilling in their hearts, where did this ruthless person come out, stunned that one person had slaughtered such a person.

Hastily packed, the men drove with two truckloads of corpses to the outskirts, where they were based.

After the drug dealers and their men were gone, the police arrived late to receive a call from nearby residents. When they opened the door, they saw a pool of blood and a long table in the warehouse, and nothing else.

Accustomed to such a scene, the police guessed that it was a gangster, photographed the scene, put two seals and evacuated.

After a long time, someone called the police again. This time the address is Factory No. 13 in Slum Area C.

When the police arrived at the scene, they saw several bodies and drugs inside.

This time it should be a vendetta, the goods behind were not taken away, only the personnel died, an old policeman judged this in his heart, and then lazily ordered other policemen to take pictures, protect the scene, and confiscate drugs.

These drugs have to be returned to the hands of those drug dealers in the end, what are you tossing, he muttered silently.

As a local police officer who has worked for a long time, he naturally knows some inside information. Additional benefits were likewise accepted.

Today's continuous alarm and murder is not very lucky, the old policeman stood in the courtyard of the No. 13 factory and watched the dense planting of trees in the yard, and suddenly his heart moved.

The soil here is very new, and there is something buried underneath.

With some bad premonitions in his heart, the old policeman asked his colleague to find a guy to dig up the soil.

The moment the earth was dug up, all the police officers present gasped - a pile of bones and corpses that had not yet completely decomposed.

There were several corpses at the scene, so many corpses underground. I'm afraid this case can't be suppressed, the old policeman swallowed. I was very uneasy.

The next day, MILENIO, the largest newspaper in Monterrey, Mexico, ran a headline about a homicide in a ghetto and mentioned multiple bodies buried under a factory.

For a time, the people of Monterrey, which is vigorously developing tourism, were panicked, and there was an endless stream of voices to severely punish the murderers.

The mayor of Monterrey personally went to the TV press conference to show his attitude: we must investigate to the end! Punish the murderers!

At the same time, a police crackdown on drug dealers was in full swing.

……

When news of Wood's death in the attack reached the headquarters of the Atlanta drug cartel, it immediately attracted attention.

Wood is a big man in the group. His men were in charge of the corridors along the eastern border of the United States, and his death must not have caused immediate turmoil and strife.

This important news was transmitted to Chen Haiyang, who was in Afghanistan near the Golden Crescent, through a secret channel.

Chen Haiyang is a typical Chinese face, he stood on the soil of Afghanistan, looked at the endless yellow sand in the distance, and muttered, "Wood is dead." Who did this to you? ”

He seemed to be talking to himself. He seemed to be talking to a subordinate next to him.

"If you're dead, you're dead."

After saying that, he continued to walk forward, now there are more important things to do, Wood's affairs will be talked about after he returns, anyway, there is no shortage of him, and after he dies, there will naturally be others to make up for it.

Under the scorching sun, several figures ride camels and head towards the desert with a local guide.

……

He Bangwei did not know that the turmoil in Monterrey had gradually arisen after his operation, nor did he know that the drug trade between the United States and Mexico had been greatly affected by it.

He was only in a good mood after the purpose of this trip.

After flying back to Atlanta from Monterey, He Bangwei first bought a ticket to fly back to Paris as soon as possible, and then went to Atlanta while there was still some time.

In the city, he threw away gloves in his pockets, stones, and the hard drive of his laptop.

The new laptop was still in Mexico, and he removed the hard drive and didn't throw it into a roadside trash can until Atlanta.

After buying a laptop and installing a Chinese system in a Chinese store, He Bangwei went to Atlanta International Airport.

On the afternoon flight directly to Paris, he solved the troubles that were entangled in his heart, and he was so open-minded that he found that he was not airsick on the plane.

didn't take the previous murder seriously, and when He Bangwei was in a happy mood, he began to think about what to eat in Paris.

Oh, Paris, by the way, there should be someone in the Chen family who needs to be solved, and seeing that he is almost in Paris, He Bangwei remembers one thing.

Joss was robbed before because his whereabouts were leaked, and this trip to Wood actually saw a mixed race who should be in the Paris police station, which is even more suspicious.

He Bangwei's gaze was calm, and he felt that it was actually a very rewarding thing to uproot the enemies one by one.

Coming from a foreign land, he is usually a very casual and drifting person.

It is only when he violates certain boundaries that he will immediately reveal something different from the people of this world - a heart that does not care about killing.

Ho Bangwei's outlook on life was cultivated in a foreign land, he had no concept of the rule of law, and even here he acted according to his own standards despite his concerns about the order of the surveillance system and violent organs.

In the face of the enemy, he has a gun in his hand, and he will shoot without hesitation; He has a sword in his hand, and he will not hesitate to stab it.

He doesn't care about killing, and he doesn't give in because he is also alive.

No one knows this side of Ho Bangwei, and maybe Wood can feel it keenly, but he's dead.

The plane descended slowly, and the long voyage ended.

He Bangwei returned with murderous intent, but his face was gentle and drizzling. (To be continued.) )

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