On July 12, the weather was hot in Monterrey, Mexico.

Ho Bangwei walked the streets of the city, wearing a sunhat that was struggling to sell to him by roadside vendors in clumsy English.

He wasn't very hot, he wasn't sweating, but the sun was scorching in the sky.

Half of his face was covered by a sunhat, and he walked along the road to the slum north of the city, looking at the difference between it and Atlanta.

Compared to the developed cities of its neighbors, the scenery here is very different, and the southern area is particularly stylish, with wide roads and high-rise buildings, but the further north you go, the more obsolete it becomes.

He Bangwei stepped on the gradually narrowing street, and saw that the surveillance on the side of the road began to decrease significantly, and his heart felt a little relieved.

In the city of Monterrey, there is a high proportion of blacks, the further north you go, and the look is not very friendly, but Ho Bangwei noticed this but did not have the slightest timidity, but felt that he had come to the right place.

Those drug dealers should like this kind of place, which is well-connected, unmonitored, and mixed.

From three o'clock in the afternoon, he has been walking around the slum of Beicheng until seven o'clock in the evening, He Bangwei has a faint sense of the topography of this large area, and it is too late to see the specific details for the time being.

After eating a piece of Dottia pastry on the side of the road, he drove back to the hotel.

He booked the Tecno Fiesta Hotel in the bustling southern area, close to the town hall.

He Bangwei walked into the hotel, ignoring the black girl whistling at him by the pool outside - the atmosphere here seemed quite open.

When the front desk lady saw a yellow-skinned man coming in, she asked in English, the common language, "Hello, how can I help you?" ”

He Bangwei glanced at her, handed over his documents, and said that he had booked a room.

The front desk checked it and quickly opened the room card.

Before going upstairs. He Bangwei turned around and asked her: "Is it easy to rent here?" ”

The front desk lady responded with a sweet smile: "There are a lot of people who come here to travel, and the rental is very good, and you can go out." On the left there are bars, restaurants and supermarkets. ”

Nodding, He Bangwei went upstairs to find his room.

Entering the room, he plugged in his laptop, which was already running out of power, and connected to the wireless network to open his mailbox.

There are no new messages in the mailbox.

He Bangwei frowned. The area of the slum is also quite large, and there is no specific location how to find this group of drug dealers.

Although the target is supposed to be a group of people, it will be difficult for them to find any room they go to.

He clicked on the browser and downloaded a map of the city of Monterrey, looked at it for two minutes, and slowly confirmed it with the route he had walked in the afternoon, no matter what, he first familiarized himself with the terrain.

After memorizing the map, He Bangwei wandered around the room for a while. I was a little depressed.

This kind of feeling of having no energy and no place to make it is really bad, it is obviously something that can be done with a wave of hands, but I can't find anyone.

There are too many aspects to be considered in this world for the use of force, and there is surveillance in many places, police in various cities, and records everywhere, which is really not convenient.

Silently relieved the depression in his heart, He Bangwei's right index finger touched his waist. The places he ordered were stones and needles caught under the whip in his clothes—these "sharp weapons" were already ready on his body.

Get up and open the curtains to see the expansive entrance underneath the hotel. He Bangwei suddenly thought that maybe those drug dealers might not be able to negotiate in the slums, and they should also keep pace with the times in modern society.

After thinking about it for a while, suddenly a "ding" sound came from his notebook - this was the new email prompt he had set.

Walking quickly to the computer, He Bangwei clicked on the new email.

The above is the latest news from Cheng An: two locations have been determined, warehouse No. 13 in area A of the slum area of Monterrey or factory No. 5 in area C, and the time is ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

Is the place and time so precise this time? He Bangwei was pleasantly surprised. Hurriedly replied to an email: Is the information credible?

Cheng An replied: It should be credible, but these two locations cannot rule out which one is wrong.

Warehouse No. 13 in Area A and Factory No. 5 in Area C, He Bangwei muttered to himself, remembering that he had passed by the No. 13 warehouse in Area A in the afternoon, but he did not see it in Area C.

Put away your computer. He Bangwei put on his sunhat, went downstairs and shouted for a rental to go and take a look.

When the taxi reached the slum area, Ho Bangwei asked the driver to stop.

That's it, if you stop at the factory location with a strong target, you may attract the attention of drug dealers.

After getting out of the car, He Bangwei put on his sunhat and walked forward slowly.

The slum was divided into five areas, from A to E, and in Area C, he did not see a very obvious factory when he observed it in the afternoon.

It's half past eight in the evening, and if it starts at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, it will be 13 hours away.

Ho Bangwei's steps were slightly faster, his eyes sweeping in the shadow of his visor on every stretch of his path.

Factory No. 5 in Area C, strange, further ahead is Area D, and I still haven't seen Factory No. 5.

He Bangwei walked around, but he didn't find the No. 5 factory mentioned in the email, not even the factory-like building.

He slowed down and walked back in the same direction, ready to look again.

After walking for a while, I just passed by a private house, and suddenly two sturdy black guys came out of it.

"What are you doing?" A black guy asked in fairly fluent English with a blank face.

Well? He Bangwei put a question mark in his heart, and replied casually: "I'm lost, may I ask which direction is the Tecno Carnival Hotel?" ”

The two black guys glanced at each other, and one of them suddenly stepped forward and lifted the sunhat from He Bangwei's head.

He Bangwei took two steps back, as if he was angry: "What are you doing? ”

Glancing at him, the black man who had just spoken said, "Go straight ahead and turn left." After speaking, he took the hat from his companion's hand and threw it to He Bangwei, and said fiercely: "It's okay, don't wander around, yellow-skinned monkey." ”

He Bangwei took the hat, and walked a few steps without looking back in the direction he said.

The consciousness slowly swirled, and he "saw" two black men staring at his back, muttering in Spanish he didn't understand.

Walking forward quickly, He Bangwei secretly said in his heart, there is a door!

Stepping out of the street and turning to the left, he put his hat back on and lowered it a bit, his mind highlighting the location he had just marked.

This can be regarded as hunting grass to find snakes.

I took out my phone and looked at it, it was already past nine o'clock, and there were still more than twelve hours until ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

Warehouse No. 13 in Area A was already stepped on in the afternoon, so there was no need to go, and He Bangwei decided to find a car to go around the location of the two blacks just now.

Walking quickly out of the slum C, he waited at the intersection for three minutes for a taxi.

"Hello, turn right and go straight." He Bangwei got into the car and rolled up the window first.

He memorized the complete map of this area in his mind, and at this moment told the driver to drive in the direction he had guided.

After going back and forth in a few directions, the taxi drove to the street where he had just come out.

"Go straight and go to the Tekno Fiesta Hotel." Ho Bangwei was in the passenger seat, observing the street through the car window.

The taxi was moving at a normal speed, and you could see several black people walking back and forth scattered around the street, including the two black men who had just stopped him.

Well, that's about it.

Sitting in the taxi bound for the hotel, He Bangwei was sure in his heart. (To be continued.) )

PS: Thank you for the tip.