"Remember, it's best not to use abilities, it's troublesome if there are witnesses to see them, especially that green pulse of energy."

Matt said as he drove.

"It's not a little thing like this that needs to be solved with my fists, and believe me, my marksmanship is also accurate."

Broly put on his sunglasses and wrapped his scarf around the bottom half of his face. Alejandro and Wade are putting body armor on their bodies, and they will still die if they are shot by a bullet.

"I can testify to that."

Alejandro said.

As the distance to the destination continues to shrink, there are fewer and fewer vehicles traveling together. The second car is barely visible on the wide road.

With the deafening sound of the engine, a motorcycle catches up with their car, and a Mecediso with a Mohican haircut stares at the inside of the car.

"We're being targeted." Wade said unconcernedly, "Obviously, Farakon's men have been keeping an eye on this road, and it looks like we've won the lottery." ”

Soon, three Volkswagen Kailuwei business vehicles caught up, and the windows were plastered with coating, making it difficult to see what was going on inside.

A red light and all the cars stopped.

"It's time to get to work."

Matt said, pulling out an M4A1 and using an earlier HK-433.

The door of the Kailuway was opened, and several strange-looking gangster gunmen prepared to get out of the car. Before the sole of the foot of the first person could touch the ground, he was shot down, and a car of people was blocked in the car. Broly pulled the trigger and poured fire into the opposing car.

Soon, all three Kairowe were shot into a sieve, and the gunman who was shot slid out of the car door weakly, and now they could finally get out of the car.

The boy on the motorcycle started the motorcycle in horror, he didn't expect that in less than three seconds, the gunmen in the gang had turned into corpses.

Before he could drive far, a bloody flower exploded in his head, and the uncontrollable motorcycle rushed off the road and drove more than ten meters before falling to the ground with the corpse.

"It's accurate."

Matt raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, he expected that a guy as powerful as Broly should be dismissive of firearms.

"A rabble."

Victoria's crown moved on, leaving behind a corpse.

Soon, they arrived at Farakon's mansion. The lavish white walls, wrought-iron gates, gardens, fountains, and marble columns make you feel like you're in the Palace of Versailles.

"When I saw this house, I realized that drug trafficking is really profitable."

Wade sighed, and the next moment, he reached out and shot a gunman with a grenade launcher. This shot seemed to press some button, and the gunfire suddenly rang out inside and outside the mansion.

The four of them quickly advanced towards the interior of the Farakon Mansion, and the gunmen who stood in their way were shot almost without resistance.

Soon, they caught Faracon, his wife and two sons, who were trying to leave through the tunnels. There is also a middle-aged Latin American with a thin build.

"Kill them, kill them, Koko!"

Farakon ordered the Latina with some hysteria. He was a kind-looking Mexican, with a neatly trimmed beard, a somewhat burly build, and a formal suit. When ordinary people see him, their first impression is definitely that of a middle-level manager of a large multinational company, and they will never think that he is a drug lord with bloody hands on his hands.

The Latin American mutant was about to activate his abilities with one hand when a dagger pierced through his jaw and pierced his brain.

Broly pulled the dagger out, shook off the blood from it, and inserted it back into the scabbard on the side of Alejandro's leg.

Matt patted Alejandro on the shoulder.

"It's your time for the rest."

Wade opened his mouth to say something, hesitated for a moment, and then turned his head away.

Alejandro walked up to Farakon with a blank face, and under his cold gaze, Farakon quickly fell to his knees. Her wife trembled and knelt down with her two children.

He looked down at Farakon and then at the table not far away, where the food was plentiful.

"Every night, how many families die because of you? And you, you are enjoying dinner leisurely in this palace. ”

Farakon took his son's hand and forced himself to look at Alejandro, his rapid breathing revealing the tension in his heart. But years of experience in bullets and bullets made him quickly hide his nervousness.

His expression became natural again, and he looked at Alejandro as if he were looking at an old friend for many years.

"I know your wife, she is a very gentle woman, do you think she will be proud of the way you are?"

Alejandro was still expressionless, but Broly saw that his hand holding the gun suddenly bulged.

"What about my daughter, do you still know my daughter?"

Faracon closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Your daughter, you know, I've always put force as a last option, but Filippoto is different, he's very grumpy, and I can't influence his decisions."

Alejandro said word by word.

"That's why I'll kill Filippotto too."

Farakon knew that today was a certain death, and the muscles of his face trembled, his eyes were red, and tears welled up.

"At least, at least not in front of the children..."

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Three gunshots rang out, and blood splattered into Farakon's eyes.

"As you wish."

Alejandro made a gentleman's move.

Farakon's eyes widened as he looked at Alejandro, and he wiped his eyes, the blood on his fingers a little glared. After doing all this, Alejandro threw the rifle in his hand and sat directly on the ground, without saying a word.

Matt shook his head and stepped forward, slamming his palm on Farakon's vein, knocking him unconscious.

"It's hard to accept, boy." He looked at Wade: "I thought you, as a mercenary, were used to seeing this kind of thing. ”

Wade pinched his nose.

"That's why I left Africa."

Matt dragged Farakon from the dining room to the study.

"I didn't expect you to look unreliable, but Lizi is a good person. I'll tell you one thing, about sixty kilometers from here, there was a room, and about forty corpses were built into the walls, men, women, old people, and children, all of which were enough to open a museum of the human body. And the culprit is this guy. ”

Matt busily brought a large bucket of water from the kitchen and looked at Wade.

"Do you feel better after hearing this?"

Wade took a deep breath and slowly spit it out, finally no longer Sima Face.

"Since it's okay, come and help me, we still have things to do, whether we can get this guy Filippoto out of the rat hole, it depends on the next thirty minutes."