Alejandro pulled out a dagger, cut off the right ear of all the corpses present, pocketed them and took them away, a staple of the Mata group's demonstration against the enemy.

Sirens blaring not far away, along Avenida Reforma, one of Mexico City's busiest streets, next to Chapultepec Park. It is one of the priorities of the Mexican police to maintain order.

"It's time for us to go."

Alejandro put back on his hood, got into the driver's seat, and threw the pocket with his ears in the passenger seat. Broly leaned out, grabbed the window frame of the van with one hand and an assault rifle in the other, and shot at the approaching police car.

The recoil of the rifle was almost non-existent for him.

"Bang! Bang bang! ”

A cloud of sparks erupted from the engine compartment of the police car, the engine was pierced by bullets, and the police car slanted sharply and hit the teeth. The policeman inside quickly stopped, abandoned the car and fled.

Broly put away his rifle and sat back in his seat, closing the door on his face as he grimaced.

"You just robbed me of four heads."

He had just worked hard and had no experience.

Alejandro knew Mexico City's route so well that after a few turns, the sirens were barely audible. It's a little strange that he is so obsessed with killing people in Broly.

"Don't worry, there's still a chance ahead."

Broly closed the rifle safe, took out the magazine and began to press the bullets inside.

The next target is the Reyes Group's drug factory, located in a hidden garage that produces about 20 tons of methamphetamine a year, the largest of the Reyes Group's 50 factories. Along with high-purity drugs from Colombia, Bolivia and Peru, the methamphetamine was transported through the border tunnels to Texas and then by mule to the states.

It is a line of gold that brings abundant cash flow to the Reyes Group. As a result, this important garage is very secluded, with more than 80 heavily armed soldiers on duty and sentinel guards on the perimeter.

"How did you find out there?"

Broly asked with some curiosity.

"As a garage, its electricity consumption is too high, and the water consumption and sewage discharge are all exceeded. The Reyes Group thought it was doing something very hidden, but in fact, the CIA had already discovered it. ”

Alejandro said.

The garage is located in a town on the outskirts of Mexico City, and Mexico's infrastructure is very incomplete, with only more than 10 kilometers of roads left after leaving the city, and the rest is dirt roads.

Dust rose all the way, and outside the car window, there was only an endless wilderness with clumps of saxon trees.

"Be vigilant, our car is too conspicuous right now."

Alejandro squinted, observing the movement on both sides.

In front of the skyline, a settlement appeared, dilapidated buildings, barricades, and several fierce Hispanic men standing on the edge of the barricades.

They are all members of the Reyes Group, guarding the only route to the garage.

"What are you going to do?"

They said it in Spanish.

"I'm a tour guide, and there's a Yankee in the back seat who wants to take some photos of Mexico's desert starry sky."

Broly, who didn't know Spanish, saw Alejandro talking about himself, and hurriedly raised the SLR camera in his hand to gesture.

The Latina man glanced at Broly, stared at the camera in his eyes, and licked his fat lips, which looked very valuable.

He said in a somewhat vicious tone.

"Give me the camera, and you guys go back."

Broly couldn't understand what he was saying and looked at Alejandro.

Alejandro shook his head and whistled.

Before the Latina man could say anything more, a hand came out of the car and grabbed him by the neck. His eyes burst out, and he was pinched to death before he could make a slight "ho-ho" sound.

Before a few people on the side could see their companion's situation clearly, they were shot down.

"Do it! Don't let them inform the people at the garage! ”

Alejandro opened the car door, got out of the driver's seat, took cover in the van, and shot at everyone in the settlement.

Fearing that he would snatch all the heads, Broly drew his rifle from under his seat and raised his hand to shoot. He opened the fully automatic mode, and his hands were like vices, firmly holding the rifle in place, and the rifle did not lift up due to the recoil at all.

With the muffled sound of a bullet penetrating the human body, the unsuspecting gunman was instantly shot down, and the body fell to the ground.

With his gun in both hands, Broly kicked the door away, then retracted back into the wall, and the room burst into a burst of gunfire, the bullet biting down on the wall and peeling off chunks of cement. He smashed the window with an elbow and fired through it in the direction of the gunshots, knocking out the gunman inside.

He was in charge of clearing the building of enemies, while Alejandro was on guard with a gun to prevent anyone from escaping from the ghetto.

With the sound of gunfire, the entire settlement was quickly killed and wounded. Little did they know that the reason for their death was simply that an idiot wanted to get his hands on the camera.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for being promoted to level 4 and gaining three skill points and one attribute point.

There were a total of about forty people in the entire settlement, who contributed more than two hundred points of experience to him, and with the previous experience, Broly was promoted three levels in a row to the fourth level. It's just that the experience required for each upgrade is doubled, and now at level four, the experience required to upgrade is a full four hundred points.

The rules are that you get a skill point for each level you go up, and you get an attribute point for every level you get for every level you go, and the attribute points are much more precious than the skill points.

Without hesitation, he added attribute points to strength. The muscles of the whole body crumbled violently, and a surging force poured out from the depths of the body. He felt like his strength had increased by about a third.

This is a little scary, the improvement of his insistence on exercising during this period is far less than the improvement of adding points. And the intelligence that is difficult to train can also be improved by adding points, and it seems that attribute points are more precious than he expected.

"Who's there!"

Broly suddenly let out a low sigh and pulled out a half-grown boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old from a piece of grass. His face was full of panic, his face was very pale, and his whole body was shaking.

He knelt directly on the ground, and was about to open his mouth to beg for mercy.

"Bang!"

The boy was killed by a blow, and his lifeless body fell to the ground weakly.

Broly put away his gun and sat back in the car.

Alejandro whistled.

"You're a lot more decisive than I thought, I thought I needed to help you with your gun."

Broly sat down in his chair and closed his eyes.

"Since he chose to pick up the gun and become a warrior, don't think about getting away on his knees."

Alejandro shrugged his shoulders, hastily cut off a few ears, put them in his pocket, and shook the ears in the bag, he cleaned up the scene, picked up all the bullet casings and bullets, and took the body with Broly's fingerprints on it.

Although the level of the Mexican police is not high, he still did not leave any clues at the scene because of his professional habits.

Throwing the pocket containing his ears in the passenger seat, he got into the car, picked up a cigarette and took a puff.

"What we're going to do next is going to drive the whole Reyes group crazy."

Broly said indifferently.

"I just like to drive people crazy."