City of Morelia.

"You guys were attacked? Who is the other party? Protect yourself first...... Hey, hey! ”

Porfirio listened to his subordinates growling into their phones, and his face became serious.

"Crazy? What madman? Make it clear! ”

"Hello? Feed! ”

"All killed?"

"It should all ...... Killed. "The gunfire on the mobile phone has stopped, and the family and brothers who were killed have left no useful information.

The gangs in Mitcheng have not fought for a long time, and in recent years the territory of each gang has been fixed, and it is inconvenient for anyone to break the rules and take the lead without sufficient opportunities.

So which gang family would dare to break the rules so risky.

Is Nazario's Templar Order? Or the decaying Zhetas?

The former is an old adversary under the guise of evangelicalism, and the latter is too old and decrepit.

Or an alien gang?

Just as Porfirio was thinking about who was behind it, the sound came from his phone on the hands-free button.

"Hey, anyone?"

The subordinate stared, as if he could make the other party scared with his angry beastly expression through the phone: "Who are you?!" How dare you attack the people of our Gitans family! ”

"The Gitans family, it's you." On the other end of the phone is an old voice, gentle and powerful.

"You are about to be judged, and under the guidance of the Lord the Father, your lives will be turned to death!"

After finishing speaking, the communication was immediately hung up, and the words that made people confused.

Porfirio had a strange face, he felt that he could be more or less an evangelical, and he was the kind who built many churches and was very religious, but he would never suddenly pull out the Lord of Heaven while talking to others.

Do you really want to live on the theater stage?

But this particular way of speaking is very much like the big drug lord entrenched in Mitchane and several surrounding states......

Knights Templar!

Although the name is a bit of a two-fold one, it is one of the most powerful forces in the west of Mesilica.

Since more than 10 years ago, he has quickly established himself with methods that can be called cruel in the ranks of drug dealers, and many lives have been contaminated with his subordinates.

Even more bizarre about the Knights Templar's internal management was the atmosphere of secondary and religious affairs, not based on patriarchal relations, but like a diocese, though Porfirio believed that the Holy See would never canonize even half a regional bishop to the order.

"Get everyone ready, if he wants to fight, then fight." Porfirio snorted, "Contact the Knights Templar headquarters again and ask if they are starting the war......"

Porfirio is sober-headed, and he has not lost his judgment because of other people's provocations, and if he makes an oolong incident, he will let others take advantage of it.

At the sound of the order, the mobilization for war began in the city of Morelia.

The dilapidated slums are far in sight, and the women standing on the street are still wearing relatively clean clothes, but they can tell from their faces that many people are contaminated with things that should not be there, and young men do hard work for a day and day, and the brave can beckon friends to go to the street to do quick money.

Children who should be studying in school at this age are also left in the slums with nothing to do.

"Quick, quick."

"Come to work, I'll give you two pouches when I'm done."

"Slackers, get up and go to the Gitans family!"

"Where's my weapon?"

"Two bags? I'm going too, and you're going to give me three bags, and I'll be at the front. ”

There are a huge number of poor people living in the amazing slums of Mexilica, and the idle young poor have become the 'hostages' of the mountain silk miao, and in order to obtain pleasure, they have to obey the dispatch of the gang leader, so the gang of only a few hundred people can instantly gather a large number of 'soldiers' in the city.

Even if these recruits are vulnerable, untrained, and even carry small daggers in their hands, they can't stand the numerous.

Moreover, if it is a war against drugs, the government of Mexilica will have a lot of scruples about attacking the poor.

There may be amateur killers lurking in every slum building, or a multimillion-dollar deal going on, and the police have to think twice about entering the slums.

Slums are a breeding ground for sin in Latin America, and as long as they are not eradicated, chaos will continue to arise all the time.

Teenage children walked through the slums with weapons, banging on walls as they went, shouting at their companions to go to the 'front line'.

As soon as the awakened friends heard that there was a business to do, they all raised their spirits and followed them to the front line with weapons.

Porfirio, they know. One of the big drug lords in the city, or the food and clothing parents of many people, may also go to work under Porfirio when he grows up.

And Porfirio's residence is not a secret in Morelia, and their big drug lord acts openly and openly.

Kill whoever you say, even if you kill the wrong one time, you won't kill the wrong one next time, and you don't have to hide yourself in a trivial matter like your residence.

"Boss, it's not the Knights Templar's doing."

Porfirio stood on the top floor of the villa, watching the young men who had come for pleasure gather around the villa.

In a short period of time, the number of people reached thousands, and they were densely packed together, surrounding Villa Porfirio into a Somali war zone.

With such a huge number of personnel transfers, the police in Morelia found that something was wrong even if they were any decorations, and a phone call flew between the police and the police, and between the police and the gangs, and the police did not even need to ask their informants in the drug lord, they could just ask the drug lord.

The Mexilica police and the drug lord are two sides of the same coin, taking care of each other.

But when the phone calls were going around, even the police in Morelia were confused, and they didn't understand which side was going to fight with whom, and who was going to storm Porfirio?

And even Porfirio couldn't tell who they were defending against, a bewildering all-out war.

"Wait and see."

The police in Morelia City are also very chicken thieves, since two groups of guys who are not good guys are going to war, why should the police intervene?

I wish they had their brains out of their dogs, and finally the police would collect the corpses, of course, they should be careful not to let the area of engagement expand too much, and it would not be good if it affected too many ordinary people.

Several farm tool trucks were driving in the city of Morelia as if they were strolling through the countryside, and the police in Morelia were too slow to react until they passed before they could pull up the cordon.

"Was that car anything weird?"

Police vehicles and agricultural vehicles passed by, and the policeman sitting in the passenger seat watched the convoy from the rearview mirror.

"What's wrong? Did you see the gun? ”

"Not really...... Forget it, maybe I read it wrong. He took off his hat and scratched his head, he didn't know how to explain the scene.

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