Morelia City, Mitchen.

Morelia is the capital of Mitcheng State and is an old colonial city listed on the World Heritage List, but even in the capital of a state, Morelia is not as safe as it should be, and the news of killings is commonplace, and there are countless mayors who have died in office since the new century.

If you want to say that Mexilica has the best security, it is still Cancun as a tourist city on the national card.

And even at the border of Amesilika and Mexilica, there are often tragic news about who and whose whole family were killed, including the oolong incident of Mexilica's gang looking away and mistakenly killing Ameirika's nationals.

Of course, if there is really an oolong wrongful killing, it will be a catastrophe for the gangs involved, and Ameirika's politicians will definitely not let go of this kind of sudden incident that can increase the support rate.

Under the strong order of Amei Lika, Mexilica will also use the army to clean up the bandits, and the bandits who are invincible on weekdays will only shrink their tails and be people, and dare not resist the pressure from the north, otherwise it will not be the Mexilica police, but the army sent by the north to help suppress drugs.

As the country's largest agricultural province, Mitcheken's abundant resources have become a curse, and various gangs have flourished in the state and acted as 'tax collectors'.

Mexilica is a typical country that has fallen into the middle-income trap, with a very high urbanization rate, but also a very high poverty rate, and the poor are mostly concentrated in the cities, which has created a staggering slum landscape, and the residents living in the slums have become the best source of soldiers for the Mexilica gang.

Fear of poverty or death is a question worth weighing for the poor.

A city villa, a sports car or muscle car parked at the door, just looking at the spitting sign on it is enough to make people take a detour, not to mention that there are black-clothed people guarding the door, proper gang configuration.

The wicked people in the slums are afraid to approach this manor house, and as for the police in Morelia City, who will care about a good drug lord who abides by the law?

The mountain silk seedling industry has brought huge profits, and the gangsters also need to decorate the row with poverty and luxury.

"Lost?"

Porfirio frowned and listened to his report, putting down the newspaper in his hand.

Judging from his appearance and temperament, Porfirio definitely doesn't look like a big drug lord, but instead makes people feel like a professor in a university.

Or the kind of senior elite professor who has won at least a few awards and went to the hospital to find a doctor to seek a treatment plan for hair loss.

"Yes." The subordinate nodded, and the subordinates' appearance was very in line with the needs of the profession, rough, savage, and a slap could fan other people's eyes out of their sockets, "It's been more than two days, and no one has come back to report, and the contact is invalid, and all of them are lost." ”

There is often only one end to the loss of contact in Messilica, either on the news or never again.

"Oh?" Porfirio took a sip of water, "Attacked? ”

After finishing speaking, Porfirio himself shook his head first: "Whether it is attacked by other gangs or regular troops, at least there must be a time to call and notify, and there will not be even the slightest message." ”

"You're right." The rugged subordinate nodded approvingly: "There are no other gangs that have claimed responsibility for the attack at the moment. ”

"That's weird." The death of a dozen people is not a trivial matter for Porfirio, and he only has one or two hundred gun-wielding members under him, "Did you send someone to investigate?" ”

"Well, it's been sent, and there should be news soon. The missing members were originally going to teach the small village below a lesson...... Could it be the small village that did it? ”

Porfirio narrowed his eyes, if the people of the small village dared to resist, they had to teach them a big lesson, otherwise all other places would follow suit and resist, should their gang work continue?

It's just that you can't go too far, once you break the rules on the surface, even if you provoke the regular army to take action, it's not easy for other gangs to say anything.

I really envy my fellow warlords in Africa, who can easily make military actions to wipe out a tribe.

While the two were talking, several people who had been dispatched to investigate more than a hundred kilometers away parked their cars on the side of the road.

There is only one road to the small village and town, and when I saw the 'abandoned' pickup truck on the side of the road, several people came forward to observe it alertly.

They didn't look closely, just distinguishing from the wreckage of the car made them immediately alert, the wreckage had the coat of arms of the Gitans family!

The vehicles of their own gang have been destroyed like this, so what happened to the relatives and brothers still need to be considered?

"Sure enough, it was attacked, damn it!"

"The notice is above, and the former family brother is very likely to ...... All of them have been killed. ”

Corpses can be preserved in their natural environment for several days, but only if they are intact and the natural environment is ideal enough, but Mesilica does neither, and the body that has been blown to pieces becomes a feast for characteristic scavengers.

There were only a few pieces of body scattered along the roadside, and if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to find them.

Fortunately, the members of the Gitans family were experienced in dismembering corpses, and they could easily identify which part of the human body was in the joint.

Just when a few people were sad and indignant, several civilian cars slowly drove from a distance, all of which were bargains of tens of thousands of pesos, and the bandits would simply drop the price if they used such cars.

Seeing several gang members gathering their bodies, the speed of the car slowly slowed down until it came to a complete stop.

"Whew!"

The smoke from the tires hit the faces of the gang members, and they were caught off guard and ate a mouthful of ash.

"Damn, can you drive, it's going to die......"

When they ate a mouthful of ashes, they scolded and stood up with the bag.

There are also people who are ready to get in the car and get guns to scare these stupid guys who can't drive, or at least knock down a sum of money.

But as the doors opened, the music playing in the car stereo reached the ears of several people.

The music was deafening, and the people in the car seemed to be hearing impaired.

Instead of dynamic electronic music or lyrical ballads, the car was playing hymns from the church choir.

When it comes to the deceptive nature of this move, it is probably equivalent to the great sorrow curse of Huaguo.

And under the background music of the 'Great Compassion Mantra', the people in the car came out with the 'Buddha light'.

A group of people with rifles in their hands, full of murderous intent, this kind of scene gang members have seen a lot.

But they've never seen anyone wrap their guns tightly wrapped in white paper with sentences from the Classics written on them!

"Amen."

The old priest's appearance is even more exaggerated, holding a rune shotgun in both hands, and his body is also draped like a gun with a strip of cloth engraved with runes, and there is a Latin "classic" pinned to his waist.

A thick one, enough to be bulletproof, the overall shape is pompous and loyal.

He raised his shotgun, the muzzle of which hung from the cross.

"Whoever God sees and can act, kill him!!"

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