Driving the car, Qiao Ge did not choose to drive straight into Mexico, but drove around the border wall for a long time before heading towards Mexico.

"Brother Qiao, aren't we waiting for Bai Lian to practice that kid?" Jiao Zuoren hadn't come out of the shadow of Brother Qiao's car yet, and his face was pale and he grabbed the backrest of the front seat.

Brother Qiao was holding a cigarette, as if he hadn't heard it, and it took a long time to respond to him, "Hurry up, let's go first, that kid won't be able to come over for a while, his father is not so easy to fool"

Mexico City, short for Mexico City, is one of the few safer cities in Mexico, but despite this, there are occasional shootings in such a bustling capital, not to mention where Jiaozuo people are at this time.

This is a slum about five or six kilometers away from the city, and it is hard to imagine that a few kilometers further south of such a poor place is the economically developed city of Mexico.

Looking at this so-called hotel with a broken wooden board as a door and two circles of iron wires as doorknobs on it, Jiao Zuoren was very desperate, "Qiao, Brother Qiao, let's live here?" ”

Brother Qiao was still dressed in the same outfit with cigarettes and sunglasses, and when he heard Jiao Zuoren's question, he replied impatiently, "Nonsense, otherwise I don't have any opinion if you sleep on the road."

"Go further and you're in Mocheng, why are you resting here, you look at the group of people on the side, look at us like a hungry wolf looking at a little fat sheep" Jiao Zuoren looked left and right at the "international friends" who were "kind-faced" around the car.

"Don't talk nonsense, go into the house and sleep, leave early tomorrow, if you want to go out for a walk, it's okay" Brother Qiao no longer paid attention to Jiao Zuoren's complaints, and opened the door that was already creaking and couldn't be counted.

Qin Longzu glanced at Jiao Zuoren in despair, "Remember to carry all the robbers in, otherwise we will be robbed by them as soon as we enter the house, you have to go out to play remember to bring a gun, remember, in the eyes of this group of people, the Chinese are the best to rob" After instructing, he also turned around and walked into the moldy house.

Looking at the canopy made of dilapidated wood that I don't know how long it took, and the thought of having three people sleep together in such a room at night, Jiao Zuoren couldn't help but tremble, and under the gaze of a "pair of international friends", he carried all the captured trophies into the house, and then picked two pistols and pinned them to his waist, it is worth mentioning that one of them was a GLK series of fully automatic pistols.

You must know that this kind of pistol has great requirements for the human body, and it is completely difficult to stabilize the ballistics with one hand, but this is not a problem for Jiao Zuoren at all, since it was seized from the head of the drug dealer, Jiao Zuoren has always loved this gun.

Jiao Zuoren, who had two guns pinned to his waist, was extremely inflated at this time, and he didn't care about the watchful eyes around him, and walked on the street of this slum by himself, and the more he walked, the more he felt the huge gap between the rich and the poor. But soon, Jiao Zuoren had no chance to continue thinking.

As soon as he walked to the corner, a cold muzzle was pressed against his head, which frightened him suddenly, but he did not resist immediately, but honestly raised his hands behind his head, turned the corner, and Jiao Zuoren was almost not scared.

In addition to the AK-47 on top of his head, there were at least six long and short guns of various models pointed at him.

I'm going to be robbed, I'm going to be robbed? You have six or seven guns, and I can't survive even if I'm a god.

Jiaozuo people, who were in a cold sweat, listened to the cordial greetings of several "international friends", although they couldn't understand it, they probably knew what it meant, it was nothing more than grabbing money.

Two of them looked at the young man who was not too old, and walked over with a gun at the signal of several other people to turn over Jiao Zuoren's trouser pockets, this turn didn't matter, and they touched two iron bumps on Jiao Zuoren's waist, and immediately yelled and retreated, holding a gun and pointing it at Jiao Zuoren.

Jiao Zuoren no longer hesitated, the results of the first half of the month's training also appeared, I saw his waist twisted, directly pulled out the GLK on the right side, thumb lightly pulled the safety, and then a series of tongues of fire spat out and swept out, Jiao Zuoren took advantage of the momentum to fall to the ground, and his left foot turned hard to pull out the 54 type on the left hand, everything was only done at the moment when Jiao Zuoren was searched, several robbers did not have time to react at all, plus they were too close, they were shot several times.

Jiao Zuoren stared coldly at the few people who had just reacted and had fallen to the ground and lost their lives, shook his head, replaced the GLK in his right hand with a magazine, and reinserted it into his waist.

However, Jiao Zuoren was not even handsome for ten seconds, and immediately leaned against the wall next to him and vomited, although this is not the first time Jiao Zuoren has killed someone, but the last time Jiao Zuoren was aroused to blood, plus he had fainted to death without giving him a chance to react at all, so there was no discomfort after killing someone.

And this time it was because of the instinctive reaction cultivated in nearly half a month of training, until the magazine in his hand was empty, looking at the corpse on the ground, this feeling of guilt and disgust for killing his own kind gradually surfaced.

The last killing did not leave a shadow, but the feeling of killing this time made Jiao Zuoren miserable.

Jiao Zuoren, who had completely lost the nature of idleness, inserted the pistol in his left hand into his waist, and walked back with a pale face, no longer looking at the life that had just been wiped out by himself.

What he didn't know was that just as he walked out of the corner, a figure with long hair and a cigarette in his mouth squatted on the ground and looked at the blood stains that were gradually drying up, and smiled at the red-haired man behind him.

"People have to grow up after all."