Nieto was driven behind the wall of a building on the side of the street, and fifty meters away from them was a barricade made of abandoned vehicles. Beside him were fifty trembling companions, all silent, but with frightened faces.

"Can anyone tell me what gun I need to have in my magazine? Please tell me how I can use it. Nieto asked his companion profusely in a sweat, but no one answered him.

The bearded Guzmán was slowly walking past Nieto, which made him shut his mouth, but there was a deep resentment in his heart. Looking at the other man's back, it gave Nieto the urge to kill him with one shot and then run away. In fact, many people at the scene had the same intention as Nieto.

Bang......!

Nieto felt the warmth of the splattering blood again, and one of his fellow gunmen doubled his hands, as if trying to raise the gun, but a bullet killed him immediately. The weight of the terror caused Nieto to cry out loudly, and after a few screams, he saw the beard return to him.

"This guy wants to shoot me in the back, right? But he didn't succeed. Guzmán had a devil's smile on his face. Behind him, Koval, as a sniper, had just withdrawn his pistol.

"Sir, I don't know. I swear I don't know what he's going to do? The resentment in Nieto's heart immediately disappeared, and was replaced by fear, and he felt an uncontrollable urge to urinate in his lower body, and his whole body was weak, and even his steps were vain. Seeing that the gun on the corpse was snatched away by another person next to him, he couldn't help but regret why he didn't move faster.

"Don't faint, kid, or I'll never get you up." Guzmán looked at Nieto's body a little erratic, and patted him on the shoulder with a sinister smile.

A chill rushed from the tail vertebrae to the top of his head, and Nieto immediately straightened up and shouted in a stiff tone: "No, I will not faint." ”

"Very good!" Guzmán pulled a cigarette roll out of his pocket, shoved it into Nieto's mouth, and lit him with a lighter, "Smoke a cigarette and you'll feel better." ”

It's ****** cigarettes, and the Zhetas gang made a fortune by selling all kinds of drugs in the United States, and they have never lacked marijuana. Before Nieto came to the United States, his father had warned him not to touch drugs, never to touch them. But while he smoked, he silently shed tears, and now he could only throw any warnings aside.

The team of fifty people was smoking marijuana, and even the corpse on the ground had a stick stuffed in its mouth. After distributing ****** cigarettes to everyone, Guzmán said loudly: "Don't overestimate your abilities, any resistance, escape, and slack will be punished."

And if you can cross the street fifty meters, you can stop and rest, there will be drinks, women for you to use, and another team will take your place to attack. Now hurry up and finish your cigarette and pray to Our Lady. ”

A ****** cigarette made Nieto feel much better, he had strength, confidence, and freedom to move his hands and feet. Guzmán's words seemed to have a kind of magic that made him no longer afraid.

"Alright, now rush me! Rush! Rush! I'll cover you in the back, and you'll just have to rush through and win. Guzmán felt that the rabble had been almost trained, and he pushed them out of the corner with a shout.

Nieto held his magazine, kicked by Guzmán and began to run. He thought to himself: with a distance of fifty meters, it won't take even half a minute to run over. It shouldn't be difficult to rest as long as you run over.

But before the thought lasted five seconds, Nieto heard gunshots from the barricades opposite. One of his companions immediately in front of him fell. This man also had a magazine in his hand, and was wearing shabby and sloppy clothes, and when he was hit by a bullet, he leaned back, shook his hands, and a large bloody hole appeared in his back, and the body fell to the ground.

Nieto shuddered suddenly, and the anesthetized brain immediately came to its senses. Only then did he realize that his group was rushing forward without any covers. The guns on the opposite side were raining down, and the companions around him were dying rapidly.

"Rush, rush, rush, don't stop! Whoever dares to stop will die. Guzmán got an electric horn out of nowhere, and he hid behind the wall and continued to push his men into battle. And his partner, Koval, was watching the onrushing crowd from a high point in a building in the distance.

The rabble smoking marijuana is like a mad zombie, one by one. Some shouted loudly and ran quickly, some ran around, looking for cover, and some were frightened by death and simply fell to the ground and rolled.

And just fifty meters away, David. Lawrence was firing quickly and accurately with the M16A2 in his hand. He was accompanied by a dozen or so members of the raiding team, all of whom easily took out the crowd rushing from the opposite side as if they were shooting targets.

"Are these people crazy? I've killed at least four people. "One of the members of the raid team had just emptied a magazine and was changing it with his head raised slightly, as if trying to figure out what was going on on the other side. A single bullet knocked half of his skull flying.

The sudden death of his companion made the entire raiders behind the barricade can't help but bow their heads. Lawrence glanced at him quickly and shouted, "Be hidden, don't pop up, keep shooting." Can't stop, can't stop! ”

David. Lawrence still had a word left in his mind - there were snipers on the other side, and things were a little troublesome.

Driven by the Warlords, more and more Mexicans poured out of the streets. Drug addicts tend to be extremely crazy and impulsive, they are not even fighting, they are just running unconsciously, hitting bullets with their bodies.

Guzmán on the other side was also shouting 'can't stop', and he brandished his pistol and drove all fifty of his men out. Behind him, another hundred-man battle group was also driven out, and if someone ran a few steps too slow, the Overseers would definitely shoot mercilessly.

The streets were immediately filled with corpses, and there were even more figures running. They almost filled the entire street, and with a shuttle of bullets swept through, they could fall two or three people. Two or three people can fall, and four or five people will come out from behind.

The fallen corpses quickly became obstacles, and the rushing crowd stumbled. But they were still running wildly, shooting like crazy, and the more people died, the closer they got to the barricades. After running a distance of fifty meters, the daredevils finally rushed to David. Lawrence in front of him.

David. Six of Lawrence's men have died, only two were killed by stray bullets, and the rest were all killed by snipers on the opposite side. Seeing the frenzied thug climbing the barricades of vehicles, he drew his pistol and killed six or seven people in a row, but the follow-up people kept turning over one after another. The density of fire was too low to resist, and the people of the raiding team didn't even have time to change the magazine.

"Evacuate, evacuate here." David. Lawrence quickly led people into the building on the back street, and at the same time he urgently called out to Zhou Qingfeng and the others: "Victor, the front-line barricades have been lost, and the madmen of Zhetas rushed over desperately. I've retreated into the building on the street to stop them, but you must come back quickly! ”