The main story part of the card is still being modified.

This part is a side story involving the nine Yuan families.,If you're not interested.,Don't order it.。

I'm also writing about the era of the iron era.,But I've changed it several times.,I'm not satisfied.,If you have the chance, you'll release it again.。

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There's a lot more to prepare.

M870 shotgun.

A single warhead doped with mercury.

Colt revolver.

Grenade.

Kevlar body armor.

……

Originally, he still had a lot of time, but now he couldn't wait.

The man took a deep breath and focused on the bullet's bullet head.

- Expanded all-metal shelled bullets, although they look like a typical 9 cm all-metal bullet, after being fired, the notches on the warhead will expand and deform in the human body, so as to produce a strong vibration.

A total of 6,000 engraved warheads, all stacked in front of him, took him nearly three years to get them little by little.

For the past three years, he has been preparing.

He started exercising, running 19 kilometers a day.

He stopped smoking and refused alcoholic beverages, instead spending more time exercising.

In his forties, his physical strength has always been very poor, and occasionally he has a headache and fever, and he has to toss a little.

After three years of hard workout, his small belly disappeared and instead became a few solid abs.

Go to bed early and get up early every day, and through a good work and rest time, he has become extra healthy again and his energy has recovered.

He goes to work every day as usual, and the man has his own shop, and the business is okay.

On weekends, he attends services at a nearby church and chats with his neighbors in the community.

Yes, three years have passed since the incident, and everyone thinks that everything is considered a thing of the past.

But he knew very well that the matter was not over.

He didn't allow it to end like that.

That's why he prepared in such secrets, he paid close attention to the little news in the city, and even took the initiative to hire several private detectives to inquire about various news.

The basement had collected all the information about the drug trafficking organization, and he didn't know much about the organization long ago before the incompetent police department.

The drug trafficking group called "Hahn" is a small local reputation, and may not be comparable to the large drug trafficking organizations, but it is very harmful to the local community.

In fact, the real big local drug trafficking organization is not bad for the local population, and the group of "Jaén" is just a group of powerful thugs, half of whom are of Mexican descent who immigrated from the United States, not the local residents.

The thugs had no scruples, and they didn't have a good relationship with the surrounding organizations, but they did make a lot of money from drug trafficking, which at least allowed them to bribe corrupt police officers and court judges in the city.

Gangsters collude in Mexico, where Guerrero is one of the most dangerous areas for women, with an average of 500 women killed each year, four times as many as in the country.

During 2014, the former mayor of Iguala City and his wife created a horrific 9.26 incident.

A group of university students who opposed the mayor went to protest and were stopped by the police in the middle of the road, who then opened fire on the unarmed students, killing six and then putting the remaining 43 students in a police car.

Nine days later, the bodies of the students were found in mass graves.

According to the arrested police, the students were later handed over to a group of drug dealers, and since then, the 43 have disappeared from the world.

This is a tragedy that happened in the civilized world.

Mexico is a modern country that has abolished the death penalty, but this absurdity still happens in this country.

The police department is unreliable!

In the city's police stations and government offices, there are also eyes and ears of the other party.

He was well aware of this, so the whole investigation process was to use his own network.

It took him so long to figure out a lot of the truth, and he knew who he was going to take revenge on.

Quinn, the second son of the leader of Hahn, is the one who killed his own daughter nine times out of ten.

He didn't plan to let go of that little ghost, even if the other party was only seventeen years old, this kid who was not yet fully adult was a natural demon, imprinted in the same image as his demon father.

From the moment his daughter Shay's body was found on the beach three years ago, he swore a poisonous oath in his heart.

The murderer must be paid for in blood.

It's just that the police obviously have a lot of evidence, and the case has been tried for more than a year, and in court, the murderer Quinn was still released in court.

"It's useless! We can't fight them. ”

His friend lawyer Wright sighed: "The jury, the judge, and the witnesses were all sold out by them, and we lost this time, but if I insist on continuing the lawsuit with you, we will die." ”

"They've bribed the government departments, and the mayor, and no matter how much we collect, we can't sue Quinn, because as soon as the evidence reaches the police station, it's all gone."

"I'm sorry, I really can't help you, and I don't think it's a good idea for you to keep fighting them."

The friend refused to help him anymore because Wright was just an ordinary person, and he had a wife and son, so he couldn't put his life on the line for his friend.

(Yes, I shouldn't have rolled him up, he's not like me, and he's living a happy life.) ）

He remembers what had happened in the past as he reloaded the gun in his hand.

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"Say it! What the hell are you doing here to find me! ”

That day, he took the initiative to find the drug lord Hahn.

This thin-looking man does not look like a drug criminal, but like a company boss, in a suit and leather shoes, sitting in a chair still reviewing documents, and his mouth says: "It's really strange, we have looked for you many times before, and you refuse to talk to me, why did you come today." ”

Between entering the door, he was searched closely.

"My daughter was killed by your son, and you must give me an explanation."

"Say, what say? Whether there was murder or not, it's not up to you to say it, you know, the court pronounced him not guilty. ”

"He did kill my daughter, and we both know that."

He took the initiative to find the head of this villain to ask for an explanation.

"Quinn will be acquitted because you 'Hahn' bribed the judge, but I have a lot of evidence......"

He confessed: "I also know that I really can't sue your son, but I recently heard that you are running for local council, and I think you don't want anyone to spread some rumors on the Internet, right?" ”

"So, sir."

Hahn put down his pen, paused, and looked at him.

"What do you want to do?"

He took a deep breath and held out five fingers.

"Give me this number and nothing will happen."

Next, he collected the "evidence" that he and his friend Wright had collected for more than half a year, including countless efforts, all in an envelope and threw it on the table.

"Give me the money, and then you can do whatever you want......"

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He got a lot of money, at least he didn't get money for most of his life.

All this was premeditated by him, and he knew that it was useless to act recklessly.

Getting this money, on the one hand, can dispel the suspicion of the drug trafficking group about him; On the other hand, his subsequent revenge will also require a lot of money.

Using secret channels, collecting guns and weapons in an unseen way, bribing the police to find the flaws in the "Hahn" organization, using money to collect and sell eyeliner, and investigating the every move of Hahn and his son Quinn, all of which require money.

A piece of news came from the TV in the basement.

It was Quinn who killed a passerby while driving while drunk, and recently paid a large bail to get out of jail unharmed.

In this country, getting in and out of jail is as easy for the wealthy as staying in a hotel.

From the eyeliner, he also knew that Quinn would soon be going abroad, and Hahn felt that this son was a problem, but still spent a huge amount of money to send him out.

Once the other party leaves the city, he will never want to catch him.

"Shay, I'm so sorry, Daddy has to wait until now to avenge you."

Tonight is the best time to go.

He's ready for anything.

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Hanrez drank his beer and walked down the stairs as he walked into the men's restroom when the phone rang.

"Hey, okay, I got it."

"Didn't drink much, and there's nothing wrong with that."

"Got it, I'll come over now."

He finished urinating from the urinal and before he could turn around, a rifle butt smashed into his head.

Hanrez fell to the ground, his head covered in blood.

"Hello, Hanrez, I'm your friend."

The muzzle of the black hole pressed against his head, and in front of the trembling Hanres, a man dressed in black pointed a pistol at him.

"I'd like to ask a question, where is Quinn ...... now?"

"Friend, don't shoot."

A big cold sweat appeared on Hanrez's forehead.

"He's on the twelfth floor, that bastard is kicking around, you, how the hell did you get in, there's a monitor upstairs......"

Intelligence on the little gangster Hanrez.

He also understands something.

This guy is Quinn's pig friend, and he is one of the people who killed Shay at the time.

The medical examiner secretly told him in the café that the group had tormented her for at least forty-eight hours, and that the poor girl had died covered in bruises and swollen limbs.

He inquired again about the situation upstairs, and shoved the silencer-mounted pistol into his mouth, causing the bullet to pass through the back of his head.

He shoved his head into the toilet and blocked the door of the private room with a broom.

He also trampled on the phone and threw it from the upper floor into the haystack below.

"That is, is that guy on the twelfth floor?"

This thirteen-storey building is a drug production site bought by "Hahn".

With his knowledge of the interior of the level, as well as the skills he had exercised, he moved carefully, and the journey was very smooth.

This drug trafficking organization is so arrogant that they have no enemies in the city, and the police will not come to the door to find trouble.

So defensively, there were only a few poisoned dogs downstairs, and the unlucky one.

Each floor upstairs has their own staff.

These guys were too negligent to let themselves succeed.

Ducked into the safe passage and made his way upstairs as he tried to avoid the surveillance.

He knew the layout of the building, but he didn't know where Quinn was.

It's a drug dealer's lair, and once they find out about Hanrez's situation, they can't fly themselves.

This has a total of thirteen floors, and the elevator cannot be used, otherwise you will be killed as soon as you enter the door.

When he reached the eleventh floor, he found that the entrance to the stairs had been sealed.

He simply tiptoed and climbed up from the window, more than ten stories high, for ordinary people to be dizzy just by looking at it, but he did not hesitate to climb to the balcony of the twelfth floor.

He heard the sound of drowsy heavy metal music, and above the balcony, Quinn and his henchmen were still cheering, unaware that the god of death had arrived.

"No one will be able to forgive you tonight."

Because I'm going to kill.