The 3,169-kilometer-long border separates the United States and Mexico. It also divides the two ends of the border into different worlds.

Less than 300 meters in a straight line, just across this five-meter-high barbed wire fence, is the bustling United States of America. Nuevo Laredo, a Mexican border town, is named after the small town of Laredo, Texas, across the border. Although the name of the town has the word 'new' in it, there is no doubt that there is a strong irony in it, whether it is Mexican or American.

Covered in ruins, there is not a single building more than five stories tall except for the mountains of garbage, which is almost heaven and earth compared to Laredo, Texas opposite. The unique geographical location of Nuevo Laredo, a border town less than 300 meters away from the United States, has become one of the important drug distribution centers in Mexico. Any matter that is linked to interests will inevitably lead to disputes, and if this interest can reach 300 percent, anyone will be willing to trample on the law for him. And how much more about drugs, the white gold that flooded the 20th century, with a profit of more than 300 percent? From production to processing, a kilogram of drugs costs only $10,000 to $15,000. But when these addictive white powders are shipped to the United States, they can be bought for 100,000 dollars. Ten times the profit, which can make anyone take risks for it.

If the neat streets and well-dressed crowds of Laredo across the border are a reflection of the prosperity of the capitalist power of the United States, then the new Laredo on the border is hell on earth. There is nothing but the destitute and destitute, the mountains of garbage, and the drug dealers who are swaggering through the city with heavy weapons, not even the general public facilities such as hospitals and schools, because even Nightingale is reborn. Nor may he dare to save the wounded in this bullet-ridden and killing-filled New Laredo. The only subject of disputes between drug dealers is interests, and all disputes involving interests can only be resolved with guns in the land of Nuevo Laredo.

Common methods such as beheading, throat cutting, and door destruction are just a piece of cake. Some gangsters want to show their strength. It is not unheard of that the members of the betrayal organization will be chopped up and fed to the dogs.

In the chaotic land of Nuevo Laredo, guns have become a necessity of daily life, from septuagenarians to six-year-olds. The people who live here either join a gang or serve the gang indirectly, or try to get out of this hellish place. Other than that, there is no third way to go.

Manuel is a native of Nuevo Laredo, Mexico. I don't want to join the gang and be the one who kills or gets killed. Manuel is a profession that many natives of Nuevo Laredo do. 'Shawl Guest'. This kind of industry, which is outside the gangs and has a substantial service for the gangs, has been born since the day Nuevo Laredo became an important drug distribution center in Mexico. In Nuevo Laredo, loyalty is just a joke, and everyone knows that loyalty is the least valuable thing here. If members of their own gang are used to carry drugs across the border to the United States, the gang bosses will inevitably worry about whether their subordinates will donate money and flee without money. After all, cheap loyalty is not as realistic as the millions of dollars in front of you. This is how the industry of all 'shawl customers' was born.

A native of Nuevo Laredo, who has a family in tow. They are familiar with the long border, and the barbed wire fence was originally a place for their childhood fun. After parents and relatives were held hostage by drug dealers. The 'shawlers' carried hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of drugs across the border, and if each trip went well, they could get at least $10,000 to $30,000. After all, the life and death of their families are in the hands of drug dealers, and these 'shawl passengers' who carry drugs across the border naturally dare not play tricks.

Manuel has been a 'shawlman' for more than two years, and has successfully crossed the border six times in two years, so he can be regarded as an experienced 'shawlman', because he runs faster than the dogs of the US border police on the other side. So people gave him the nickname 'Wolf Dog'.

In this ghost place of Nuevo Laredo, in love? Tie the knot? That's a dream story. A childhood playmate, in order to make a living, he can only rely on selling his body to survive. There is no shame in being a prostitute in Nuevo Laredo. Manuel remembers his first trip with five kilograms of drugs. received a reward of 10,000 US dollars, and Manuel naturally wanted to go chic with the money, but he ran into his childhood playmate. Unexpected encounters, no joy of reunion, no romance, only cold transactions, looking at the girl's numb look, Manuel's numb heart, actually ached faintly. Resentment? The native-born New Laredo has learned to accept his fate. Born here, it is destined to be a tragedy, and resentment and complaining are just a waste of words. It's better to think about how to live realistically.

After a night of money trading, Manuel somehow found his childhood playmate again. Maybe because of loneliness, two lonely hearts met and had a child. With a family, Manuel's 'shawl' worked harder, and others only carried a maximum of ten kilograms, but he hoped to bring a little more and get paid a little more. Climb over a five-metre-high barbed wire fence and be careful to avoid the U.S. Border Police, as it can be difficult to escape if you carry too much.

Sparse stubble, swarthy Manuel and many locals in the 'shawl' trade, sitting in an abandoned church waiting for work, this place is the market where drug dealers recruit 'shawl customers'. He was wearing a red Adidas sweatshirt that had been scavenged from the garbage sent by the Americans, a dirty sweatshirt, and a large stain on his chest. Washed white jeans were also scooped from the garbage. In addition to the need for food and water, most of the people living in Nuevo Laredo rely on the daily delivery of American household garbage. There is no shortage of discarded household appliances, clothes, and these things, as long as they fit and are put on.

Drug dealers with heavy weapons drove those old vehicles through the city, but none of them stopped. Many 'shawl customers' who are waiting for the job think that they can't get the job today and have gone home early. Inside the old church. Only Manuel and one companion were left. It was nearly noon, and Manuel was bored with the stones on the ground, flicking the glass bottle not far away.

"Hey, Manuel heard that your mother-in-law is pregnant again?" The companion in the vest shouted at Manuel who was bouldering.

Manuel smiled helplessly: "Yes, who knows how she is so good at giving birth!" Pregnant again! Alas, all want to make a few more orders. ”

"If you regenerate, it's the fourth, right? Four little guys, even if you run one order a month, you can't afford to raise it! If you don't get to the city, you can do it," sighed his companion. This hellish place in Nuevo Laredo. Hospitals, such public facilities, have long been abandoned. The public hospital was now a den for dispensing drugs. People here can only carry it when they are sick. If you want to have surgery, you have to go to the nearby city.

Manuel shook his head and smiled, "Every life has its meaning. It doesn't matter how hard and tired it is, it's a big deal to run two orders a month."

"Damn! You're optimistic, in this hellish place, it's harder to get a condom than a gun, and if you bring some condoms back and buy them the next time you cross the border, you might be able to make a lot of money! Hahaha..."The companion in the vest laughed to himself.

Manuel smiled and said no more, lost the stone in his hand, and stood up to find some more. I thought I'd wait a while if I didn't get a job today. Then I have to go home. On the sandy wooden floor, people stepped on it and made a 'crunch' sound. As he walked, there was a 'click', and Manuel's whole leg was empty, and the old floor was trampled out of a hole by Manuel. Although he was wearing jeans, the sawdust still pierced Manuel's thighs. I tried to turn my ankle and 'exhaled' for air. Fortunately, there were no fractures, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to start work in the next few days. Pull the leg out of the gap. I just stepped on it, as if I had stepped on something soft. Manuel was overjoyed, thinking that this might be something of value hidden by some drug lord, and glanced at his companion with his back to him, and was relieved to see that he had not noticed anything unusual. Lie on the ground and reach into the hole in the ground. After a while, I felt as if I had touched a package, and carefully took out the package.

"Huh?" Looking at the package in front of him, Manuel was puzzled, with a red background and a white circle and a black iron cross pattern. Even the uneducated Manuel knew that this was the hallmark of Nazi Germany during World War II. This Nazi flag is wrapped in this hard object. "Could it be an antique left behind by German soldiers during World War II?" Manuel said secretly. When I opened the wrapped Nazi flag, a copper spearhead appeared, and the dark black blade was wrapped in brass, and the brass was wrapped with iron wire, which looked to be some years old. Just as Manuel was looking at the spearhead wrapped in the Nazi flag, there was a sparse voice in his ears, "Pick him up, pick him up, don't be snatched by others" Manuel's pupils shrank, and the whole person seemed to be bewitched by this voice, looking around in horror, holding this spearhead in his arms, as if he was really afraid of others taking it away.

At this time, Li She, who was sitting in the 'gray area' of Mexico City, was covered for a while, and the 'Spear of Destiny', the murder weapon that killed Jesus, reappeared in the world, and the evil aura released can be imagined. In addition, Li She captured the 'Spear of Langkinus', that is, the body part of the 'Godkiller Spear', from the world of "Neon Genesis Evangelion", so he is naturally familiar with the breath of the head of the 'Spear of Destiny'. With the aura of the 'Spear of Destiny' flashed. The breath of the archangel Gabriel also appeared throughout Mexico.

Shaking the wine glass in his hand, Li She smiled even more on his face, "I originally thought that six years later would be the day when the 'Spear of Destiny' appeared. I didn't expect everything to be ahead of schedule due to my presence! Li She said secretly. The last time Nissa came back at Christmas, she had already said that the Dawson sisters had been found by Posesa, and now it seems that Posessa, the half-blood demon, has begun to bewitch Isabelle. Dawson jumped off a building and committed suicide. Then the birth of the 'Spear of Destiny' is to say. Although the trajectory of the world has returned to normalcy under the arrangement of the will of the world, it is indeed ahead of schedule at this time. It seems that the Mexican named Manuel has discovered the 'Spear of Destiny', but the archangel Gabriel, an ancient angel, is always watching Manuel who holds the 'Spear of Destiny', and if he wants to seize the 'Spear of Destiny' now, Gabriel, the archangel, Li Sheke does not have the confidence to compete with it.

Every person is born in this world and has his own meaning. Manuel, a 'good man' who grew up in New Laredo, but takes care of his family and is willing to carry drugs across the border for the sake of his wife and children's lives. It seems that he was born to wait for this moment of encounter with the 'Spear of Destiny'. Born in New Laredo, which is like hell on earth, but still maintains a kind heart. It makes people sigh that creation makes people. Isn't that what the 'Spear of Destiny' means? (To be continued......)

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