Flickering street lights flickered.

Tijuana at night is quiet.

In addition to the customers who come to travel without knowing whether to live or die, there are only some unscrupulous practitioners left who are still wandering outside.

There is a possibility that the body of the former will be found floating on the Tekat River tomorrow, someone will take a severed arm with a high-priced watch to sell the stolen goods, and then the police will give you a...

Excuses for suicide.

In Tijuana, it's too simple to die a person.

Gao Jun stood at the mouth of the alley, looking around vigilantly, Paul was arguing with a street girl, and in the end, he gave her $10, and didn't forget to touch the other party, and walked over with a smile on his face.

"I know where to find those societies."

"That's your charm?" Gao Jun asked rhetorically.

"Money is a man's best means of conquest, and falling in love will only waste time."

"So, so is Catherine?"

Paul jumped to his feet and looked very excited, "Of course not, we are true love, God has testified." But as soon as he smiled at Gao Jun, his momentum withered, "Well, occasional stealing is also the joy of life." ”

See?

If you believe in the man's mouth, at least he will be unlucky.

The girl said that there are three active local associations, the Tijuana group led by the Benjamin and Ramon brothers, the LZT group founded by a group of Guatemalans, and another group of about 200 local associations, led by a captain of the Mexican special forces GAFE, which is very combative.

"In the shooting you encountered on the street today, the killer was largely the Tijuana Group, and the victim was the son of Pittman, the second leader of the LZT organization, and his fiancée was the daughter of a local judge."

"The three of them have recently fought each other in order to control the port plantation industry, and this month alone, at least more than 400 people have died." Including talking eloquently, making the entire black zone of Tijuana clear.

Gao Jun looked at him in surprise, "What do you know from that girl?" ”

"In Mexico, the last thing to be afraid of is the discussion of traditional industries, and if there were no women on the street, I am afraid they would have been dragged to sell their organs."

God has abandoned Mexico!

As you can imagine, in the local church, the mass is not wine and bread, but a mouthful of "big meat" of good purity.

Draw to the top, pull God and sing together.

Thankfully, it's not Buddhism.

Otherwise, if you light two roots, the Buddha will be addicted.

"We belong to the Tijuana Group, I just heard that the second in command of this organization, Ramon, is in a bar, let's go to him, Gao, don't have a conflict with them, they are not only a society, but also the largest flour supplier in Tijuanadi, you know what I mean." The playful Paul was also cautious at this time.

I couldn't help but remind two sentences.

"Of course, don't worry, but I think you should be calm, don't let others see our details, remember who we said at the hotel?"

Paul nodded, "We're arms dealers, we're from San Francisco, we want to open up a market in Mexico, and my father is the head of a local military factory, so we can get low prices." ”

This excuse is of course full of loopholes, but for the community, why debunk you?

You can provide weapons, they can get them at the lowest price, who cares who you are?

Federal Drug Enforcement Administration?

Don't mess around buddy.

We didn't hear that you were coming, and the president didn't call me.

The two of them talked to each other, don't walk towards their destination.

In Cambiaso Avenue, one of the busiest streets in Tijuana, a slightly more popular store, in front of the 24-hour convenience store, standing yawning, a tired addict with a tired face, his eyes scanned like an eagle, when he saw Gao Jun,

Immediately showed bad intentions.

Along the way, he has been stared at several times.

If the ability to resist pressure is weak, it is guaranteed to collapse.

Gao Jun was very calm, took out the pistol directly, and walked on the road with a swagger.

Boy!

Obviously, those covetous glances were much milder.

They are just a gang of gangsters who want to rob, real community members, and they are organized to pay their salaries on time.

Community in Mexico has long been formalized.

Come to this kind of place, if you don't bring some guys, you can't control the scene.

Limantour Bar.

This should actually be a slow shake, that is, an entertainment place with very soft music, Ramon of the Tijuana Group is more obsessed with classical music, this place, he opened.

I can't imagine that a major supplier is so interested.

Colombia's Escobar is also the country's biggest philanthropist.

Walking inside, the two saw Ramon at a glance, not because he looked good, but...

There are five bodyguards standing next to this guy, which is very eye-catching.

The people who came to consume inside were consciously far away from this big guy, so they could see the polarization, with dozens of people crowded on one side and him sitting alone.

Before the big guy was caught, he was full of momentum.

"Are you shaking?" Paul saw Gao Jun trembling and lowered his voice and said.

"No, no, I'm just excited, I feel my adrenaline rushing because I feel like I'm going to do my first big business." Gao Jun's whole body was jumping.

He found that he was interested in and excited about this taboo, restricted, and condemned industry.

He was born to eat this bowl of rice.

Gao Jun moistened his throat, with a smile on his face, and walked straight towards Ramon, which was very conspicuous, and someone on the other side kept looking at the big guy, and couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw an Asian who was not afraid of death leaning over.

The bodyguard came up, stopped him, and looked up and down, "Sir, please get out of here." ”

If you see it, the community knows "please".

Do business, be polite.

Ramon, who was closing his eyes, opened his eyes and turned around, a bearded man who looked like a butcher.

There was indifference in his eyes.

It's impossible to say that there is no pressure.

Gao Jun felt his heart stop suddenly, then beat faster, and smiled, "Mr. Ramon, this Paine's First Symphony is not great, you should listen to Ives's work." ”

"You know classical music too?" Ramon came interested.

Gao Jun knows what a fart!

He had only walked a few short steps from Paul's to the idea of accosting him, and besides, he had just learned about Paine's music, having gone to the auditorium to hear the school's troupe show.

As for Ives, he died in 1954, and the music channel still plays it regularly, and his ears are calloused.

You can not understand the salesman, but you have to be able to say it.

Looks, the amount of alcohol, and knowledge, you have to get a little bit of it, right?

"My grandfather was a virtuoso, but unfortunately he wasn't that famous, I just know a little bit."

Ramon nodded when he heard this, but didn't speak again.

Walt?

Shouldn't I be invited to sit down at this time?

The script is wrong!

Gao Jun felt that the atmosphere was wrong, his mind turned, and he hurriedly said, "But, Mr. Ramon, now I have found a sound that is similar to a musical note. ”

There was a question in the other party's eyes.

Gao Jun picked up the briefcase, stuck it on his arm, opened it to them, and saw a few guns lying quietly inside, which made the bodyguard tidy, and nervously took out the gun and pointed it at him.

"Don't be nervous, I've found that you can play G major as long as you have enough bullets, and of course, I recommend you use this Glock-19, it plays better."

"To reside, my name is Nicholas. Yuri, an arms dealer with a passion for music and world peace. ”

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