Dean tensed his nerves and reached for it.

That's the only place around that can be hidden.

Go over the weeds.

Dean looked stunned.

It turned out that there was a slope below.

Several cars were parked diagonally in the open area, and there were corpses lying on the ground in the middle, like a scene of black eating black.

Underneath the slope is where the road bends at the front.

It's no wonder that the four gunmen suddenly attacked Marago's police car.

Because they don't shoot, Marago's turn will see the scene as soon as he turns the corner...

Dean noted.

On the pickup truck on one side, there were two people leaning on the compartment, who seemed to have been shot, and judging by their skin color, they should be Mexicans like the group of gunmen.

A truce ahead.

It made the two of them a little uneasy.

From time to time, they stuck their heads out to look at Dean.

However, because of the terrain, Dean could easily see them, but it was difficult for them to see Dean who had been watching them through the cover of the dead grass.

Just as Dean pondered how to kill the two men below.

Marago, with Harry, alone carrying a semi-automatic rifle, rushed from behind.

"Dean, are you alright?" Harry asked with concern, ashamed that he hadn't offered any help beforehand.

"Shh Dean hinted at the two of them to be quiet and pointed downward: "There are two other accomplices of the gunman there, it seems that we are more unlucky, and we have met them in the dark." ”

"These are Mexican drug dealers!" , Marago saw the following situation at a glance: "This is not far from the border, they should have a problem in the transaction process, black eats black!" ”

Speaking of black eats black.

Marago's breathing was much shorter.

As an old Texan who has lived in this land all his life, he knows exactly what lies down there!

Drugs and money!

Dean noticed his strangeness, and the corners of his mouth turned up, guessing that he was thinking.

This is a good opportunity to test Harry.

Come to think of it.

Dean patted Marago's shoulder: "Harry is covering up above, let's go down and deal with them, maybe we have a windfall this time." ”

With that, he glanced at Marago meaningfully.

This arrangement is to prevent Malago from raising bad thoughts.

Marago immediately realized that Dean had seen through his thoughts, and thinking of his previous miraculous marksmanship, he didn't dare to refuse, and pulled out a row of bullets from his waist: "This is a revolver." ”

Dean didn't refuse.

Finish replenishing ammunition.

Dean and Marago slide down the slope from the side.

At the same time, Harry was up there, shooting indiscriminately into an open field.

The two men in the pickup truck were immediately attracted by the sound of gunfire and nervously aimed their guns at that side.

They didn't notice.

The two figures had quietly touched behind them.

One is close to fifty meters.

Dean found the right angle and raised his hand for two shots.

Almost at the same time.

In Dean's mind, a message crossed his mind: [Kill all the drug lords of the Bill family this time, solve the black eating case in the wilderness, experience +600]

The information on the panel affirms Dean's ruthless marksmanship.

Dean smiled at the corner of his mouth.

600 XP points in the account, comfortable.

Marago, who was on the sidelines, was startled by the gunshots.

He was worried that Dean would miss if he shot from such a distance, and then he was startled, and immediately looked nervously at the pickup.

I saw the rear compartment of the pickup truck, and the previous two people could no longer be seen, only the front of the pickup truck was in the position of two more splattered blood stains...

"Don't be so nervous." , Dean shook a gun: "Within fifty meters, even a coin can't escape my bullet!" ”

“FK！” , Marago felt the oppressive force of Dean's marksmanship at close range this time, and couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth: "Your marksmanship will definitely not be worse than Bob!" ”

"Who is he?"

"Bob is the top gunslinger in Texas, he can shoot six frisbees in 1 second, and he has been the gun champion of the Texas Revolver Tournament for three consecutive times!"

The two chatted as they approached the convoy.

Marago sighed: "It's a pity that he is old, I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I would still meet a gunner comparable to him." ”

Beauty is easy to age, and heroes are twilight.

Dean whistled and smiled, "So, Malago, do you still think I'm soft?" ”

"It's hard!" Malago was convinced: "I must apologize to you for my previous words, Dean, no matter what you came here for, when you get to the Del Rio Bureau, I will let the guys fully support you!" ”

Very good!

Dean shook his right hand close to Marago, retracted the blade that was ready to see blood back into his pocket, and shouted to Harry on the slope, "Harry, come down, it's harvest time." ”

Harry saw Dean's horrific marksmanship with his own eyes this time.

He rushed down the slope in high spirits, like a little fan, and looked at Dean with great admiration: "From the first time I saw you disassemble the pistol, I knew you were a master, Dean!" ”

"Calm down, Harry." Dean pointed to the corpses everywhere: "Help check the scene, Marago and I have a cigarette." ”

"Gotcha."

Harry at the moment is well-behaved and obedient.

This is the first rule of survival he learned from the slums: follow the strong!

Malago playfully turned his hands away from the semi-automatic rifle on his body and pointed to the corpse of a Mexican: "The tattoo on his body is the emblem of a Mexican family called Jarra. ”

On the American side, the era of family gangs has passed, but in Mexico, the border is close to the border, and gangs tend to be family-centric.

"Trouble?" Dean asked curiously.

Killing drug dealers is much easier than his hard work to solve cases.

It's just that the stakes are too high.

And it happens to trigger a reasonable case.

Marago shook his head disapprehantly: "It's just a small family that only emerged last year, and only this kind of small force with no background will choose to eat black." ”

This kind of transnational drug lord business is all about credibility and channels.

These are gone.

That small family can only seize the domestic market.

The drug lords over there are much crazier than the United States.

The two of them talked.

Harry is nimble.

Not for a while.

Two open boxes, a pile of scattered banknotes and other messy things, piled up on the ground.

A box of drugs, a box of banknotes.

A classic drug lord trading scenario.

The three of them surrounded these things, each with their own thoughts.

Dean glanced at the two of them and took the initiative to say, "Guys, I have bad news, the gunman just now belongs to a Mexican gangster family, if we don't want to make trouble for ourselves and our families, it's best to clear the traces of our existence and not report this attack." ”

Just in time the shooting came suddenly.

They didn't have time to call for help.

"And what about these things and corpses?" Harry vaguely guessed what was going to happen next, and swallowed: "And Marago's police car is also full of bullet holes, and we can't hide this." ”

"Just throw the body in the car and burn it." , Marago smiled: "As for the police car, don't worry, I will let my daughter drive over to deal with it, including this flour and black money!" ”

In this no-man's land.

Dead people are as insignificant as dead ants.

Harry looked at the other party's expression indifferently, and reacted suddenly.

This is not Los Angeles!

Even in several Los Angeles substations, there are many hidden black police officers who have dealings with some gangs, and even set up small hills within the substations.

Not to mention the sub-bureau at the border!

Thinking of this, Harry's scalp tingled, and he immediately stood behind Dean, and said in an affirmative tone: "I listen to Dean." ”

Dean nodded, "Marago, call your daughter." ”

...

Two hours later.

A strong woman with an arm as thick as Harry's thigh arrived in an empty truck, followed by seven white men with grim expressions.

Without saying a word, they dismantled Marago's original police car and replaced it with new parts, eliminating all traces of bullet holes.

Wait for them to leave.

The police car has returned to its original appearance.

Black money and flour have also disappeared.

And Dean has an extra ticket with a maximum prize of $1 million.

The kind that must be hit!

"Let's go, guys, I can't wait to get Marina now, find the escaped Bert, and go back to Los Angeles to enjoy life."

With a smile on their face, the three of them started the police car again and drove in the direction of the Del Rio precinct.

Behind.

Billowing black smoke rises.

The cold and terrible howl of the Gobi hurricane seems to tell the world the story of what happened here...