On the dimly lit street, 14-year-old José, who has just come of age, is absentmindedly chatting with his father, Andres, while several of his father's fox friends joke about him.

Yesterday was his first "rite of passage", and Andres took him to a family in the slum of Depro, restrained the family of three with a gun, and handed him a sharp dagger.

José couldn't remember how he had been knifed, but when he came to his senses, the man of the family had fallen to the ground, blood splattering his face, warm with a fishy smell.

Before José could fully wake up, his father, Andres, threw a young body that had been stripped into a little white sheep into his arms, and he pressed himself on the mistress of the family.

Andres said the family's poster had been put on the wall with the word "Muerta" on it, and it was a rare opportunity to use it to complete his "rite of passage."

After all this is done, he will be an official member of the gang, and he will be able to work for Boss Doza in the future.

José was a little annoyed because his father's friends were making fun of him and asking him about the details of last night, and he could barely remember many details.

In his vague memory, the girl was two or three years younger than him, and she was so timid that she didn't even dare to shout for help, so she could only desperately endure his clumsy and rough treatment, and whispered begging him to let her go.

She was really very quiet, and her voice grew softer and softer until she could not distinguish it at last, and by the time José came back to her senses again, her petite body had become a little cold, and the last bit of blood had lost her young face.

The day after setting fire to the family's house, this evening, his father, Andres, shoved a rusty AK into his hand and took him to patrol the intersection.

This is a job that Jose has been looking forward to for a long time, as long as he guards the intersection until dawn, he can get 20 dollars, which is a dollar, not a Mexican peso, which is a huge amount of money that he couldn't earn in a month as an errand boy.

José is very envious of his cousin Dantin, who drove a luxury car before he was 30 years old, wore a brand-name suit every day to go to those well-known local companies to collect money, and every day the women who followed him used brand-name cosmetics and wore high-end perfumes.

In the midst of this nonsense, a drunk man came on the street corner not far away, and he dared to yell at this side, and Jose suddenly became alert, his eyesight was very good, and he always felt that the other party's appearance was somewhat familiar.

"Andres, that man" José turned back again, only to find that the man was gone.

"What man?" His father, Andres, also heard the movement, and when he turned back, he saw no one.

José became very excited, and even a little enthusiastic, "In the alley, I heard a voice, that person I seem to have seen on a poster, the one who was rewarded!" ”

"Are you sure?" Andres looked suspiciously at the entrance of the alley twenty or thirty meters away, where there were almost no street lights, but there was indeed a faint sound of quarrelling, but he didn't understand it very well, because the other party seemed to be speaking English.

Andres tilted his head, the hideous scar on his face twitched, and beckoned to his fox friends, "Let's go over and have a look." ”

If it was really the person who was offered the reward to take the initiative to come to the door, then his luck has been really good recently, he thought to himself, closed the insurance of the AR-15 in his hand, and swaggered towards the mouth of the alley.

Meanwhile, in the alley, Jason finally "convinced" Lieutenant Lopez and pushed him onto the jeep, and Jack showed half of his body from the mouth of the alley.

Shooting in a standard kneeling position, with the folded butt firmly against the right shoulder, 4.6mm×30 high-performance ammunition scrambled out of the chamber and covered the street in a perfect fan.

"Dada-da-da!" In less than 2 seconds, a 40-round magazine was emptied, Jack changed the magazine, and patiently made up a round with point shots, ensuring that everyone could be evenly distributed and no one would suffer.

Andreas fell to the ground without saying a word, and his son Jose fell beside him, perhaps because he was young, or maybe because he had just knocked something, although Jose was smashed, although his lower abdomen was sparsely smashed, he was still vaguely conscious.

At the moment of being shot, Jose only felt a hot pain in his lower body, and the strength of his whole body was quickly drained, and then his whole body went soft and fell to the ground.

What happened? Why can't the body move, can't even move a finger, the body is gradually getting colder, José inexplicably thought of the little girl last night, did she feel like this in the end?

"Ho-ho." José was still trying to breathe, and before he could breathe out the last shred of anger, it was Jack's turn to shoot from the shot.

"Greetings to Juan 'Machete'!" With the usual yelling of confusion, Jack continued to whip the five corpses on the ground until the magazines were emptied, and two gunmen in the distance who did not come forward jumped into the ditch by the side of the road in fright, not daring to show their heads at all.

"Squeak!" The jeep stopped abruptly, and Jack didn't look back, pulled the door and got into the passenger seat, and drove away.

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"You bastard, how can you do this, how can you let me and the children live without you! You bastard, woo woo."

The woman threw herself into her man's arms excitedly, kicked and beaten, and finally cried so much that her whole body was weak.

"Thank you." Lieutenant Lopez, who had obviously regained his senses, hugged his wife, looked at the two Americans in front of him gratefully, pursed his lips, and silently spat out a word.

Jason sighed and turned to walk up the stairs, "By the way, who is that 'Cutlass Juan' you've been yelling at?" ”

"The boss of the Matamoros gang, a drug cartel entrenched in Ciudad Juárez."

Jack waved his hand, signaling that it was not important, it was a very clumsy provocation plan, and it was unlikely to succeed, and seeing that he was planning to return to the rooftop, he asked suspiciously, "Do you plan to continue drinking?" ”

"Or else? The ice cubes in the bucket should not have completely melted, and if you don't drink it, it will be wasted. Jason looked back in surprise, "Aren't you coming?" ”

"I'll only drink two bottles with you, of course you can drink as much as you want, anyway, Mandy's beautiful man won't choose you, and tomorrow's mission will definitely not require you to go out."

Jack pouted, he missed Hannah a little, there was no girl around him, he smoked and drank with these guys every day, he missed the peaceful life before.

Maybe I'll be named tomorrow to seduce the eldest sister of 40 Road, what's the matter.

"Are you so confident? I think Clay is more likely, and of course it could be Ray, maybe that Carlla likes dark skin. "Jason is very unscrupulous in choreographing his teammates.

However, to everyone's surprise, at the meeting the next day, Mandy Ellis chose neither Jack, nor Clay Spencer, nor the vice-team Ray Perry, but the short and stout Texan Sonny Quinn.

"Are you serious?" Unable to speak, Clay Spencer hooked Sonny's neck with an unconvinced face, bringing his face together with him, one handsome and one ugly, the two formed a stark contrast.

"We chose to be a Texas nouveau riche who accidentally dug up oil on his farm, and of course, if any of you can speak with an authentic Texas accent, I welcome you to sign up."

Mandy Ellis had a hint of sly on her face, and the crowd fell silent, Jack's knowledge of the Texas accent was limited to the word "Howdy", which was especially cute every time Hannah greeted her.

Of course, this is only from Hannah's mouth, and Sonny can't use the word cute.

According to the C.I.A., Carlla Reyes has the idea of expanding her pimp business to the federal market, and is particularly keen to get to know some of the Texas bigwigs, who seem to be a sizable potential market for the nouveau riche farmers.

(End of chapter)