The high-walled compound that Aarez was leaning on was reduced to nothing along with the nearby gangs, and those who were far away were also affected with heavy casualties.

The surviving gang members looked confused and frightened, and they couldn't figure out why they had been the ones who had been suppressed by the fire.

"Americans! It must be Americans! ”

Arèrez thought in horror and anger.

Only the Americans have such firepower, and the military and police in Mexico are just helping waste, and the firepower is not even as good as theirs.

But he immediately reversed his own idea, the biggest buyer of "divine blood" is the American elite, how can they cut off their own source of goods.

Unless, those who wear masks find new middlemen.

Just as Yárez is caught up in a conspiracy theory, Pickup drives to the door of the Red House.

Before the gang members could recover from the aftermath of the explosion, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang attacked.

The M134 mini-cannon spews out a dazzling tongue of fire, and the metal storm shatters everything it aims at to pieces.

And Lu Mingfei was armed with a semi-automatic grenade, firing out the gangsters who were trying to fight back.

And the gangs around them who don't plan to fight back.

Everything is in order, and in the face of an absolute difference in firepower, the difference in numbers looks insignificant.

A nest world has a population of hundreds to hundreds of billions, and suppressing their rebellions often requires only a company of Space Marines and two or three astral legions.

The convoy that came with the pickup trucks watched in silence, the flames and sounds of the explosion terrified them.

But the gangsters who died in fear gave them a hint of impulse.

Under the continuous suppression of firepower, except for Yareth and a few guards around him, who were deliberately left behind, the other gangsters became a shame.

Lu Mingfei nodded when he saw this, and then motioned for Chu Zihang to stop.

The bombardment, which had lasted a full five minutes, finally stopped, but Yarez and his guards did not react.

Because they have fallen into a severe concussion state under the continuous shock wave.

Lu Mingfei patted the front of the car, and the young man immediately got out.

"Sir, what do you need me to do?"

He said respectfully.

"Shoot them."

Lu Mingfei handed him the semi-automatic grenade.

The young man had a big mouth and a little hesitation on his face.

It's one thing to lead the way, it's another to get your hands dirty.

It was Yares, the boss of the gang who had ruled Juarez for more than a decade, and the people here were only part of the Fuentes gang, and several leaders and their men were in the city.

Once the news spreads, he will be hunted down endlessly.

"It's all for you."

Lu Mingfei opened a suitcase,

Stacks of dollars are bound by rubber bands, like bewitching beauties tied up one by one.

The young man's breathing was instantly heavy, and after a few seconds of struggle, he took the grenade.

He stared at Areth with a fierce gaze, a bright future needs to be watered by money, and this gang boss is the best sacrifice.

The young man pressed the trigger, and a small grenade was fired at one of the guards with his reverent expectations.

A bit off-the-sis, but irrelevant.

Thousands of high-carbon silicon-manganese steel fragments turn a metal cutting field within a radius of 5 meters.

Yarez, a big addict who once fought a tough war with the government army, has become a piece of rotten meat.

"Lu Mingfei, the Americans are coming, you'd better hurry."

Shemir's voice came from the headset.

Lu Mingfei frowned, his plan was not finished yet.

However, he also knew that it was not time to challenge the Bald Eagle.

"Brother Chu Zihang, you go to the vault, as long as cash."

Lu Mingfei ordered.

"Understood."

Chu Zihang took the order and left.

He threw both suitcases to the young man.

"What's your name?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"My name is Jimenez, sir."

The young man replied.

"Jimenez, two thousand dollars for a bad guy, you give them them."

"It's only a bad guy, I'll come back, do you understand?"

Lu Mingfei stared into his eyes.

"I understand sir, I swear. Whose name should I use, though? ”

Jimenez nodded frantically, then asked apprehensively.

"Death Angel."

He pressed the detonator, and the villa behind him exploded in an instant, and the huge flames could be seen from miles away.

The best way to do this wealth of sin is to destroy it completely.

As for the red house, Lu Mingfei decided to keep it and make it a monument of fear.

After Chu Zihang came out with the cash box, they drove the pickup back to the entrance of the rich area.

After handing back the weapons and equipment, he and Chu Zihang got on the plane and left the bloody city.

Akina Sakai and Jonathan had already left in another way and went straight back to the Kassel Academy.

Twenty minutes later, more than a dozen Chevrolets drove into the ruins.

"My God, what the hell is going on here?"

One of the agents exclaimed.

"It may be that God sent down His holy fire."

The other agent shrugged.

He was a Catholic, so naturally he didn't have much affection for gang members.

Of course, this does not prevent him from making money from them.

"If you don't get out of the car to inspect the broken houses, I'll be happy to let you go to Tijuana to help."

The eerie voice of the boss sounded over the intercom.

All the agents shut up and got out of the car, the Tijuana gang was much more ferocious than Juarez, and they didn't want to make trouble for themselves.

After some testing, the agent in charge of blasting analysis came to report.

"According to the report, the other party is using a new type of explosive, which is not recorded in our database."

"No records?"

The boss frowned, making his already sunken eyes look even more sinister.

They are the strongest intelligence department on the planet, and there is no one who has no record of a certain explosive charge?

"What is the assessment of this explosive?"

He asked.

"It's very powerful, 3 times more powerful than TNT."

The agent replied.

The explosives with 3 times the power of TNT, coupled with the firepower displayed by those three people in the city, are obviously not ordinary heroes of justice.

Could it be that agents from a certain country are planning to eliminate Juarez's gang and install their own forces?

Then why make the city full of storms and slaughter a few bosses directly?

The boss was deeply confused, he had never encountered such a situation in all his years of working in intelligence.

Just as he was about to go to the Red House to have a look, the encrypted phone rang.

"I was about to report back to you. What? And Director Smith's side? Yes, yes, I see. ”

The boss waited there and hung up.

"Back to El Paso."

He pondered for a minute, then said over the intercom.

"What?"

The agents were confused.

Such a big operation, just canceled like that?

"If someone wants to stay, I can sign a letter of dismissal for him immediately."

The boss said coldly.

The agents shut up again, the lowest wages were $60,000 a year, and there were other incomes, which were not easy to find.

The Chevrolet convoy came and walked violently, leaving only rut marks.

And high up in their sight, a man in a broken mask was staring down at them coldly.