Taking Guzmán, who had been forcibly stopped bleeding, the extermination team got into an armored car and left.

The gang members who rushed to the road when they heard the movement were also ruthlessly killed by heavy machine guns and submachine guns.

Guzmán was bleeding from the sight, the elite he had spent countless energy and money to cultivate, and the main force he used to fight the government army.

It is precisely because of these brave and well-trained subordinates that he can sit firmly in the position of Mexico's big addict.

But now, they're all dead with his addictive empire.

Guzmán stared at Lu Mingfei's boots with resentful eyes, and he didn't even dare to look up, for fear that they would find out about his dissatisfaction.

In fact, he was overly worried, and Lu Mingfei didn't care about his mental activities.

Whether Guzmán is obsessed or repentant, it will not change his decision.

Forgive him for being the emperor's business, Lu Mingfei is only responsible for sending him to the emperor.

The armoured vehicle rammed into a factory near a factory in the industrial area of Culiacán, where daily necessities and clothes were produced.

In the southeast corner of the industrial zone, there is a conspicuous factory, surrounded by tall fences and high-voltage power grids, armed men with loaded guns guarding the exits, and people with tall hounds patrolling constantly.

"This is the factory that produces 'divine blood'."

Guzmán said through gritted teeth.

"Can you bring us in?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"No, those who guard are not mine, they are all direct subordinates of the temple."

He shook his head.

"Temple?"

"The temple is the organization behind the 'blood of the gods', which has continued from the ancient Aztec Empire to the present, and its influence has spread throughout Mexico and even all of Latin America."

Guzmán said.

Lu Mingfei frowned, there was no information given to him by these North American Half-Blood Alliances.

He had thought he could solve the problem all at once, but now he seems to be somewhat optimistic.

Looking at Lu Mingfei's sinking face, Guzman was instinctively scared at first, but quickly reacted and asked boldly.

"Are you worried about the temple's revenge?"

"I'm just worried that I won't be able to kill it in one shot."

He said lightly.

Guzmán shrunk his neck, and the murderous aura in Lu Mingfei's words stabbed his neck cold.

"If I can give you important information, can you keep me alive?"

He thought for a moment and asked.

"No, but you can die a happy death."

It seemed that this was too cold, Lu Mingfei added.

"If you have children under the age of three, I can take them away and keep them safe."

Guzmán's eyes darkened at first, then regained a little light.

"Then take Salma away, she's my youngest child, she's only two years old this year."

He sighed.

"Yes. Go ahead. ”

Lu Mingfei agreed to his conditions.

"Zhu An, the head of the factory, said to me when he was drinking that he was going to the headquarters recently, and if he could show his face in front of those big people, maybe he would be able to get out of here. I think there may be some big moves in the temple recently, and the big people will gather together. ”

Guzmán said.

If so, that's really important piece of information.

Lu Mingfei didn't expect to exterminate the Divine Blood Organization at one time, as long as he could wipe out the high-level organization, it would be considered to have achieved the goal.

"Do you know where the headquarters is?"

He asked.

"I don't have enough status within the organization to be there. But Juan knows for sure. ”

Guzmán said honestly.

At the same time, he smiled maliciously, because this old friend would soon be coming to accompany him.

The armored car Chang directly broke into the factory area and headed straight for the "Divine Blood" factory.

Even though the engine noise is reduced, road noise and tire noise are still unavoidable.

The guards of the factory soon heard the movement and activated the alert mechanism.

The searchlights on the tower were lit up, shining in the direction of the sound, and the machine gunners were already in position, ready to give the suspicious person a head-on shot.

When the black front of the car came into the range of the searchlight, the sound of an old-fashioned typewriter rang out.

Bullets rained down on the car, and the sound of metal striking was as dense as someone playing a wild bee dance on the hood.

But the armored car is like a ghost fire boy who only likes to listen to the shouting microphone and does not know how to appreciate it, and only knows how to step on the accelerator and make rapid progress.

"Hit the tires."

A clever guard shouted.

The fire that was blazing everywhere immediately stopped, and the bullets focused on the underside of the armored vehicle.

The tires of the armored car are made of solid tires, which are directly poured with a thick layer of rubber and covered with high-strength bulletproof fibers.

Ordinary pistols and rifles hit it like a mosquito bite, and it basically does not affect driving.

However, since it is a "divine blood" factory, the weapons used by the guards are naturally not used goods.

The machine gunner on the tower used an M2 heavy machine gun, and the caliber of 12.7 mm was still enough to burst the tires.

Machine gun bullets swept along the ground towards the armored car, sending cement flying everywhere.

The crow slammed the steering wheel and brushed the car with this round of strafing.

"Do you have a heavy machine gun?"

He steered the steering wheel with one hand and held the remote control of the on-board weapon in the other.

The muzzle of the heavy machine gun on the roof of the car was raised, and it returned fire fiercely at one of the towers of the plant.

The Raven is protected by inferior terracotta armor, which the machine gunner on the opposite side does not have.

The protective plate attached to the heavy machine gun was quickly pierced, and the machine gunners behind did not know whether they were alive or dead, but the tower was already on fire.

"Bang! Bang! ”

Two particularly prominent gunshots rang out, and the other tower fell silent.

Lu Mingfei dropped the heavy sniper rifle in his hand and looked out the window calmly.

Earth's moon is rounder and brighter than Terra's, making it ideal for killing.

Under the fire of the guards, the armored vehicle crashed into the closing gate.

"Use the spirit of words to solve the problem quickly."

Lu Mingfei pulled out his dragon sword and slid out of the car door.

"Yes!"

The members of the team echoed in unison, and the elemental forces began to gather on them.

Jun Flame erupted again, the blazing flames swept the guards on the left side of the car into it, and a shockwave of charred corpses flew and smashed everywhere.

Not to be outdone, the Emperor's Chant turned into a death soundwave, and all the enemies hit by the cones were lying on the ground, bleeding from all their orifices.

I don't know if it's the reason, Chu Zihang's Jun Yan was weakened because the dragon bloodline was suppressed, but Sakai Akina's spirit was greatly enhanced.

The guy who was in the way was cleared, and Lu Mingfei rushed to the door of the factory first, and then split the heavy solid steel door with a sword.

The workers at work in the factory looked confused, apparently the sound insulation of the factory was so good that they had no idea what was going on outside.

And Lu Mingfei's face sank like water, because the scene in front of him seemed familiar.

Glass containers contain naked Deadpools, their dragonization is not high, and it is clear what they look like as humans.

Some of the smaller containers contain Deadpool fetuses, and the cyan scales that cover their bodies make them look like props from fantasy movies.

Next to the container, there are metal tables equipped with restraints, and a worker draws blood from a bound Deadpool.

Deadpool let out a high-pitched growl, but the worker was numb.

On the other table, a female Deadpool is being serrated and disemboweled, and the fetus in her belly is clearly visible.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, his figure flashed like a phantom, and he grabbed a man who looked like a foreman in his hand.

"Where's Juan?"

He asked.

"I, I don't know."

The foreman said tremblingly.

Then he saw his eyes gouged out with his own hands.

"Next time it's your guns and bullets."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

"He's there, he's there!"

The foreman frightened and pointed to a corner of the building, where there was a separate room.

"Kill them all."

Lu Mingfei smashed the foreman with the floor, turned around and rushed towards the office.

Because he was worried that Zhu An would escape or report a letter, he even started the rapid breathing method.

The distance of more than twenty meters was crossed by him in an instant, and Lu Mingfei smashed the brick wall with one punch, and looked at Zhu An, who was stunned inside.

Juan didn't plan to run away, but went naked and went crazy at a female Deadpool tied to the dining table.

"Fack!"

He roared, frightened and irritated at being spied on.

Juan pulled out the quenched barrel and picked up the gold version of the M1911 that was set aside and fired three shots in succession.

Still in this way, he was still angry, and planned to use the machine gun to beat this unpleasant bastard into a hornet's nest later.

Lu Mingfei flew the bullet and threw Zhu An to the ground.

Even though he tried his best to reinforce himself, Juan was still thrown and almost lost his breath.

Both eyes were glazed by the concussion, and it seemed as if half of their souls had gone to hell.

Lu Mingfei lifted his foot, and fifty yards of stretch steel boots stepped on his right leg, crushing the muscles and bones into mud together.

The inhuman pain brought Juan's soul back to the world, and he wailed and tried to reach his leg with his hand, but he could only touch the cold blade of the Dragon Slaying Sword.

"Where is the temple's headquarters?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"I'm just a factory manager and I don't know where the headquarters is."

Juan said with a twitch.

"Guzmán has said everything, don't make unnecessary quibbles."

He sneered.

That beast who deserves hell!

Zhu An scolded in his heart.

"I can't tell you, or I will have my chest broken open by the temple warriors, and I will sacrifice to the gods with my heart, and my soul will be tormented forever on the obsidian mountain."

He shook his head.

The name of Hell in Aztec mythology was Mictlan, and the souls of the dead had to go through nine levels to reach Hell.

One of them is to climb over an obsidian mountain called Iztepetl, which is so sharp that the soul has to go through the pain of being cut.

"If you don't tell me, you're going to be tortured right now. I'll peel your skin, cut open your sternum, and dig out your heart for you to eat yourself. And, you'll still live to see it digested. ”

Lu Mingfei's tone was more piercing than the cold wind of hell.

(End of chapter)