Chapter 22 God bless, kill them!
Kimahuakan, Warehouse.
Ryan carried a box with both hands and placed it on the table. Dozens of magazines were neatly placed next to it. Under a dozen pairs of curious eyes, he pried it open, revealing a box lying quietly inside. Grenades.
"Everyone come up and get two grenades and four magazines. Sergio, Maximo, Alfredo and Juan, you exchange Uzi submachine guns."
Ryan was always very direct in doing things. He named four people who had performed well recently and handed him the Uzi submachine gun.
Shooting is actually the same as doing X. You just need to be able to turn on the safety and pull the trigger. It doesn’t require any academic qualifications. Does shooting also require a college student?
The bullets fired by a 14-year-old child are just as deadly as those fired by a 40-year-old middle-aged man.
"At night we attacked the base camp of the Mexican Beheading Gang, the Sacablanca Japanese Food Hall and an arcade." Ryan touched everything.
This information is not valuable, just ask an informant.
Ryan looked at the gunmen below, all of them were in high spirits, and even flushed with excitement, showing typical adrenaline.
It's not that they haven't fought each other before, but it's rare for them to grab territory with guns.
Perhaps, the emergence of a new generation in Mexico will make the competition between ordinary gangs more cruel and bloody.
Let those stingy talkers see that they don’t have enough guns, so you can just wait to be beaten.
Holder stood aside with his hands folded and watched, "It's time to pull him out to see the scene."
"Well, I have been training for a few days, and I have seen blood." Ryan nodded.
Holder placed the briefcase on the table and poured it all out. The peso bills were floating in the air, deeply stimulating the nerves of the gunmen.
"This is for you, a total of 6,000 pesos, to lay down the Isla Parlorada neighborhood. You divide the money, and the field expenses are added up."
Holder is really generous.
He adheres to a saying: "Money drives action."
Most importantly, Holder's ambitions have gradually grown.
He needs more territory.
Only in this way will his new generation of organizations in Mexico have a more profitable future!
"Don't worry, you can't lose this money. As long as you put it in, it will be paid out immediately."
Everyone is excited when they are stimulated. Now the regular army has to be slapped by two big mouths. When Jesus comes, do you want to leave without a toast?
Ryan stood up, suppressed their restlessness, and started a wave of encouragement.
"Young people are easy to incite." Ryan looked at these young gunmen and sighed in his heart. There is an age limit for any profession. To be honest, if you are over 40 years old, in a criminal group, you have to either climb up the ladder or quit.
No matter what kind of business people are doing, they like to find people who are 18 years old, because they don’t worry about many things. Typically, one person has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry. No matter how young he is, if you say a few words to him, he will be happy. He really dared to stab him with a knife.
"Put the flag up tonight!" Holder replied.
"Get you something nice." Holder returned to the office and took out a violin box.
“What is this?”
"I bought it from Best."
Lian was originally curious about what was inside. When he exposed a crack, his eyes widened when he saw what was inside.
“Fuck!” He said a curse word directly.
"God bless us to kill those bastards tonight, Amen." Holder opened his eyes and prayed.
Jesus said it was a little garbled at this point.
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Mexico is busier at night than during the day.
Really, if you don’t believe it, when you travel to Mexico and you see three or five people standing there chatting, go up and pat them on the shoulder and say in Spanish: "Vetealamierda" !”
Remember, you must use Spanish, which is the official language of Mexico. If you speak English, some of them are uneducated and may not understand it.
After saying this, you will know what it feels like to have your body beaten into a sieve.
In the evening, when the sun goes down, the prostitutes go to work.
Ladies in cool clothes are everywhere, and gang members with horrific tattoos patrol around to see if anyone is disturbing the peace. Mexico's new generation of gunmen rode in two cars and headed towards the Isla Parolada neighborhood with the trophies they had grabbed when they killed Ana.
The straight-line distance is about 7 kilometers, and it took about 30 minutes of driving around to reach the designated location.
The Japanese food shop is very luxuriously decorated. It uses transparent glass. You can see the people sitting inside. There are relatively few customers. What poor person would come to eat Japanese food?
The poor all went to eat military hot pot, after all, it was a hodgepodge.
There were more than a dozen characters sitting inside who looked like they were not easy to mess with. A few of them were smoking powder openly, and there were money and guns on the table.
The vehicle drove past, and Ryan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, leaned out, pulled the bracelet, and threw it in through the open door.
Boom!
The surrounding glass was shattered into pieces. Pedestrians on the roadside screamed and covered their ears. The vendors who set up stalls crawled to the ground with great experience and left the area with a low profile.
Holder, who was wearing a hood, opened the car door and got out of the car with others. He stood at the door, pointed the Uzi at the inside and swiped the gun with a click. The gunman who followed him rushed in with a pistol.
After changing the magazine, Holder walked into the Japanese food hall. The dozen or so people just now were lying on the ground. He took out a few photos from his pocket to compare them and said to his younger brother, "No one, kill them all."
The gunman nodded, named those who were still angry, and hit them directly on the head.
You can only delete your account and go offline to practice again.
“Let’s go to the arcade!”
It is very easy to fight here and can be solved with a grenade, but it is not easy in the game hall. The space inside is very large. If you throw it in, not all of them will be killed. Only the unlucky players will be blown away.
What does this mean?
Accidents are prone to occur when playing games.
Mexican beheadinggang (Mexican Beheading Gang) people relied on machines to fight back, because the entrance to this place was very small and they did not dare to rush in.
If their support force arrives, it will really be a disaster.
"Juan, open this thing!" Ryan shouted to the gunman beside him. The latter gestured OK, squatted on the ground and opened the violin case, and saw an RPG-7 rocket launcher lying inside.
The gunmen next to him were stunned.
We are gangs fighting, not regular troops fighting terrorism, right?
Even if they have never used this thing, they have seen it before. They often see it on TV. Before launching, American soldiers have to say, "R~P~G!"
It seems that they don't shout a word. , as if this fucking cannonball wouldn’t explode.
Ryan had never used this thing before. He saw an instruction manual pressed underneath and picked it up. "Damn it, isn't this in Spanish?"
"Boss, it seems like you just put the shell into the front opening. , There are pictures here," Juan said, pointing to the image of the little man drawn on the instruction manual.
“Hurry, load it for me.”
Juan took out the cannonball according to the picture and stuffed it into his mouth. Lane applied downward pressure with his thumb, cocked the hammer, and pushed it out to the left. Cross safety bolt.
The Soviets are quite particular about what they do.
Understand how to draw clearly.
This is for illiterate people.
"Don't stand behind me! Get out of the way!" Ryan pushed Juan away, took a deep breath, took advantage of a gap to rush out, and without even taking aim, he stood and pulled the trigger into the game room.
This is a true fairy.
Filing RPG indoors while standing, it’s so full of BUFFs.
This is also rare in Maozi.
咻~~
The shell dragged its tail and rushed towards the target.
I don’t know who shouted.
“R~P~G!!!”
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(End of this chapter)