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 grenade lying quietly inside.
"Everyone comes up and gets two grenades and four magazines. Sergio, Maximo, Alfredo, and Juan, you get 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 are just as deadly as those fired by a 40-year-old.
"At night we attacked the base camp of the Mexican beheading gang, the Zaca Blanca Japanese Restaurant 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, even flushed with excitement, typical of 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 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 on a daily basis." 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 conquer the Isla Parolada neighborhood. You divide the money, and the field expenses are added up."
Holder, this is so 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 he, this new generation of Mexican organizations, 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."
It's called excitement when everyone is stimulated. Now when regular troops come, they have to be slapped by two big mouths. When Jesus comes, don't 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 always like to find people who are 18 years old, because they don’t have many worries. 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 really dare to take a knife. Stab.
"Put the flag up tonight!" Holder replied.
"Get you something nice." Holder returned to the office and took out a violin box.
"What's this?"
"I bought it from Best."
Ryan was originally curious about what was inside. He exposed a crack and opened his eyes wide when he saw what was inside.
"Fuck!" He cursed 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.
If you really don’t believe it, when you travel to Mexico and you see three or five people standing next to you chatting, just go up and pat them on the shoulder and say in Spanish: “Vete a la mierda!”
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.
Girls in cool clothes are everywhere, and gang members with hideous tattoos patrol around looking for anyone 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 decorated in a very light and luxurious manner. 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 people sitting inside who didn't look like they were easy to mess with. A few of them were smoking powder openly, and there were money and guns on the table.
The car 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 in a low-lying posture.
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.
Holder, who had changed the magazine, walked into the Japanese restaurant. The dozen people just now were now lying on the ground. He took out a few photos from his pocket and compared them. He said to his younger brother, "No one, kill them all." The gunman nodded, named those who were still breathing, and shot them directly on the head. I can only delete my account and go offline to practice again. "Let's go to the game room!" It's very easy to fight here, one grenade is enough, but it's not easy to play in the game room. There is a lot of space inside. Not all of them were killed by throwing them in, only the unlucky players were blown away. What does this mean? It's easy to have accidents when playing games. The Mexican beheading gang relied on machines to fight back, because the entrance to this place was very narrow, and they didn't dare to rush in. If their support forces arrived, they would really be fucked. "Juan, open the thing!" Ryan shouted to the gunman next to him. The latter gestured OK, squatted on the ground and opened the violin case, and saw an RPG-7 rocket launcher lying inside. The gunman next to him was stunned. We are fighting gangs, not regular army counter-terrorism, right?
Even if they have never used this thing, they have seen it. They often see it on TV. American soldiers have to say, "RPG!" before firing.
It seems that if they don't shout, the damn shell will not explode.
Ryan has never used this thing before. Seeing the instruction manual pressed underneath, he picked it up and said, "Fuck, isn't there a Spanish version?"
"Boss, it seems that you just need to put the shell into the front opening. There is a picture here." Juan pointed to the image of the little man drawn on the instruction manual and said.
"Quick, install it for me."
Juan took out the shell according to the picture and put it into the opening. Ryan pressed down with his thumb, cocked the hammer, and pushed the cross safety pin to the left.
The Soviets are still very particular about doing things.
It's better to draw it clearly.
This is for illiterate people to see.
"Don't stand behind me! Get out of the way!" Ryan pushed Juan away, took a deep breath, rushed out during a gap, and pulled the trigger towards the arcade without even aiming.
This is really amazing.
Standing and firing RPG into the room, the buffs are stacked up.
This is rare even in Russia.
Whoosh
The shell rushed towards the target with its tail dragging.
I don't know who shouted.
"RPG!!!"
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