Chapter 66 Harvest

Dean tensed his nerves and moved forward.

That was the only place around where he could hide.

Over the weeds.

Dean looked stunned.

It turned out that there was a slope below.

Several cars were parked diagonally in an open space, and there were corpses lying in the middle, which looked like a scene of gangsters fighting gangsters.

Below the slope was the corner of the road.

It was no wonder that the four gunmen suddenly attacked Malago's police car.

Because they didn't shoot, Malago would see this scene when he turned the corner.

Dean noticed.

On the pickup truck on one side, there were two people leaning against the car, who seemed to have been shot. Judging from their skin color, they should be Mexicans like the gunmen.

The ceasefire in front.

It made the two people a little uneasy.

They stretched their heads to look at Dean from time to time.

However, due to the terrain, Dean could easily see them, but it was difficult for them to see Dean who was watching them through the cover of the dry grass.

Just when Dean was thinking about how to kill the two people below.

Malago and Harry, each holding a semi-automatic rifle, rushed over from behind.

"Dean, are you okay?" Harry asked with concern, and at the same time felt ashamed for not providing any help before.

"Shh." Dean signaled the two to be quiet, pointing down: "There are two accomplices of the gunman there. It seems that we are unlucky and encountered them fighting against each other."

"These are Mexican drug dealers!" Malago saw the situation below at a glance: "This is not far from the border. They must have had problems in the transaction process and fought against each other!"

Speaking of fighting against each other.

Malago's breathing became much faster.

As an old Texan who has lived in this land all his life, he knows clearly what will be down there!

Drugs and money!

Dean noticed his strangeness, and the corners of his mouth curled up, guessing that he had something in mind.

This is a good opportunity to test Harry.

Thinking of this.

Dean patted Malago on the shoulder: "Harry, cover up there, we go down to deal with them, maybe we will have unexpected gains this time."

After speaking, he looked at Malago meaningfully.

This arrangement was to prevent Malago from having any bad thoughts.

Malago immediately realized that Dean had seen through his thoughts. Thinking of his previous amazing shooting skills, he did not dare to refuse and took out a row of bullets from his waist: "This is a revolver bullet."

Dean did not refuse.

After replenishing the ammunition.

Dean and Malago slid down the slope from the side.

At the same time, Harry was also on top, shooting at an open space.

The two people in the pickup truck were immediately attracted by the gunshots and nervously aimed their guns at that place.

But they did not notice.

Two figures had quietly moved behind them.

As soon as they approached fifty meters.

Dean found the right angle and raised his hand to shoot two shots.

Almost at the same time.

A message flashed across Dean's mind: [Kill all the drug lords of the Hara family this time, solve the case of black eating black in the wilderness, experience value +600]

The information on the panel confirmed Dean's fierce shooting skills.

Dean smiled.

600 experience points were credited, comfortable.

Malago on the side was startled by the gunshot.

He was worried that Dean would miss the target if he fired from such a long distance, and then alert the enemy, so he immediately looked at the pickup truck nervously.

The two figures were no longer visible in the back of the pickup truck, and there were only two large blood stains on the front of the pickup truck.

"Don't be so nervous." Dean swung his gun: "Within 50 meters, even a coin can't escape my bullet!"

"FK!" Malago felt the pressure of Dean's shooting skills at close range this time, and couldn't help but swear: "Your shooting skills are definitely not worse than Bob's!"

"Who is he?"

"Bob is the top gunman in Texas. He can draw his gun and shoot six frisbees in 1 second. He has been the gun king of the Texas revolver competition for three consecutive times!"

The two chatted as they approached the convoy.

Malago sighed: "It's a pity that he is old. I didn't expect that I could still see a gunman comparable to him in my lifetime."

Beauty is easy to grow old, and heroes are old.

Dean whistled and said with a smile: "So, Malago, do you still think I'm soft?"

"Very hard!" Malago said with a sincere heart: "I have to apologize for what I said before, Dean, no matter why you come here this time, I will let the guys fully support you when we get to the Del Rio branch!"

Very good!

Dean's right hand, which was close to Malago, trembled, and put the blade ready to see blood back into his pocket, and shouted to Harry on the slope: "Harry, come down, now is harvest time."

Harry saw Dean's terrifying gun skills with his own eyes this time.

He rushed down the slope excitedly, like a little fan, looking at Dean with great admiration: "From the first time I saw you dismantling a pistol, I knew you were a master, Dean!"

"Calm down, Harry." Dean pointed to the corpses all over the ground: "Help check the scene, Malago and I will have a cigarette."

"Okay."

At this moment, Harry was well-behaved and obedient.

This is the first survival rule he learned from the slums: follow the strong!

Malago wisely moved his hands away from the semi-automatic rifle on his body and pointed at a Mexican corpse and introduced: "The tattoo on his body is the symbol of a Mexican family called the Jara family."

In America, the era of family-based mafia has passed. On the contrary, in the border areas of Mexico, mafia is often centered on families.

"Is it troublesome?" Dean asked curiously.

Killing drug dealers is much easier than solving cases with great effort.

It's just that the risk is too high.

And it has to happen to trigger a reasonable case.

Malago shook his head indifferently: "It's just a small family that emerged last year. Only such a small force without foundation will choose to rob the mafia."

This kind of transnational drug lord business is all about reputation and channels.

These are gone.

That small family can only grab the domestic market.

The drug lords over there are much crazier than those in America.

While the two were talking.

Harry was quick and nimble.

After a while.

Two open boxes, a pile of scattered banknotes and other messy things, were piled on the ground.

A box of drugs, a box of banknotes.

A classic drug lord transaction scene.

The three people surrounded these things, each with their own thoughts.

Dean glanced at the two of them and took the initiative to say, "Guys, I have bad news. The gunman just now belongs to a Mexican gang family. If we don't want to cause trouble for ourselves and our families, it's best to remove the traces of our existence and don't report this attack."

The shooting happened to be sudden.

They didn't have time to ask for help.

"What about these things and bodies?" Harry vaguely guessed what was going to happen next and swallowed his saliva: "And Marago's police car is full of bullet holes. We can't cover it up."

"Just throw the body on the car and burn it." Marago laughed: "As for the police car, don't worry. I will let my daughter drive over to deal with it, including these flour and black money!"

In this uninhabited area.

The dead are just like dead ants, insignificant.

Harry looked at the other party's indifferent expression and suddenly reacted.

This is not Los Angeles!

Even in several police stations in Los Angeles, there are many hidden black police who have dealings with some gangs, and even set up small hills inside the police stations.

Not to mention the police stations on the border!

Harry's scalp tingled when he thought of this, and he immediately stood behind Dean, saying in a firm tone: "I will listen to Dean."

Dean nodded: "Malago, call your daughter."

Two hours later.

A female warrior with arms as thick as Harry's thighs drove an empty box truck here, followed by seven white people with cold expressions.

Without saying a word, they dismantled Malago's original police car, replaced it with new parts, and removed all the bullet holes.

When they left.

The police car had returned to its original appearance.

The black money and flour had disappeared.

And Dean had a lottery ticket with a maximum prize of one million US dollars in his hand.

The kind that must be won!

"Let's go, guys, I can't wait to deal with Marina, find Bert who escaped, and then go back to Los Angeles to enjoy life."

With a smile of harvest, the three of them started the police car again and drove towards the Del Rio Branch.

Behind.

Balls of black smoke rose.

The cold and fierce Gobi hurricane howled, as if telling the world the story that happened here