Chapter 22 God Bless, Kill Them!

Chimahuacan, warehouse.

Ryan carried a box on the table with both hands, and dozens of magazines were neatly placed next to it. Under the curious eyes of more than a dozen people, he pried it open, revealing the grenades lying quietly inside.

"Everyone come up to get two grenades and four magazines. Sergio, Maximo, Alfredo and Juan, you exchange Uzi submachine guns."

Ryan has always been very direct in doing things. He pointed to four people who have performed well recently and handed them Uzi submachine guns.

Shooting is actually the same as doing X. You just need to open the safety and pull the trigger. You don’t need any academic qualifications. Do you need college students to shoot?

The bullets fired by 14-year-old children and 40-year-old middle-aged people are equally deadly.

"Tonight we will attack the headquarters of the Mexican beheading gang, the Saca Blanca Japanese restaurant and a game arcade." Ryan has touched the bottom.

This information is not valuable. You can just find an informant to ask.

Ryan looked at the gunmen below, all of them were very energetic, even their faces were red with excitement, typical adrenaline was high.

It's not that they haven't had gunfights before, but it's rare to see them grabbing territory with guns.

Perhaps, the emergence of a new generation of Mexicans will make the competition between ordinary gangs more cruel and bloody.

Let those stingy leaders see that if they don't have enough guns, they will be beaten.

Holder stood by with his hands folded, watching, "It's time to take them out to see the scene."

"Well, after a few days of training, they have seen blood on weekdays." Ryan nodded.

Holder put the briefcase on the table and poured out all the money. Peso banknotes were floating in the air, deeply stimulating the nerves of the gunmen.

"This is for you, a total of 6,000 pesos. You can share this money after taking down the Isla Palorada district, and the field expenses will be added."

Holder is really generous.

He adheres to a saying: "Money can drive action."

Most importantly, Holder's ambitions are gradually growing.

He needs more territory.

Only in this way can his new generation of Mexican organization have more money prospects!

"Don't worry, this money will not be lost. As long as you get in, you will get it immediately."

Everyone was stimulated and excited. Now the regular army will be slapped in the face. You want to leave without toasting Jesus?

Ryan stood up, suppressed their restlessness, and encouraged them.

"Young people are good at inciting." Ryan looked at these young gunmen and sighed in his heart. There are age limits in all industries. To be honest, if you are over 40 years old, you either climb up in the criminal group or quit.

No matter what business people do, they like to find 18-year-olds, because they don't care about many things. It's typical that one person feeds the whole family. If you say a few words to a younger person, he really dares to stab him with a knife.

"Put up the flag tonight!" Holder replied.

"I'll get you something good." Holder returned to the office and took out a violin case from it.

"What is this?"

"I bought it from Best."

Ryan was curious about what was inside. When he saw the thing inside, his eyes widened.

"Fuck!" He cursed.

"God bless us to kill those bastards tonight, Amen." Holder prayed with his eyes open.

Jesus said that it was a bit garbled at this time.

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Mexico is more lively at night than during the day.

If you really don't believe it, when you travel to Mexico, you see three or five people standing there chatting, you go up and pat their shoulders 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 have not received education and may not understand.

After that, you will know what it feels like to have your body beaten into a sieve.

In the evening, the sun sets and the prostitutes go to work.

There are girls wearing cool clothes everywhere, and gang members with scary tattoos patrolling around to see if anyone is disturbing the public order.

The new generation of Mexican gunmen took two cars and headed for the Isla Palolada district with the loot they had taken when they killed Anna.

The straight-line distance was about 7 kilometers, and it took about 30 minutes to drive around to reach the designated location.

The Japanese restaurant was decorated in a very luxurious style, with transparent glass, so you could see the people sitting inside. There were relatively few customers, so which poor person would come to eat Japanese food?

The poor people all went to eat the army hot pot, after all, it was a hodgepodge.

There were more than a dozen people sitting inside who looked like they were not easy to mess with. Several of them were openly taking drugs, and there were money and guns on the table.

The car drove over, and Ryan, who was sitting in the co-pilot, leaned out, pulled the bracelet, and threw it in through the open door.

Boom!

The surrounding glass was shattered into pieces, and pedestrians on the roadside screamed and covered their ears. The vendors who set up stalls were very experienced and crawled on the ground, crawling out of the area in a low posture.

Holder, wearing a mask, pushed open the car door and got out with his men. He stood at the door and fired the Uzi towards the inside. With a click, the gun was empty and the gunman who followed him rushed in with a pistol.

Hold, 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 fight 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 finished.

"Juan, open the thing!" Ryan shouted to the gunman beside him, who 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 all 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, "R~P~G!" 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 below, he picked it up and said, "Fuck, isn't there Spanish?"

"Boss, it seems that you just 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.

"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, it's full of buffs.

This is also rare in Russia.

Whoosh~~

The shell rushed towards the target with its tail.

I don't know who shouted.

"R~P~G!!!"

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