Chapter 275: [There are secret whistles everywhere in this city]

At night, the border city of New Laredo, Mexico, is full of lights and wine. The men and women in the streets are drinking and taking drugs without any scruples.
From time to time there are two gangs of people who drink too much and fight each other on the main road. Not only did the passers-by not call the police, but cheered up, as if all this is normal, all kinds of things, it seems to outline a complete evil. All.
"You should follow him."
Rambo glanced at the female reporter in the co-pilot. He was curious as to why the female reporter followed him.
Paz Vega said: "I’ve been to Cassang Street several times. It’s just a den of the Skeleton Gang. Except for a few thugs, there are not too many Skeleton Gang members. Instead, it’s Dallas Street where you are going. There should be the old lair of the Skeleton Gang. If no one takes you over, it is likely to be discovered by their secret whistle in advance."
"You mean they have a secret whistle?" Rambo frowned, and it seemed that the Skeleton Gang didn't solve it so well.
"Most of the gangs here have secret whistle. It may be an old man in his sixties or seventies, or a child in his teens. I almost revealed my identity before because a white-haired man in his seventies ordered me. "
Paz Vega thought of that encounter, but she was still a little scared in her heart. She had been in Mexico for more than a year, and she had seen the city, or the darkness of the country, killed one or two foreigners. For human trafficking organizations like the Skull Gang, it is a trivial matter.
If it is just because of this, Paz Vega is not particularly afraid. After all, she has been a reporter for so many years and has reported many gang vendettas in the United States, but she is really scared and desperate. It is this city, as if everyone has a close connection with gangs and drug dealers.
You can’t be sure whether a seemingly amiable old man sitting at the door of the house is a secret whistle set up nearby by a gang; an innocent boy with big eyes blinking, or a spy sent by drug dealers to find out.
Ordinary people in this city have been too deeply involved with the gangster drug dealers, either doing things for the gangster, or the family has joined the gangster, and has truly achieved the evil capital that only appears in movies.
After listening to the female reporter’s description of the city, Rambo felt nervous. He didn’t expect the people here to be so deeply involved with the gang. It’s no wonder that Gu Ren had just asked him not to provoke him and wait for him to come and gather if necessary. The strength of the two people is quickly determined.
"Here! The front is Dallas Street. I have been here twice before, but I don't know that this is the old nest of the Skeleton Gang."
The female reporter pointed to the street in front of him. Rambo looked up and saw that there were more than a dozen houses built on a high slope. They looked ordinary, densely populated, with lights and darkness. They looked like ordinary houses. .
Parked the car on the side of the road, turned off the lights, and let the engine come to a complete stop.
For a moment, Rambo turned his head and glanced at David, who had lost too much blood in the back seat. He was already in a coma. Rambo had no mercy for this damned trafficker. He just wanted to see if this guy died, if he died. , There is no need for him to waste his energy to solve it.
Seeing David was dying, with only one breath left, Rambo pulled out an M1911 on his back and handed it to the female reporter, asking, "Will you use this gun?"
"I haven't used it, but I have played with pistols before." Paz Vega shook her head. She is an American and naturally has the opportunity to get in touch with pistols, but they are all women's small pistols, this M1911 large caliber. The 45 pistols have not been used.
"It's very simple. Its recoil is not great, but it may be a bit difficult for you. If someone approaches this car, you just hold it with both hands and shoot."
After introducing the correct use of the pistol, Rambo said very seriously: "Someone tried to get close to the car and hurt you. Don't hesitate to shoot directly, understand?"
After the female reporter took the pistol, she took a deep breath and nodded, "Understood!"
"Wait for me here. If you see me not coming down in twenty minutes, use this to contact my friends."
Immediately, Rambo took out his mobile phone and handed it to the other party. He picked up the dark M16 from under his feet, opened the magazine and magazine and checked it. Only then took a few spare magazines, opened the car door, and looked around. Look, confirm that no one noticed him, and moved carefully towards the houses on the hillside.
Soon, in the blink of an eye, Rambo rushed up a steep and disappeared in front of the female reporter.
The dim street lights illuminate this not-so-wide street, and a few cars parked by the side of the road.
A tense atmosphere spreads in the quiet streets and sealed cars.
The female reporter looked around with a little fear. There was no one on the road before and after, but her heart was still thumping and thumping, her hands clenched the pistol tightly, and she was ready to shoot directly once someone came over.
At the same time, David in the back seat was still bleeding, his breathing became weaker and weaker, his confused eyes gradually lost their luster, and his body gradually became cold.
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Holiday Inn, No. 721, Kasan Street. This is a two-story hotel. The entrance is very small, much like some small hotels in the green light district. The dim light makes it look cheap and full of special Glamorous, the old drivers immediately understood when they saw such a place.
On the right side of the door, there is a cash register. Inside is a dark-skinned Mexican in his thirties. He has some strange tattoos on his arms. He is playing with his cell phone while holding a cigarette.
At this time, a man in a suit stepped into the small hotel, came to the cashier, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out one and handed it to the Mexican man in front of him, and said with a smile: "Hi John, today Are there any new items?"
John took the cigarette with a smile and sniffed the smell of the tobacco. "You just came here. A new person joined today. You are the first one."
"That's great, I like the first one!" The man's mouth showed a lewd smile.
John lowered his head and looked at the account book, pointed upstairs and said: "Room 205, you are waiting on it, I will ask someone to take her there."
"Then I will go up and look forward to it." The man in the suit took the key excitedly and walked quickly toward the second floor.
"Zizi...Mark, take the newcomer to room 205."
"Zizi...ok..."
John put away the walkie-talkie and threw the cigarette on the ground with his feet. After stomping off with his feet, he lit the cigarette that the man in the suit had just given him, and took a deep breath. With the smoke, he said contentedly: " Good smoke is good smoke, and it feels energizing."
Creak!
Suddenly, there was a sudden car brake on the road outside the door.
John leaned out and took a look. He saw a luxury sports car parked at the door. Then a man with an Asian face in his twenties opened the door and walked down, step by step towards his side.
Ok?
Such people will come to play with us?
John frowned slightly, he recognized the brand of sports car, it was Aston Martin, and at least the style was a luxury car above the million dollar level. How could such a person come from a small hotel to play? Could it be that the character of the rich is so weird?
As soon as he entered the door, Gu Ren casually looked at the man and said, "I heard that you have new products here."
"Sir, your news is very accurate." John raised his eyebrows, thinking in his heart, since he really came to play, how to slaughter him severely.
"where?"
"Someone ordered her just now, and I have sent someone in, but if you want to play first, you have to add money."
"How long!"
Gu Ren's heart burst, won't he be late?
"Zizi...Mark, are people sent in?" John suddenly picked up the intercom and asked.
"Just sent in, what's wrong?"
"You go in and let him stop, we have a new customer here."
John held down the intercom and finished speaking. He looked up at the Asian man in front of him and smiled: "Sir, if you want to play first, three thousand dollars, as long as you give me three thousand dollars, they will be delivered to your room. Fresh goods, just shipped from the United States."
"In which room?"
"Room? At ~EbookFREE.me~ if you want to go straight up."
Before John could continue speaking, he suddenly noticed that the man in front of him pulled out a pistol and pointed the muzzle directly at his head.
"You...what are you doing! We are skeletons..."
John panicked. When he was about to move out of his backing, Gu Ren gently squeezed the trigger of the pistol.
boom!
A burst of gunpowder smoked from the muzzle, and a black hole appeared between John's eyebrows.
After getting rid of this person, Gu Ren turned and went straight to Room 205 on the second floor.
At the same time, the gunshot alarmed a group of jovial clients upstairs. They climbed out of the bed in horror, shivering and putting on their clothes.
And at the moment, the skeleton thugs playing cards in the lounge on the first floor, when they heard the gunshots in front, their expressions changed immediately, and they quickly took out their weapons to prepare to go to support.
205!
205!
Gu Ren read this door number silently in his heart, and after rushing to the second floor, he found Room 205 on the right side of the aisle.
At this time, the door was closed tightly. Gu Ren fired several shots at the door handle. After breaking the door lock, he kicked the door open and rushed in.
After coming in, there was a very young girl sitting on the floor in the house, and beside the bed stood a man in a suit and a brawny man with tattoos.
"Boom!"
After firing two shots, the bullet directly penetrated the forehead of the brawny man with tattoos, and the blood splattered the face of the man in the suit next to him. He looked at Gu Ren in horror, shivering and stepped back, accidentally tripping on the bed. On the ground.
"Don't shoot, it doesn't matter to me, don't shoot!" The man in the suit cried out on the ground in fear.
Gu Ren ignored him and walked directly to the girl sitting on the ground in front of him. In the horrified gaze of the other person, Gu Ren turned her face away.
Not Capri!
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