Huhu~~

The hot wind blew the sand and dust across the ground, the tumbleweed rolled and knocked off the cactus, the Gobi Desert outside Chihuahua City, the wind and sand blew across rows of villas, and in the panoramic glass window, several sexy Mexican girls swayed to the music, and several Mexican men next to them occasionally pulled one person, sat on the sofa, burned tin foil, and shook a vertical white powder to let the woman suck.

Looking at the excited and twitching woman lying on the sofa, a group of men rushed up, carried to the nearby room, and closed the door. Soon, laughter, moans and heavy breathing sounded.

In another villa not far away, a thin figure sat in a dim room. His dark palm pressed off the powder spread on the table, and in an instant, it turned into pieces of crystals, smashed and put it in the container and stirred well.

In an instant, the deputy next to him came and inserted the needle tube, sucked half of the liquid, turned around and walked to the corner. The ragged woman had a runny nose, pulled her collar uncomfortable, looked around in a restless state, her bare arms and calf skin were covered with dense needle eyes.

When I saw someone handing a syringe, I thought a dog that had been hungry for a long time rushed over and said, "Give it to me! Give it to me!"

The woman almost roared, snatched the syringe from the other party's hand, stabbed her arm with a trembling needle, and then closed her eyes comfortably, enjoying the moment of stimulation brought by the medicine.

"How does it feel?"

The man squatted down to look at the woman's expression. Before the other party could answer, the woman holding the syringe suddenly rushed to the ground, her eyes suddenly opened and turned white, and white foam appeared in her mouth, and she kept twitching on the ground. Her thorny pants were instantly wet by urine, and a stinking smell of chemical smell came from her.

"No need to answer, it seems that it has not succeeded."

The drug dealer snapped his fingers, and two Mexican men came in outside the door to drag the dead woman away. Someone came in and dragged the dirty stuff on the floor, and then bowed out of the house and brought the door with him.

"You go out, too."

The thin figure just now turned slightly and the drug dealer with a smile on his face quickly restrained his smile and carefully retreated.

‘It seems that the toxicity has increased...it should be gradually increased according to the previous dose, but my ability is really useful.’

The sunlight shone in the cracks of the tightly closed curtains and landed on the long table full of bottles and jars. The man's face was slightly thin and pale. He looked at his palm and rubbed his face with affection.

Ten years ago, he was an inconspicuous gangster in this city, not even a drug dealer. Later, he accidentally picked up a red stone, but he fell into a coma for three days. After waking up, he found that he had obtained a special ability to release different types and degrees of poison gas, and even turn those "little cuties" into a unique new variety, which was very popular in the market.

In the past ten years, relying on this ability, he became the largest drug lord in Mexico. He had more than a thousand armed people in several major cities in the eastern states. However, he did not like those places and was still close to this city that made him go from a gangster who was in danger to a drug lord.

No one dared to disobey him, even the mayor would not do it. Two months ago, a female mayor who had just taken office threatened to ban drugs, and the next day he sent someone to kill the mayor who spoke boldly in front of his home.

Perhaps, after gaining the ability, he becomes moody and even a little cruel, but so what, Valandia is increasingly liking this feeling of overtaking other people's lives.

"If there was a second stone like that, I think my ability would become stronger..."

As he rubbed his palms, the door behind him knocked, and a voice outside said, "Are we killed four of us in the city?"

"West cities come here to grab territory?"

"No, it's an old Chinese. That's what the witness police said."

As the curtains shone into the sunlight, Valandia turned her face and frowned: "Old Chinese?"

This title is not a good word, but the commonly used words in Mexico refer to three situations: one is Asian and East Asian faces, and the other is one of the lower castes during the Spanish colonial period. A small number of names are black blood and most Indian blood. The third situation refers to curly hair. People with curly hair are also called chino or china. In South American and Spanish, china means maids.

It is obvious that the one who killed his four subordinates, who were called Lao Zhong, should be Asians.

Valandia looked at the gap in the curtains that were stroking slightly in the wind with some confusion. It was the sunlight outside when it was hot in the afternoon. In the wind and sand, a dilapidated and old car was about to enter the range of the villa.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Kema touched the gun in his pocket, looked at the outline of the building in the distance through the car window, and felt uneasy.

"Will you rush in just a while? Sir."

"No!"

Wang Ruhu hit the steering wheel around the steering wheel and bypassed several stones on the road. Yu Guang stared at the few gazes hiding in the dark, watching, those were gunmen under the drug dealer. However, the speed did not weaken at all, but drove straight to the villa area opposite.

"If you break through hard, you will be too fierce. The other party will easily escape. Of course, it is better to directly attract it. How much money will I have left? Take it out together and we will buy things that are 'smacked' and will be very miserable."

"Pretended a drug dealer?"

Kema is not stupid, so she can't tell the meaning. She clumsyly flipped over the back row and found a duffel bag from below, which was filled with American swords brought by Wang Ruhu from the United States. In addition to Professor Harles and part of Li Lan, the rest are all here. On the way here, come on and eat with a small head. After all, there are still 200,000 to 300,000 yuan.

Soon, when the car quickly entered the villa gate, it was stopped by several drug dealers guarding the door with guns. After all, they did not intend to shoot in such a grand manner. First, they were not government policemen, and second, there was no other gang formation, so they could not shoot.

One of them knocked on the car window. On the opposite side, Kema squeezed his smile, lowered the window, took the lead, and stuffed two large bills out of it.

"I am the translator... bring this friend from Xiangjiang, Asia to do some business."

Looking at the brand new American sword in his hand, the drug dealer bombed the paper and thought about looking at his companions, the others also surrounded him. Kema tactfully took out a stack and enthusiastically stuffed it into the other party's hands.

"Friend, since you have arrived in Chihuahua, you don't have to hide your words. You can ask for something. You can drive the car in and then hand over the weapons to a special person for safekeeping. Someone will tell you what to do next."

The drug dealer who got the American knife first kissed the banknote in his hand and pointed to the villa, "Remember not to look randomly, and don't take photos."

After saying that, he slapped the front of the car and waved his hand to let the accomplices around him go.

Buzz ~~

The car drove into the front of a row of villas. Someone called Wang Ruhu to stop, and someone came over to cover them with a black eye mask. Kema held his luggage bag in his arms and shouted: "This is all about business sincerity. I hope you don't mess around and do bigger business in the future."

Wang Ruhu was blindfolded and could not see the surroundings, but there were at least thirty people surrounding them.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, a few steps forward, the cool wind blew on his body, probably entering the room, and then the eye mask was taken off. Four or five gun drug dealers with black hoods and bulletproof vests stood around. In front of the sofa where the two were sitting, there was a coffee table. There was no electrical appliance like TV on the opposite side, and only decorations with cow heads and skeletons on the wall.

Soon, a man wearing a plaid short-sleeved shirt walked out of the aisle next to him with two drug dealers. He was tall and had white trousers lined with sandals. He was about forty years old. He smiled and made a welcome gesture to the two of them, and then sat opposite Wang Ruhu and spoke.

"Two, I'm Valandia."
Chapter completed!