When crossing the border between the two countries, without taking the main land passage, it crosses the southeast and east roads of Cananea and Nokrichico. It is all the way down there is a city called Chihuahua, surrounded by canyons and hills, like vegetation-covered brown-yellow soil.

There is no difference from other Mexican cities. The old streets and alleys seem to give people the feeling of returning to the last century. In the hidden corners, you can occasionally see some residual blood and dirt.

Time shifts a little forward.

A dilapidated car slowly drove into the suburbs of the city and stopped in a dilapidated alley nearby. The two left and right doors opened with a bang, and the dust stained on the door suddenly filled the air.

Wang Ruhu waved his hand to sweep the smoke and dust, took off his sunglasses and looked around. The car door was not locked, and he directly touched the door and walked into the nearest alley. On the other side, the Mexican man was carrying a few paper bags containing clothes and hurriedly followed, "When it comes to Chihuahua, what are we going to do? Sir."

“…Look at the environment first.”

Since rushing out of the US border, Wang Ruhu, who has been passing by, has become very few words. Even if he speaks, he will be silent after a few simple words.

"Okay, listen to you, sir."

After the entrance of the alley, there is a street with potholes on the long street and dusty roads. Most of the shops of all sizes on both sides are written in English, and a small number are in Spanish. However, bottles and jars are placed in the window, which can make people understand what they are selling.

"There are chicken rolls sold there. I haven't eaten authentic Mexican flavor for several years. Sir, today's lunch, I'll buy it now!"

Kema's expression could be seen a little happy. Wang Ruhu followed the direction he pointed, and there was indeed a Mexican restaurant, in front of the counter, and a whole row of barbecue slowly spinning on the charcoal.

The two of them came all the way, and only ate some bread in the car for lunch to fill their stomachs. There were hard dishes at the moment, so Wang Ruhu would not refuse and nodded in agreement.

"Go and buy more barbecue, I'll sit down and wait for you here."

Looking at his back passing through the street and walking into the restaurant, Wang Ruhu sat on a bench on the street for passers-by to rest. In Mexico, on the way to come, Kema had heard many things about the government being incompetent, drug lords everywhere, and even some drug lords' armed forces are stronger than government forces, and some states are even more chaotic. As long as they dare to clean up drugs, the next day the mayor was hung on the street lights of the square, regardless of gender.

If it were a woman, she would probably suffer more inhuman treatment.

Thinking of this, Wang Ruhu looked at Kema in the store waiting for the food to be ready, and turned around and waved to the side with a smile. Then he was covered by two speeding cars. The vehicles coming were parked on the side of the road and got down in leather jackets or T-shirts. Someone looked at the oriental man sitting on the side of the road, raised his hand, and walked straight to a nearby residential building with a grim smile with his accomplices.

"These are local gangs...it's not an exaggeration to say they are drug dealers."

The other party was arrogant and ferocious. Wang Ruhu was not interested in competing with these things. He took the other end of the bench and didn't know who had discarded the newspaper. He was about to flip through the residential building opposite, and suddenly the woman screamed a shrill scream from the residential building opposite him. Then the sound of the glass shattering sounded. A Mexican woman in pajamas and with several curly hair sticks curled on her head fell from the window and fell on the street with a bang. She looked sideways, her eyes wide open, her mouth slightly opened and still squirmed in a pool of blood. She seemed to be unable to survive.

After a while, a slightly fat man stumbled out of the corridor, holding a little girl of seven or eight years old in his arms. He did not cry in panic and looked at the motionless woman on the ground numbly, but the man cried heartbrokenly.

Suddenly, the pedestrians passing by on the street took a look and hurriedly left. Even if they stayed, they squatted nearby to watch the fun.

"This is really normal in Mexico. Sir, the police will not care. They took the drug dealers' money."

Kema came over there with a large paper bag of meat, a chicken roll, sat next to Wang Ruhu, and looked at it with a chuckle, as if explaining: "That family must be drug dealers, but the number may not match... There are many things like this that the whole family was killed. There are many corpse pits in the outskirts of Mexico... It won't take long before the father and daughter will appear there. Of course, sometimes there will be tourists from abroad."

I am used to seeing too many killings here, which is why Kema has to go to the United States even if he kills him. I hope that his next generation can live in a relatively peaceful country and receive some education and a living state that ordinary people should have.

It’s just that life in the United States is not as beautiful as he thought, and it also implicated his beloved wife.

In Kema's words, as he said just now, the man put down his daughter in his arms, turned around and knelt at the four drug dealers coming out of the stairs, bowing and kowtowing, begging them in Spanish, probably hoping that they could let them go and their children.

However, among the four people, someone raised his hand, and the black muzzle hit the forehead of the begging man and pulled the trigger.

Wow—

The gunshot sounded on the street, the man leaned back, his head was instantly pierced, blood splattered, and spots fell on the little girl next to him.

Several men kicked the corpse on the ground a few times, and one of them even shot the woman in the pool of blood. He laughed in the street and said something excitedly, pointing to the girl next to him, and then seemed to be gesturing something.

Among them, a drug dealer who had previously compared the "gun" gesture to Wang Ruhu turned his head and saw the bench on the street opposite. While eating, they looked here, swept their teeth with their tongues, grinned and said a few words to their accomplices, then swayed across the middle of the street with their arms.

In the past, Kema had already been so scared that she got up and ran away. She had experienced a big battle now. She still shivered and moved her butt to Wang Ruhu on the side, raising her courage, and whispered to the drug dealer coming.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Does it feel comfortable to see?" The drug dealer grinned with a smile, and the next second, he raised his foot and rushed towards Kema, who was also a Mexican.

Kema instinctively leaned back and leaned against the back of the chair. The sandals stopped when they were almost pressed against the door. In his sight, a big hand next to him held the other party's ankle, which made the drug dealer unable to move if he wanted to get his feet back.

Wang Ruhu bit a piece of barbecue, swallowed it, and lifted it up with a light expression on his left hand, and directly threw the drug dealer who was struggling and trying to touch the gun to the ground. Before the other party could get up, he kicked the leather shoes forward.

Bang!

The dusty tip of the shoe kicked the other person's head straight to the side of his head. With huge force, his head flattened inward, and he dragged his body twice and flew to the middle of the street.

The remaining three people there stopped laughing, their heads seemed to be down, and they never thought that someone would kill them.

On the side, the girl in a floral skirt suddenly turned around and ran across the street before the three of them could react, stumbled and stretched out her pinched fist to Wang Ruhu.

In the white and tender little palm, there were a few coins with 20 words. The girl looked numb, but bit her lips slightly, and tears flashed in her eyes. Looking at the strong and tall man in front of her, her voice was very thin.

"Are you a killer?"

Wang Ruhu raised his face, bit off a piece of barbecue, and looked at Kema next to him, "What was she talking about?"

"She treats you as a killer, sir. I probably want to ask you for revenge, which is very common in Mexico..." Kema knew that Wang Ruhu had other things to do, so he pushed the little girl's hand back, "Go away quickly, we are not..."

However, the little hand that was pushed away, a big hand over it and grabbed the coins in his hand. Wang Ruhu finished eating the barbecue in three or two, wiped the oil stains on his hands with the wrapping paper, put the coins in his pocket, and gently touched the girl's head.

"I'll take this job."

Kema also had a joyful look on his face, so he quickly carried the little girl over and sat next to him. Before he could say, "Your parents' revenge will definitely avenge you."

There were already sharp screams in the street opposite. A drug dealer holding a gun was torn off his right arm, kneeling down and screaming. His head was slapped by a tall figure who was walking with one hand, and his neck was sinking into his chest.

The other man swung his fist and half of it was pinched. Wang Ruhu swung his arm and flew to the residential building next to him like a shell, slamming the wall, leaving a blood-colored mark in the shape of a man.

The last drug dealer was tall, and the moment he took out his pistol, Wang Ruhu pinched the barrel, and in his vision, the metal with a squeak twisted slowly, slowly turning. The former was so scared that he let go of the gun handle. The next second, his throat tightened, and his feet suddenly hung from the ground, and were carried and pushed against the wall.

"Arrogant?"

"Kill people in the street?"

"Fight at me?"

Wang Ruhu punched the opponent's door with one punch, and blood and teeth kept splashing out. At first, the drug dealer was still struggling until his mouth, nose, eyes, and face were sunk into his head, and his struggled body gradually stopped moving.

Wipe the blood on the corpse's clothes, then threw the corpse to the street, waved to Kema there, picked up a gun and threw it to the other party.

Finally, he looked at the little girl sitting on the bench over there, patted the coins in her pocket, and signaled that Kema should leave.

"Snap the time, we should go to Valandia, the largest drug lord here."

"Yes, sir."

Kema bowed and nodded, spat at the body of the drug dealer on the ground, turned to dodge at the two policemen who were afraid to come over, and shouted with a majestic voice: "Police, come here to wash the floor!"

Then, he hurriedly followed the gentleman in front of him and walked with five horizontal lines and six horizontal lines, with great might.
Chapter completed!