On a highway at the junction of Texas and Mexico, a car slowly drove down the highway and drove into the depths of the wilderness on land without any roads.

The yellow sand all over the ground and the mounds cut like a knife are the characteristics of the Texas wilderness. This landform feature was once used many times in "Breaking Bad" - the poison scene. In this land that was like hell, God played a joke with the world and covered with green here. This green cannot cover up the yellow sand, and yellow sand cannot swallow up the green.

The SUV traveled straight through the wilderness, and the car left a trajectory that was rolling up from behind the butt: "Father, it's dangerous for us to meet the Mexicans."

There were only two people in the car, one was Father Evan, who accepted J's confession and killed J's priest, and the other was Omar who personally sent Nepalese dog legs into J's abdominal cavity. This time Omar did not bring Nepalese dog legs. He had a large caliber pistol on his waist, a silver-white classic M500 revolver with a load of five rounds.

"Otherwise, what can I do?" The priest narrowed his eyes, as if he was resisting the scorching sun in the wilderness.

Omar said while driving: "Didn't you say you should look at how sincere the Mexicans are? I think they are very sincere. They are willing to let you occupy two streets in San Antonio. The drug sales of these two streets can reach $10,000 a day, which is much stronger than our town. Why do you refuse?"

After the car was 'empty' in the mining industry, the priest immediately grabbed the safety belt next to him and buckled it. The life-saving person was not like a gang leader who longed for excitement: "Omar, if you want to become the next generation of black leaders of Montek, the first idea you need to give up is how much advantage you can take, but how much loss you will suffer because of taking advantage of it."

"The market in San Antonio is indeed larger than Montek Town, and two streets are more than $3,000 more than a town. However, once we get used to these incomes, what we lose is the entire Montek Town drug market shut down, and the blacks who grew up in the battle lost the courage to get guns. The most important point is that San Antonio is too far away, and it takes too much effort to control it. Even if we control everything, the Mexicans in Antonio, the Motorcycle Party is still the biggest threat."

"Once the business in Antonio exceeds all the income of other businesses in Montek, we will be reluctant to let those businesses go away. At that time, what the Mexicans want us to do, we have to do it, your throat is in the hands of others."

Omar listened for a long time, and when he understood, his family suddenly stepped on the brakes, and the SUV was snatched and destroyed in the wilderness: "What else do you want to talk to them?"

"You haven't lived enough of the messy days of being chased by the police on the street because of drug dealers? Without drug dealers, the chances of the police seizing us will be reduced a lot."

"Father, if you make up your mind to reject them, these people will definitely kill you if they make an appointment with us in such a remote place."

"I-know." The priest answered without any seriousness, and smiled.

"Then why not go back now?"

Evan Basdale reached out to twist the car keys. Omar looked at him and was cooperating with the accelerator. When the car started again, the priest said: "Because if the black man retreated this time, he would never be on the Mexican table in his life. Don't forget that we are just small town gangsters. If you want to gain respect from others in such a small place, you have to tell those people that you are not only not afraid of death, but they can't kill you."

"Let's go."

This is why Evan Basdale brought Omar out, the godfather of the town longed for a successor.

The SUV continued to walk through the wilderness. When they saw two other Mustang cars, eight Mexicans who could be seen from their faces appeared in front of them. These eight people were standing in front of the car, each holding a gun, not a single one of them was holding an MP5.

"Father, after the other party fires, you can drill into the grass. I can shoot two of them as soon as possible. The rest of the firepower will cover me with the death of this guy..." Omar, a battle-hard person, calculated the situation in front of me.

The priest sat in the car and asked, "What?"

"I'm dead, good luck." Omar didn't joke, his expression was very serious.

"Hahahaha." The priest laughed happily, Omar frowned, and kept as calm as possible in the tension he had never experienced before. Now there is a situation of dying.

bump.

The car door was opened by the priest and he walked down.

Omar took a deep breath in the car and pushed open the door the next second.

The priest moved forward step by step in the wilderness, Omar followed closely, holding the M500 in his hand during the process. He regretted bringing this handsome gun. If the black man hadn't liked those Bling-Bling things, he could have got a MP5, at least he would not suffer any loss when he first met.

"Omar, can you see the license plates of the two cars opposite?"

"LONE-STAR (Lone Star State); X49WN and XOPE9."

The priest recalled that the smile on his face became even brighter. Omar walked over at all at regular meetings, hugging a leading man: "Hey, my partner, my Mexican boy."

The man never thought Montek's black man was so enthusiastic.

"Father." The man opposite had a mustache that Mexicans like very much, and his whole face was as fierce as Danny Tejo, the starring actor in the Hollywood movie "Scimitar".

When the two separated, the Mexican said first: "My boss was very dissatisfied with the results of the last negotiation. He didn't want to hand over the Montek transportation line to the blacks. We had enough staff. And you, after agreeing to stop all the Montek drug business, rejected our respect and refused to accept the two streets of San Antonio. You embarrassed me, Father, what do you want?"

"I'm very sorry." The priest responded: "I'm old. When I came here just now, I had to ask 'MY-BOY' Omar to find out that your car number is determined by your identity. How could such an old man go to Antonio to compete with those young people for territory?"

"Why don't you go back and discuss with your Mexican boss. They can give us the drug transportation business in Montek. You are responsible for arriving at Montek through the border. We are responsible for transporting these things out of Montek. In order to better gain the trust of both parties, I am willing to pay a deposit of 10 million US dollars. Each drug transport is only 5 million US dollars. What do you think?"

The Mexican stared at the priest for a long time: "I need to ask the boss for his opinion."

"I'll wait." The priest was not panicked at all.

The Mexican walked behind the two Mustangs with the phone, walked around the red one, and made a call near the blue one.

Three minutes later, he walked back with a satisfied expression on his face: "Father, our boss said that after the TT gang fell, you black people are the only Mexicans in Montek..."

"Supporter." The priest first gave an answer.

"Opportunity." The Mexican suddenly raised his gun. At that moment, eight people and eight guns pointed at Evan Basdale and Omar.

The priest looked at the Mexican in front of him: "So, I have to die?"

The Mexican replied: "If you are smart enough, you should know this when you come."

The atmosphere became awkward.

"Omar, can you transform into Superman and take me away now?" After saying this as a joke, the priest turned his back and said, "I have two thousand dollars in my pocket. Can I choose a dead position?"

The Mexican glanced at each other: "What are you playing?"

"Omar, throw the gun on the ground." Evan said to the Mexican, "Does this look like there is no chance to play tricks? Are you eight of you still afraid that the two of us will run away? I only asked to walk forward ten meters and then light a cigarette for yourself so that you don't have to take the blood-stained corpse 2,000 dollars reddished by blood."

The Mexican nodded slowly and reached out to change the pistol in his hand with the guy holding the MP5 next to him. He didn't believe that the two people in front of him could run past the MP5.

Ten meters, this is the distance to death.

As the priest walked over step by step and stood between the cars on both sides of the wilderness, he slowly turned around and touched his pocket, and said while touching, "I still have a cigarette, don't worry."

"Hey, Mexican boy, do you know what I think every day?" Slowly, he took out a very tiny thing, like a car lock remote control: "I think every day... who he - mom - wants to kill me!"

The priest pressed his finger on the remote control.

boom!

Two huge fireballs were blown out from the bodies of two Mustang cars. The two cars suddenly soared into the air under the huge explosion force. The eight people in front of the car were scattered like broken glass fragments, and were blown away by the air waves. The weeds on both sides were all bent in the crazy fluctuations of the air current.

call.

The strong push came from ten meters away. The old and weak priest was pushed by the push and sat directly on the ground. Omar was a little better. After taking a few steps back, he finally stopped.

Touch, touch.

Two Mustang cars with no model were all seen falling down. After dust flew, the whole picture of the car appeared in front of the priest. Not only was the doors of the two cars completely exploded, but they also had different degrees of distortion.

The fire was burning in the car, and the priest kept poking his ears and eyes while slowly standing up on the ground. The explosion just now was so shocking, and Evan was still tinnitus.

"Father!"

"Father, are you okay?"

Omar spoke loudly, and it was obvious that his ears had a brief deafness under the violent explosion.

The priest was helped up by Omar. He was blown around at the several people who were blown away, and some were stunned, some were lying on the ground and howling, and roared loudly: "Since you killed TT and helped me, I knew that one day it would be my turn, I-KNOW-IT!"

"So I sent someone to Mexico to buy car explosives, all of which are placed in your cars fighting with the TT Gang for the low-end market. I always confirm that when you want to kill me, you will drive these vehicles. This is the secret that Evan Basdale can live in Monteck for so many years. He is always farther than you think; he is always more willing to spend money than you!"

"You have seven cars in Montek, and these seven vehicles of explosives have caused me to be extorted by Mexican arms dealers for nearly two million dollars!" The priest said breathlessly: "Now, someone has to pay the price."

"Omar!"

“KILL-THEM-ALL!!!”

Evan Basdale was like a lion in this wilderness, waving his dusty sleeves to point at everyone lying on the ground.

Omar reached out to pick up the gun on the ground and walked slowly towards the Mexicans.

Touch, bump...
Chapter completed!