Morelia City, Mitchken.

Morelia is the capital of Miceken State and an old colonial city listed on the World Cultural Heritage List. However, even in the capital of a state, Morelia's public security is not satisfactory, and murder news is common. There are countless mayors who have died in office since the new century.

If you want to say that Mecilica is the best security policy, it is still the tourist city of Cancun, which is a national brand.

Even at the border between Amei Lica and Mexilica, there are often painful news that all the family was killed, including the misunderstanding of Mexilica gang and mistakenly killing Amei Lica's national.

Of course, if an accidental misdemeanor incident really occurs, it will be a disaster for the gang involved. Amei Lika's politicians will definitely not let go of such emergencies that can increase support.

Under the order of Amei Lica, Mexilica would also seriously launch the army to eliminate the bandit gangs. The bandit gangs who are arrogant on weekdays will only shrink their tails and dare not resist the pressure from the north. Otherwise, it would not be Mexilica police, but the army sent by the north to assist in the fight against the poison.

As the country's number one agricultural province, the rich resources of Micheken State have become a curse, and various bandit groups have reproduced and actively acted as the "tax collector".

Mexilica is a typical country that fell into the middle-income trap. The urbanization rate is extremely high, but the poverty rate is also extremely high. Most of the poor people are concentrated in cities, which has created a shocking slum landscape. The residents living in slums have also become the best source of Mexilica's gang.

Fear of being poor or afraid of death is a question worth weighing for the poor.

A city villa, sports cars or muscle cars parked at the door in a grand manner. Just looking at the spitting signs on it is enough to make people take a detour, not to mention that there are people in black guarding the door, which is a perfect gang configuration.

The evil people in the slums dare not approach this manor villa. As for the police in Morelia, who would take care of a good drug lord who abides by laws and regulations?

The mountain silk seedling industry has brought huge profits, and the bandits also need to use extravagance to decorate the noodles.

"Lost contact?"

Pofilio frowned and listened to his subordinates' reports, put down the newspaper in his hand.

Judging from the appearance and temperament, Pofilio definitely does not look like a drug lord, but instead makes people feel like a professor in a university.

I still have won at least a few awards and went to the hospital to find a doctor to seek treatment for hair loss.

"Yes." The subordinate nodded. The subordinate's appearance was very suitable for professional needs. He was rough and barbaric. He could slap someone else's eyes out of his socket. "It has been more than two days, but no one has come back to report it, and the contact was invalid and all were lost."

When Mexilica loses contact, she often has only one outcome, either seeing her in the news or seeing her again.

"Oh?" Pofirio took a sip of water, "Are you attacked?"

After saying that, Pofilio shook his head first: "Whether it is attacked by other gangs or regular troops, at least there must be time to call and notify me, and there will be no information coming."

"You're right." The rough subordinate nodded in agreement: "No other gang has declared responsibility for the attack at present."

"That's really strange." More than a dozen lives died was not a trivial matter for Pofilio. He only had one or two hundred members with guns under him. "Have you sent someone to investigate?"

"Well, it has been sent, and news should be coming soon. The missing members were originally going to teach the small village below a lesson... Could it be that the small village did it?"

Pofirio narrowed his eyes. If the people from the small village dared to resist, they would have to teach them a big lesson, otherwise other places would follow suit and resist. Should the work of their bandits continue?

But it should not be too much. Once the rules on the surface are broken, even if the regular army is attacked, other bandits will not be able to say anything.

I really envy African warlords who can do military operations to smooth out a tribe at any time.

Just as Pofirio and the others were talking, the few people who were dispatched to investigate more than 100 kilometers away parked their cars on the side of the road.

There was only one road to Xiaocun Town. When I saw the "absorbed" pickup truck on the side of the road, several people rushed forward to observe.

Without a closer look, they could immediately be alert by just distinguishing from the wreckage of the car. There were the Gitans family's emblems on the wreckage!

The vehicles of their own gang have been destroyed like this. What should we consider when the relatives and brothers encounter them?

"Sure enough, damn it!"

"The person who notified the previous family and brothers are likely to have all been killed."

The corpse can be kept for several days in the natural environment, but the premise is that it is a complete corpse, and the natural environment must be ideal enough. However, Mexilica does not meet both, and the body that has been blown into pieces has become a feast for specialty scavengers.

There are only a few broken bodies scattered by the roadside, and these human bodies cannot be found without careful observation.

Fortunately, members of the Gitans family have rich experience in dismemberment and easily identified which joint part of the human body is.

Just as the few people, the dead rabbits and foxes were so sad and angry that they gathered their bodies, several civilian cars slowly drove from afar, all of which were bargains of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of pesos. If the bandits used such a car, they would lose the price.

Seeing several gang members gathering their bodies, the speed of the car slowly dropped until it stopped completely.

"laugh!"

The smoke and dust brought by the tires pounced on the faces of the gang members, and they ate a mouthful of ashes unexpectedly.

"Damn it, can you drive? You're going to die..."

They didn't even have a mouthful of dust when they were swearing, and stood up with their bags.

Some people are going to get in the car and use guns to scare these stupid guys who can't drive, and at least they have to knock down some money.

But as the car door opened, the music played in the car audio was heard by several people.

The music was deafening, and the people doing it on the car seemed to be hearing-impaired.

What is played in the car is not dynamic electronic music or lyrical folk songs, but it is actually a hymn in the church choir.

In terms of this delusion, it is probably equivalent to the Great Compassion Mantra of China.

And just against the background music of the "Great Compassion Mantra", the people in the car came out with the "Buddha Light".

A group of people were holding rifles and full of murderous intent. There were many gang members who saw this scene.

But they have never seen anyone wrap their guns tightly around white paper with sentences from "Classic" written on them!

"Amen."

The old priest's appearance was even more exaggerated. He held a rune shotgun in his hands, and his body was covered with cloth strips engraved with runes like a gun. There was also a Latin "Classic" on his waist.

A thick book is enough to protect against bullets, the overall shape is exaggerated and loyal.

He raised his hunting rifle in his hand, and hung a cross at the muzzle.
Chapter completed!