Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Chapter 711 Killing All (Part 1)

Morelia City, Micheacan State.

Morelia is the capital of Michecon State, and it is an old colonial city included in the World Cultural Heritage List. However, even if it is the capital of a state, the security of Morelia is not satisfactory, and news of murders is commonplace. Since the new century There are countless mayors who have died in office.

To say that Mexico has the best law and order, it is still Cancun, a tourist city with a national card.

And even at the border between Amelica and Mexilica, there are often painful news about the murder of so-and-so's family. There are many incidents in which the Mexilica gang killed Amelica's nationals by mistake.

Of course, if an Oolong manslaughter incident really happened, it would be a disaster for the gangsters involved, and Amelika's politicians would definitely not let this sudden incident that can increase their support rate go unnoticed.

Under Amelika's order, Mexilica will also mobilize the army to wipe out the gangsters, and the gangsters who are usually invincible will only shrink their tails and behave themselves, not daring to resist the pressure from the north, otherwise they will not be The Mexican police, but the army sent by the north to assist in the suppression of drugs.

As the number one agricultural province in the country, the rich resources of Micheken State have become a curse instead, and various gangs and groups thrive in the state and act as 'tax collectors'.

Mexico is a typical country that has fallen into the middle-income trap. The urbanization rate is extremely high, but the poverty rate is also extremely high, and most of the poor are concentrated in cities, which creates a staggering landscape of slums, living in slums The residents of Mexico have also become the best source of soldiers for the Mexican gang.

Fear of poverty or fear of death is a question worth weighing for the poor.

A city villa, sports cars or muscle cars are parked at the door, just looking at the sign on it is enough to make people detour, not to mention that there are men in black guarding the door, it’s all right Gangsta configuration.

The villains in the slums did not dare to approach this manor villa. As for the police in Morelia, who would take care of a law-abiding drug lord?

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

"Lost contact?"

Porfirio frowned and listened to his subordinate's report, then put down the newspaper in his hand.

Judging from his appearance and temperament, Porfirio definitely doesn't look like a big drug lord, but instead makes people feel like a professor in a university.

It is still the kind of senior elite professor who has won at least several awards and went to the hospital to find a doctor to seek a treatment plan for hair loss.

"Yes." The subordinate nodded. The subordinate's appearance is very suitable for the professional requirements. He is rough, brutal, and can knock other people's eyes out of their sockets with a single slap. "It's been more than two days, and no one has come back to report. And the contact is invalid, all lost contact.”

When you lose contact with Mexilica, there is often only one end, either see you on the news or never see you again.

"Oh?" Porfirio took a sip of water, "Been attacked?"

After finishing speaking, Porfirio shook his head first: "Whether it is attacked by other gangs or the regular army, at least there must be time to call to notify, and there will be no news at all."

"You're right." Rugged's subordinate nodded in agreement: "At present, no other gang has claimed responsibility for the attack."

"That's really strange." The death of more than a dozen people is not a trivial matter for Porfirio, and he only has one or two hundred members with guns under his command. "Have you sent someone to investigate?"

"Well, they have already been dispatched, and there should be news coming soon. The members who lost contact were originally going to teach the small village below a lesson... Could it be that the small village did it?"

Porfirio narrowed his eyes. If the people in small villages and towns dared to resist, they would have to be taught a big lesson if they failed to keep them. Otherwise, other places would follow suit and resist. Should their gang work continue?

Just don't go too far, once the rules on the surface are broken, even if the regular army is provoked, other gangsters will not be able to say anything.

I really envy the warlords in Africa, who can take military actions to wipe out a tribe at every turn.

While the two of Porfirio were talking, several people sent to investigate more than a hundred kilometers away stopped their cars on the side of the road.

There is only one road to the small village. Seeing the 'abandoned' pickup truck on the side of the road, several people came forward to observe vigilantly.

They didn't look carefully, but they were alerted immediately by distinguishing from the wreckage of the car. There was the coat of arms of the Gitans family on the wreckage!

The vehicles of his own gang have been destroyed like this, so what happened to the relatives and brothers need to think about it?

"Sure enough, he was attacked, damn it!"

"Notify the superiors that the former family members and brothers are very likely...all of them have been killed."

Corpses can be preserved for several days in the natural environment, but the premise is that the corpse is complete, and the natural environment must be ideal enough, but Mexilica does not meet the requirements of both, and the remains that have been blown into pieces have become special scavenging Animal meal.

There are only a few body parts scattered on the side of the road. If you don't observe carefully, you won't be able to find these human body parts.

Fortunately, members of the Gitans family have rich experience in dismembering corpses, and they can easily identify which joints of the human body they are.

Just as the rabbits and foxes gathered their wrecked bodies in grief and indignation, several civilian cars slowly drove up from a distance, all of which were cheap goods worth tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of pesos.

Seeing several gang members who were closing up their bodies, the speed of the car slowly slowed down until it came to a complete stop.

"laugh!"

The smoke and dust from the tires splashed on the faces of the gang members, who caught off guard and ate a mouthful of ashes.

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

When they ate a mouthful of ashes, they stood up holding the bag cursingly.

Some people are going to get in the car and take a gun to scare these stupid guys who can't drive, and at least they have to knock down a lot of money.

But as the car door opened, the music played in the car stereo was sent to the ears of several people.

The music was deafening, and everyone in the car seemed to be hearing-impaired.

What's playing in the car is not techno music or ballads, but hymns from the church choir.

In terms of the deceptive nature of this move, it is probably equivalent to the Great Compassion Mantra of the Hua Kingdom.

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

A group of people held rifles and were full of murderous intent. This kind of scene was seen a lot among gangsters.

But they have never seen anyone wrap their guns densely on white paper with sentences from "Classic" written on it!

"Amen."

The shape of the old pastor is even more exaggerated, holding a rune shotgun in both hands, and wearing a cloth strip engraved with runes like a gun, and there is a Latin "Classic" pinned to his waist.

It is thick enough to be bulletproof, and the overall shape is flamboyant and loyal.

He raised his shotgun with a cross hanging from its muzzle.

"Anyone who can act in the eyes of God will be killed!!"

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