Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 221 I Do a Serious Business
Ricardo is the owner of a car repair shop, and his shop is on the side of the road.

In addition to repairing cars, he also sells second-hand cars and auto parts by the way.

If he doesn't dislike his wife's craftsmanship, he can also work part-time in a fast food restaurant.

Ricardo's business has always been good thanks to his positional advantage and three fellows with decent marksmanship.

Just like today, just as he opened the door, a truck drove into the yard at the door.

Ricardo rubbed his eyes full of gum. He has repaired cars for more than 20 years, but he didn't recognize what kind of car it was.

"Hey guys, I haven't had breakfast yet. Whatever you need, you'll have to wait."

Ricardo walked over and patted on the car door and said.

The glass was one-way anti-peep, which prevented him from seeing the passengers inside.

Unrecognizable models and invisible passengers made the experienced Ricardo a little wary.

"Or you can continue driving ahead, the store in front should be open by now."

Ricardo pretended to be enthusiastic and said.

Unfortunately, the passengers in the car were not moved by his trick, they opened the door and got out.

Asian.

After Ricardo saw the faces of the passengers, his body immediately relaxed.

We all know that being Asian means safety most of the time, just like a minority group means danger most of the time.

Moreover, there are men and women in this group of Asians, and they all look young and rich.

Ricardo, who once had a family history, can easily tell the rich from the poor.

"Of course, if you don't mind, you can have breakfast here first. My wife's pies and corn soup are famous far and wide."

He immediately changed into an enthusiastic tone.

"No need. Are there license plates for sale?"

Chu Zihang served as the main force in the negotiations.

"License plate?"

Ricardo glanced at the front of the car, there was indeed no license plate.

"Uh, sorry, we are a regular repair shop here, and we don't sell that kind of thing."

he said cautiously.

"Unload one of those cars."

Chu Zihang pointed to the old cars parked in the yard.

"This, I have to ask my wife. Please wait a moment, everyone."

Ricardo pretended to be embarrassed and said, then approached the room.

If you are a local, you will know something is wrong when you hear this sentence. Mexican men are machismos, so how could they ask their wives for their opinions.

His steps were slow, for fear of arousing the suspicion of those people.

Because Ricardo had just caught a glimpse of these people's waists, which were full of guns.

Simply, those Asians didn't shoot him until he got close to the house.

A few minutes later, Ricardo appeared at the door with three men and his wife holding guns of different lengths.

"Excuse me, gentlemen. I'm afraid I can't do your business, so please leave."

His attitude was very polite. Although these people didn't hold guns, who knew if there were any quick shooters like those in the movie.

Besides, those who open the door to do business will not do it if they can.

Facing the guns pointed at them, these Asians didn't seem to panic at all, and even looked a little contemptuous.

This made Ricardo angry, but he also believed in his heart that this group of people is definitely not tourists.

"Relax."

Chu Zihang gave a reminder first, and then put his hands in his pockets.

Ricardo's body tensed instantly, his finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any time.

But Chu Zihang did not take out the gun, but took out a bundle of green dollars.

"Is this enough?"

He threw the dollar out of a graceful parabola, just right at Ricardo's feet.

The owner of the repair shop looked ahead, knelt down on one knee to pick up the bundle of banknotes, and visually estimated that there were about ten notes.

A thousand dollars is enough to buy a car.

Ricardo was moved for a few seconds, but finally decided to refuse.

Another reason why his store has been open for so many years is not to cause trouble.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I can't do your business. If your car needs servicing, I can service and fill your car for free."

Ricardo said.

As a Mexican, his attitude is already very polite.

If it is an ordinary person, it is time to leave wisely.

It's a pity that Lu Mingfei and the others are not ordinary people, and they don't like being rejected.

Five silver lights flashed away, and the spears of Ricardo and the others immediately split into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Every incision is no more, no less, just right next to their fingers.

Ricardo looked at the wall in a cold sweat, the throwing knife shot into the concrete until it sank into the handle.

What the hell?Is this group of ninjas or kung fu masters?

"You can choose to give it to us, or we can take it ourselves."

Chu Zihang spoke again.

"Customer is God, of course we serve you."

Ricardo said obsequiously.

He can't beat him, and his shots are generous, so what else is there to say.

Besides, he wasn't clean at all, he just didn't want to take the jobs of these foreigners.

Ricardo didn't unload those cars, they were genuine brands, and they were to be sold together with the cars.

And when something happens, others will chase after the license plate.

He entered the house and came out after a while with two license plates.

Unlike license plates in other countries that are simply one or two colors, Mexican license plates are different from state to state, and often have bright colors and various patterns.

The piece Ricardo took out was divided into three areas: yellow, green, and blue. In the middle is a portrait of a person wearing a big straw hat and beating a drum.

"The license plate is real, but I don't know if it is clean."

he said frankly.

Like documents, license plates are also divided into several grades.

There is really no accident record, and the original owner has no criminal record, which is naturally the top.

But that kind of Ricardo is reluctant to take it out at the beginning, if these people mind, he will change it again.

"It's ok."

Chu Zihang didn't mind.

As long as there is a license plate and it is not too fake, at this time, even Huaguo has not popularized the camera and license plate comparison system, let alone Mexico.

They only want the license plate because the car itself is too conspicuous, and getting a license plate will slightly reduce the sense of presence.

Ricardo and his assistant quickly changed the license plate. A young assistant wanted to strike up a conversation with Lu Mingfei, but he quickly stopped him.

Just kidding, the Holy Mother doesn't let you go to heaven by yourself, does she?
Ricardo gave the idiot a hard kick, then respectfully watched them drive away.

He gave the bundle of banknotes to his wife to keep away, and then took out his mobile phone.

Of course, there is a gang behind the auto repair shop, and logically speaking, he wanted to notify the ground of such a group of unidentified ruthless people.

But thinking of the gun barrel cut by the flying knife, Ricardo hesitated again.

If the gang had a conflict with this group of people, if they were not dead, they would definitely guess that he was the informer and come back to make trouble.

Forget it, more is worse than less.

After opening the store for another two years, the money earned will be enough to immigrate to the United States.

The armored vehicle with the license plate changed to gallop on the road, attracting the frequent glances of passing vehicles.

No way, despite the camouflage, the frame of the armored car is there, even as a truck, it is quite impressive.

"Hey man, what kind of car is this? I want one too."

A passing pickup yelled at them.

"Sorry, this is not for sale."

Chu Zihang showed him a kind smile with an arm circumference of 40 cm.

"OK."

Pickup politely pulled away.

After a total of about seven hours of driving, they finally arrived at their destination, Culiacan.

This small city with a population of about 120 million is the capital of Sinaloa State and an important economic, cultural, commercial and tourist center of the state.

It is said to be a tourist center, because it is not on the border, the style of the city looks much simpler than that of Juárez.

At least there weren't so many whores standing by the side of the road waving at them.

But this does not mean that Culiacan is a city of honest folk customs. On the contrary, the gang power here is more than that of Juárez.

Because the gang here is the Sinaloa drug trafficking group, their boss Guzman is considered to be the most powerful drug lord in Mexico and even the world.

According to the information given to him by the North American Mixed Race Alliance, Guzman is a member of the Mexican Mixed Race Organization, and Culiacan is also one of the main production areas of "Divine Blood".

To catch Guzman, and then follow the clues to find the Mexican mixed race organization and uproot them. This is the purpose of Lu Mingfei and the others coming here.

Akina Sakai put on their make-up before driving into downtown Culiacan.

After all, it hasn't been long since they made a big fuss in Juarez, and maybe Culiacan's gang has mastered their physical characteristics.

As a Japanese girl, Akina Sakai is very good at makeup. Before coming here, she had a tutoring session with Kabuki master Minaiko. It should be enough to deal with foreigners who look similar to Asians.

He randomly picked a nice hotel to stay in, looked at the waiter who was helping them with their luggage attentively, Chu Zihang motioned him to follow into the room.

"Is there anything I can do for you, sir."

the waiter asked excitedly.

I am not afraid that the guests have too many things to do, but I am afraid that the guests have nothing to do.

Unlike China, Mexico also accepts tips like Europe and the United States.

"We want to have some fun, you understand?"

Chu Zihang took out a Franklin and put it on the table.

"Understood, I understand, sir, do you want to play two games or just have fun?"

The waiter put away the banknotes and asked knowingly.

"I want them all, and I still want this."

He made a sharp sniffing motion.

"This"

The waiter hesitated a little. Although Culiacan is a stronghold of addicts, he still has some scruples about bringing foreign tourists.

The main concern is DEA spies.

A while ago, two agents from the Drug Enforcement Administration were recognized in the restaurant and tortured on the spot for seven or eight hours.

Their ribs were broken, their legs were flayed, and their skulls, jaws, cheekbones, and windpipes were literally crushed.

Even a hole was pried open in the heads of the two of them by the drilling machine, which looked horrible.

The perpetrators also injected them with chemical drugs such as amphetamines to keep them awake during the torture.

If the waiter brought the spy into the venue, he would end up no better than the spy.

Chu Zihang saw his resistance and didn't press hard.

"Then take us to the best and biggest venue."

He said.

"Okay, no problem sir, I promise you have fun."

The waiter breathed a sigh of relief and said happily.

In the evening, the waiter drove the hotel car and sent the three of Lu Mingfei to the traffic jam.

As for Sakai Akina and Uesugi Erika, they were waiting in the armored vehicle, ready to support at any time.

"Excuse me, sir, you will be searched when you enter the traffic jam."

The guards at the gate stopped them.

The waiter smiled apologetically at them, but said nothing.

However, the three of them were not armed at first, so they were not afraid of being searched.

But the guard touched it a few times and found the problem.

"what is this?"

He poked at the carapace and the muscle suit inside, and asked seriously.

(End of this chapter)