Two Realms: Don’t call me evil!

Mexican border.

On the border with the beautiful country, sparse vegetation grows here, the earth is yellow-brown, and the ravines and forests are like the wrinkles of an old man.

A strong wind blew, sending dust and sand all over the sky.

Amidst the dust and sand, a building covering an area of ​​more than ten acres stood erect in the dust.

This is a border checkpoint in the beautiful country, and there are a large number of ragged people nearby, wandering lifelessly like zombies.

Because of the border wall and border wire, a large number of illegal immigrants stay here every day.

These illegal immigrants want to break into the beautiful country through various means and absorb the sweet and free air.

Unfortunately, the border wall blocked their way, and now they can only linger on the Mexican side, trying to sneak across to the other side all day long.

As the saying goes, where there is demand, there are business opportunities.

Some Mexican and American gangsters have focused on this business and earn commissions by helping people smuggle people across the border.

Snakes have their own paths, rats have their own paths. These local snakes know the terrain very well and often know where they can sneak across the border between the two countries smoothly.

These smugglers enjoy the extra money.

However, during this period, the situation began to change again.

Because these local snakes have discovered a more profitable business, that is, smuggling Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid.

How much money do those poor illegal immigrants have? There is no need for rich people to cross the border illegally. They have already emigrated openly and openly.

But Tianyuan hair growth serum is different. This gadget, which sells for up to 300 US dollars, is extremely popular in the beautiful country and sells out of stock. As long as people with hair loss use it once, it will be difficult to leave this magical shampoo. liquid.

They only need to purchase goods from the Tijuana Group and bring them to the beautiful country to earn astonishing profits.

A small bottle of Tianyuan hair growth serum can earn you sixty or seventy dollars.

Tianyuan Hair Growth Serum is light in weight and small in size. One person can easily carry dozens or even hundreds of bottles, which can earn thousands of dollars in profit from a round trip.

Some are more diligent and can make two trips a day.

Therefore, these local snakes have very cleverly invented new ideas for bringing goods.

That is, when taking people to smuggle people across the border, they will not charge commissions from the stowaways. Instead, they will have to carry a box of Tianyuan hair growth liquid and smuggle them into the beautiful country together.

This behavior also caused great headaches and anger to the police of these beautiful countries on the border.

In the past, poisons were hidden in the human body to transport goods, but now, with the times, using the same method to transport Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid is simply shameless.

At the border checkpoint, Lares Petrovich tugged on his stuffy police uniform, pulled off his belt, and slapped a stowaway hard, leaving another bloody red mark on his body.

"I don't know. Please stop fighting. I really don't know."

The smuggler who was whipped was a Latina woman in her thirties, and her voice was hoarse as she cried.

"Tell me, where is the location of the Tijuana Group that you are in contact with, and where do they deliver the goods to you?"

Lares roared angrily, his face turned crimson due to the heat, and his beard trembled like a furious lion.

"I don't. I don't know. The smuggler has already run away. I have never heard of the Tijuana group. I just followed the smuggler's request and came in carrying a box."

This Latina woman cried in grievance. Fortunately, there were no media reporters here, otherwise she would have made headlines in the beautiful country.

"Fake, do you know what your luck is? Do you just do whatever others ask you to do?"

Lares looked unhappy. Since Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid was banned in the beautiful country, it caused a series of problems and the smuggling situation became more and more serious.

At the beginning, the Tijuana Group personally transported the goods of Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid. Later, the United States took a heavy blow and specially sent police dogs, helicopters, and military scouts.

At the same time, intelligence was obtained through undercover and bribery, and many underground tunnels dedicated to smuggling at the border by the Tijuana group were destroyed.

Later, the Tijuana group slowly converged, but it did not reduce the amount of smuggling.

Instead, they distribute the benefits to other gangs and people, and take them with them for smuggling.

Although the volume of smuggling through underground tunnels is not as large as that of smuggling, a single spark can start a prairie fire. There are too many smugglers and too many people.

There is nothing we can do in the beautiful country. Even if we catch them, you won't be able to lock these guys up for long. Many of them are illegal immigrants and stowaways, and they have nothing.

Today, the Tijuana Cartel has become a major concern for these border police.

Because of the emergence of Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid, the pressure on them to detect smuggling has greatly increased, and they are busy with endless tasks every day and night.

The Latina woman who was beaten and scolded did not respond. She lowered her head. Lares's face changed slightly, and he stretched out his hand to sniff, but he couldn't feel any breath at all.

The stowaway himself was weak during the long journey, and he could not survive the beating.

"unlucky."

Lares spat and prepared to find someone to take the body and bury it. As for rescuing it? There is absolutely no need for this and it will only be a waste of medical resources.

It is well known how expensive medicines are in beautiful countries. It is not troublesome for stowaways without medical insurance to get treatment.

Besides, the stowaways are helpless here, and no one will care even if they die.

No matter when they were smuggling Tianyuan Hair Restoration Liquid or before they were smuggling Tianyuan Hair Restoration Liquid, the police in the beautiful country never regarded these stowaways as human beings.

At Lares's invitation, a doctor walked into the interrogation room. He seemed to be used to the torture scene here. After a simple examination, he wrote the result of the examination on the report: "Sudden cardiac death due to heart disease." and stamped it.

"Let's drink together when we have time."

Lares smiled and patted the doctor's shoulder, walked out of the interrogation room, and gulped down two sips of water.

Not long after, several colleagues from other interrogation rooms also appeared one after another, and their interrogation results were the same.

The real smuggler who led the smuggling had already run away. Those guys were familiar with the terrain and slid as fast as rabbits. They returned empty-handed again.

"Lares, do you have any results?"

The colleague looked up and greeted him.

"No, they are very stubborn. Those Tijuana bastards have become turtles now. They only dare to hide in the back of Mexico to sell goods. If I know their location, I will have to stuff all the heads of those bastards into their asses."

Lares cursed twice, full of unsatisfied anger.

Hearing Lares's complaints, the surrounding policemen burst into laughter.

"Haha, good idea Lares, I really want to see the miserable state of those bastards."

"The Tijuana Group knows how to hide all day long, and the CIA is too useless. They haven't found their boss Cartel for such a long time."

"It's a pity that there are no members of Tijuana now, otherwise I will let them learn my marksmanship."

The group of people kept laughing here, but at this time, there was a sudden noise from the outside, like eight hundred ducks calling.

"The illegal immigrants are making trouble again, and they want to break through the barbed wire and run over here."

Lares put down the water bottle, adjusted the gun holster, picked up a baton and walked out aggressively.

But as soon as he walked out of the interrogation building, the scene in front of him made him dumbfounded.

He saw a helicopter flying in the sky, the metal fuselage shining in the sun, and the Gatling gun muzzle under the belly was rotating, spewing out dazzling long flames, which was also the source of the noise Lares heard.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Countless bullets were fired at the border checkpoint, creating a metal storm.

Many American police officers who had no time to react and dodge were immediately torn to pieces by bullets, with broken limbs flying everywhere and blood staining the ground red.

A bullet flew by Lares' scalp, causing goose bumps on his body. He immediately came to his senses and screamed in horror: "Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

In fact, he didn't need to shout, the entire border checkpoint had been alarmed.

These American police officers were suppressed by firepower and could hardly fight back. They could only look for rocket launchers and individual anti-aircraft missiles while calling for support.

Because of the special nature of the border checkpoint, these border police still have no shortage of firepower.

Especially after the Tijuana organization came out of nowhere, the equipment strength was strengthened.

Buzz!

The roar of cars came, and more than a dozen modified bulletproof trucks rushed to the border checkpoint.

One by one, the militants wearing red scarves, bulletproof vests, camouflage uniforms, helmets, and AK47s jumped down. When they saw the American police, they pulled the trigger without hesitation.

At the connection between the front and rear of the truck, the heavy machine gun installed here, the long bullet belt was shaking wildly, and the fierce firepower played a symphony of metal and gunpowder, accompanied by gushing blood, which made people's scalps numb.

"It's the Tijuana Group, they are coming."

Lares saw this scene and instantly recognized the identity of the visitor.

These guys have traces of military training on their movements, and they are wearing uniform uniforms. The firepower is so fierce that they can only be members of Tijuana, which is defined as an extreme terrorist organization by the United States.

"Fight back, fight back immediately."

"The reinforcements are there, we need support, ground troops, air support, everything is fine, come and help us quickly!"

"No, the enemy's firepower is too fierce, how can they be so strong."

The American police at the border checkpoint still want to engage in a shootout.

Those who can be deployed to such a dangerous place as the border to perform tasks must be capable and not just good-for-nothings.

Normally, although they were caught off guard, they were more than enough to deal with the scattered soldiers in Tijuana with their training and shooting skills.

But soon they found that they were not fighting against an unorganized and undisciplined extremist group.

Most of them had military training, and some of them were even stronger than the elite special forces in the army. They had accurate shooting skills, agile and swift body movements, and sharp five senses like swifts.

Many policemen who dared to fight back were shot in the head by bullets as soon as their heads were exposed, and the white and hot brains were scattered all over the floor.

"They are super soldiers. They swallowed the strengthening pills. The Jeko Company gave them the strengthening pills."

Many American policemen below did not know why these Tijuana members had such good shooting skills, but the person in charge of the checkpoint was pale.

He had some connections in the United States and knew about the defeat of the United States in Zen.

Among them, there is information about strengthening pills and super soldiers.

The five or six good players of the enemy must have swallowed strengthening pills, otherwise it would be impossible to have such inhuman speed and nerve reaction.

Although in the eyes of the person in charge, these super soldiers are not the most terrifying first-class super soldiers wearing heavy armor, carrying vehicle-mounted Gatling guns and large-caliber machine guns.

But their border checkpoint is not a regular army with heavy firepower.

These third- and second-class super soldiers are enough to crush them with just their marksmanship and physical fitness.

Soon, the American police were beaten so hard that they dared not show their heads and hid in the house trembling like quails.

Fortunately, the border checkpoint is made of solid materials. The reinforced concrete here is thick and heavy, and the heavy steel door is built according to the specifications of a wartime fortress. As long as they don't want to go out, it's quite safe.

"Bang bang bang!"

Faced with this situation, the members of the Tijuana Group did not choose to attack by force, and began to clean up the American police who did not enter the house.

"Open the door quickly, open the door and let me in."

Lares roared, his eyes bloodshot and red, and kept slapping the door.

He just walked out of the interrogation building aggressively, and now he wants to go back in, but his colleagues and comrades have already closed the door.

"It's Lares' voice, open the door."

"No, do you want those scary guys to come in?"

"Don't open the door, I'll kill anyone who dares to open the door."

The faint quarrel in the room made Lares blush and curse: "Fuck shit, you bunch of shit cowards and traitors, open the door for me immediately, otherwise I will beat your intestines out."

"Lares, don't blame us, we don't want to be killed by you either."

"Yes, Lares, it's time to show your bravery, go and fight, didn't you say that Tijuana is full of cowards, and you have to put their heads in their asses?"

"Sacrifice one for everyone, Lares, how can you not have the courage to sacrifice yourself."

In the room, after a brief silence, the mocking voices of comrades and colleagues came out.

Lares was furious and roared: "I will kill you bastards, I said, I will kill you all."

But just as Lares was still roaring, there were footsteps behind him and the sound of guns being loaded.

Lares turned his head in horror, the cold muzzle of the gun was against his forehead, and there was a pair of cold eyes.

"Don't kill"

Before he finished begging for mercy, the bullet had penetrated his skull, and brain and blood sprayed onto the door behind him.

The super soldier carried Lares's limp body, dipped his finger in the blood of the body, and wrote a line of words on the door.

Similar scenes happened in many places at the checkpoint.

These American policemen kept shrinking and dared not show their heads until the Tijuana members had already left and the support came. Only then did the people inside dare to open the door carefully and walk out.

"It is impolite not to return the favor!"

"If the enemy can go, I can go too!"

"The game has just begun!"

Lines of words written in blood were all over the checkpoint, some in English, some in Chinese, and the police who saw these, one by one, all looked extremely ugly.

This kind of massacre and provocation made them, who always think they are the world's hegemons and feel superior, so angry that their lungs were about to explode.

I have never seen such an arrogant and domineering organization. Even the al-Qaeda in the past did not dare to do this.

Not only did they kill people, but they also trampled on the face of the United States!

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