7 Chapter 7 The factory
Alejandro took out his dagger, cut off the right ears of all the corpses present, put them in his pockets, and took them away. This was the Mata group's method of demonstrating to the enemy.
Not far away, on Reforma Avenue, one of the busiest streets in Mexico City, next to Chapultepec Park, a siren sounded. Maintaining order is a priority for the Mexican police.
"We should go."
Alejandro put his hood back on, sat in the driver's seat, and tossed the bag of ears onto the passenger seat. Broly leaned out, grabbed the window frame of the van with one hand, gripped the assault rifle with the other, and fired at the approaching police car.
The recoil of the rifle was almost nonexistent to him.
"Bang! Bang bang!"
A cloud of sparks erupted from the engine compartment of the police car, and the engine was pierced by a bullet. The police car tilted sharply and hit the road. The policemen inside quickly stopped the car, got out and fled.
Broly put down his gun, sat back down, closed the car door, and said with a sullen face.
"They just stole four of my heads.
He only fought hard and gained no experience.
Alejandro knew the route through Mexico City. After a few turns, the sound of the sirens was almost gone. It was strange that he was so obsessed with killing Broly.
"Don't worry, there are still chances ahead."
Broly turned the safety on his rifle, took out the magazine and started loading bullets.
The next target is the Reyes Group's drug factory, located in a hidden auto repair shop. It can produce about twenty tons of methamphetamine a year. It is the largest of the Reyes group's fifty factories. These methamphetamines, along with high-purity drugs from Colombia, Bolivia, and Peru, have been transported through border tunnels to Texas, and then by mules to various states.
This is a line that flows with gold, bringing abundant cash flow to the Reyes group. For this reason, this important auto repair shop is very hidden, with more than 80 heavily armed soldiers guarding it, and there are guards on the perimeter.
"How did you find it there?"
Broly asked curiously.
"As a car repair shop, its power consumption is too high, and its water consumption and sewage discharge exceed the standards. The Reyes Group thinks it is very hidden, but in fact the CIA discovered this place a long time ago."
Alejandro said.
The garage is located in a town on the outskirts of Mexico City. Mexico's infrastructure is very poor. There are only about ten kilometers of paved roads after leaving the city, and the rest are dirt roads.
Dust rose into the sky along the way, and outside the car window there was nothing but an endless wilderness with clumps of Haloxylon ammodendron trees.
"Be careful, our cars are too conspicuous now."
Alejandro narrowed his eyes and watched the movement on both sides.
A settlement appeared in front of the skyline, with dilapidated buildings and barricades on the road. Several Hispanic men with fierce expressions stood beside the barricades.
They are all members of the Reyes group, guarding the only way into the garage.
"What are you going to do?"
they said in Spanish.
"I was the tour guide, and there was a Yankee in the back seat who wanted to take pictures of the stars in the Mexican desert."
Broly didn't understand Spanish, so when he saw Alejandro talking about himself, he quickly raised the single-lens camera in his hand to signal.
The Hispanic man looked at Broly and stared into the camera's eyes. He licked his thick lips. The camera looked very precious.
He said with some ferocity.
"Give me the camera and go back.
Broly didn't understand what he was saying and looked at Alejandro.
Alejandro shook his head and whistled.
The Hispanic man started to say something else, but a hand reached out from the car and grabbed him around the neck. His eyes popped out and he only had time to make a small "ho ho" sound before he was crushed to death.
Several people on the side were shot down before they could clearly see the situation of their companions.
"Do it! Don't let them notify the people in the garage!"
Alejandro opened the door, got out of the driver's seat, used the van as a cover and shot everyone in the settlement.
Broly was afraid he would steal all the heads, so he pulled his rifle from under the seat, raised his hand, and fired. He put it in full automatic mode, and his hands were like a vise, holding the gun tightly. The rifle did not rise at all from the recoil.
With the muffled sound of bullets penetrating the human body, the unprepared gunman was instantly shot down and his body fell to the ground.
Holding the gun in both hands, Broly kicked open the door and retreated behind the wall. A burst of gunfire erupted in the room, the bullets biting into the wall and peeling off
large chunks of cement. He broke the window with his elbow and fired through the window in the direction of the gunfire. Several shots knocked the gunman down inside.
He is responsible for clearing the building of enemies, while Alejandro stands guard with a gun to prevent anyone from escaping the settlement.
Accompanied by bursts of gunfire, everyone in the entire settlement was quickly killed and injured. They never imagined that the reason for their deaths was just a fool who wanted to take advantage of the camera.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for reaching level four and gaining three skill points and one attribute point].
In total, there were about forty people in the entire settlement who had contributed more than two hundred experience points to him. Adding the previous experience, Broly was promoted three levels in a row, reaching level four. It's just that the experience required for each level is doubled. Now at level 4, the upgrade requires 400 experience points.
The rule is that you get one skill point for every level you level up, and you get one attribute point for every three levels you level up. Attribute points are much more valuable than skill points.
Without hesitation, he added attribute points to Strength. All the muscles in his body suddenly tensed, and a surge of power surged out from deep within his body. He felt that his strength had increased by about a third.
This is a bit frightening. The improvement he has made through continuous training during this period is far less than the improvement he has made by adding points. Moreover, intelligence, which is difficult to train, can also be improved by adding points. It seems that attribute points are more valuable than he expected.
"Who's there!"
Broly suddenly shouted softly, picking up a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy from the grass. His face was filled with panic, his face was extremely pale, and his whole body was shaking.
He was kneeling on the ground, about to beg for mercy.
"Boom!"
The boy was killed in a single blow, and his lifeless body fell limply to the ground.
Broly put the gun down and sat back in the car.
Alejandro whistled.
"You were much more determined than I thought. I thought I had to help you with your shot."
Broly sat in the seat and closed his eyes to relax.
"Since he chose to pick up a weapon and become a warrior, don't even think about getting away by kneeling."
Alejandro shrugged, hastily cut off some ears, put them in his pocket, shook the ears in the bag, cleaned up the scene, picked up all the shell casings and bullets, and left the body with Broly's fingerprints.
Even though the level of the Mexican police is not high, he did not leave any clues at the scene because of his professional habits.
He threw the bag with the ears on the passenger seat, got into the car, picked up a cigarette and took a long drag.
"What we're going to do next will drive the entire Reyes group crazy."
Broly said nonchalantly.
"I just love driving people crazy."
