Strong muscles.

A body with no excess fat.

In his thirties.

Yet his physical abilities are absolutely on par with young men.

Zhou Mo Sen looked at himself in the mirror, feeling very confident.

But he couldn't help but associate himself with a term.

Sandwichman.

This term doesn't refer to a sandwich and man, nor to someone who likes eating sandwiches.

It refers to people seen on the streets of Europe and America today, wearing two advertising boards.

That is, having ads both in front and behind them.

Usually for shop promotions.

Sandwichman actually reflects capitalism's exploitation of people.

Exploitation without bottom lines!

Zhou Mo Sen's situation now is.

There are people in front.

There are people behind.

And they are all tall and beautiful women.

He is also a sandwichman.

Especially, he is being ruthlessly exploited!

Zhou Mo Sen couldn't help but think of what Brother Jinjiang once said.

There are indeed things in capitalism that we should learn from.

...

The master is truly amazing.

The mysterious power of the East is really irresistible.

Nicole Kidman and Daddario had tired eyes, but there was more satisfaction.

"Could it be, too dangerous?"

"How can you doubt the master's strength?"

"But I'm still a bit worried."

"Why not, I'll go too."

"Senior sister doesn't need to go, you mentioned, your father went, if you go too, then..."

"Then you must take good care of the master for me."

"Master is the most important person to me, of course, I'll take good care of him."

The two disciples, speaking one after the other.

Zhou Mo Sen couldn't help but interject.

"Do I not exist?"

Nicole Kidman and Daddario quickly fell silent.

Did the master get angry?

Of course not, a move like "Dapeng Spreads Its Wings", and beauties fell into his embrace.

"This time, I'm going to eliminate the Descent Sect!"

The tone of this statement was extremely powerful.

The two beauties fell deeper.

However, Zhou Mo Sen already had a plan, and he couldn't be hasty.

Besides, he knew he had to wait for someone.

Only when that person returns, can he say he's absolutely certain!

...

Morning.

Outside Saint Maria Hospital in Tijuana.

Owen, under the alias Leo, sat in the driver's seat of a Toyota pickup.

Idly tapping the steering wheel with his hand.

After he used a grenade to take out his opponent the night before the boxing match.

Owen naturally became the chosen one.

As for the dead opponent.

Who was he?

No one really cared about that guy.

Of course, it wasn't just Owen; three people were selected this time.

Yet, five people were breaking out.

There was that Garcia, whom Owen pleaded for.

And then there were three others, two of which were chosen.

And there was someone special.

Correa.

This person from the Gulf Group would be in charge of the whole incident.

Clearly, the three big families ultimately didn't surpass the Gulf Group.

That's not surprising.

The Gulf Group, where Correa belongs, is relatively speaking a very young 'group'.

Founded in 1970, it is indeed very young.

Unlike those families, many are several generations old.

In Mexico, a group certainly means a crime group.

There were already groups, like the Guadalajara Group.

But Guadalajara is completely different from the Gulf Group.

Guadalajara is essentially, several big families united together.

In other words, the Guadalajara Group was originally also a family.

But the Gulf Group is not formed by families.

They operate as a 'military' unit.

The most famous is the Scorpion Team, universally recognized as the most powerful combat force.

Others include the Hurricane Team, the Subway Team...

And with so many teams, it's not hard to guess.

The Gulf Group is very divided, with many factions internally.

But it must be admitted that this group's combat capability is really strong.

The most famous battle was in 1999, when 34 special forces defected.

And then took down the Mexican Government Army.

Yet even so, the business they're in is the same as other families.

Drug trafficking.

But this time it's different, as only Correa came.

And their target is a hospital.

More interestingly, Correa calls this operation:

Picking up goods!

Going to a hospital to pick up goods is indeed somewhat ironic.

However, Owen wasn't really feeling well inside.

Just then, a few gunshots suddenly rang out!

Bam bam!

"Quick! Start the car!"

"What's the fear! No need to panic!"

Correa remained calm, whereas someone like Garcia was dripping with sweat, trembling in his boots.

Seeing that everyone was there, Owen started the vehicle.

Vroom vroom!

The engine roared as the pickup sped off!

...

"Wasn't our heist too smooth?"

"This wasn't a heist at all."

"Huh? Could it be..."

"Idiot! Before we arrived, Sandra had already sorted it out for me!"

As the pickup drove along the highway, they weren't heading directly to San Diego.

According to Correa's instructions, they were going to Yuma Town first.

Entering the United States from there.

Along the way, naturally someone couldn't keep quiet.

Garcia, with all sorts of questions, got answers from Correa.

And what's the deal with Sandra?

Actually, Owen knew who that woman was.

A daughter of a family within the Guadalajara Group, and after the group fell, Sandra went solo.

The woman was quite something.

Starting with sleeping with drug lords, and later, she moved up to Mexican government officials.

For instance, her current husband seems to be a prominent figure in Mexican anti-drug enforcement.

In this woman's case.

Drug lords and government officials realized their achievement of being like-minded folks.

Why does this woman have such charm?

Not just because she looks good, but also, she's a university graduate from a prestigious school.

No wonder they say knowledge changes destiny.

Because of people like Sandra, Mexican drug lords dare to boldly confront the government.

Their strength is roughly equal, and the drug lords' intelligence network is much better than the Mexican government's.

Thinking this, Correa suddenly pulled out a phone and dialed a number.

After a brief conversation, he signaled Owen to pull over the vehicle by the side of the road.

Soon after, someone arrived.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

"Hahaha... Don't mention it, Mr. Paddy."

In fact, when this person arrived, Owen had already fixed his gaze on him.

No choice, the one called Paddy really looked very much like someone.

His name is Juan Paddy.

The illegitimate son of a councilor in San Diego.

Owen didn't know about this relationship yet, but he's confirmed.

He's found an important clue.

This trip to La Mesa, with all the jail time, boxing, and robbery.

It was all worth it.

Then suddenly, Garcia's voice sounded in his ear.

"Leo, we can finally go to the United States, right?"

Garcia is just one of those guys who had going to the United States as his goal.

To achieve this goal, he pleaded with Owen in every possible way.

Owen finally had no choice but to agree to help him.

Garcia had heard it when Correa talked with Mr. Paddy about the details of going to the United States.

Finally, the dream could come true!

Then, Correa gave a few signs, and everyone got out of the car, looking like they were going to switch vehicles.

But then... a gunshot rang out!

Garcia's forehead had a bullet hole.

Correa blew on his revolver, "Sorry, the new car doesn't have enough seats."

Garcia couldn't hear this anymore, this guy who dreamed of America.

Was more than dead.

Owen looked at his corpse, lost in thought…

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