This kind of operation, originally didn't need Mai Dangkui to come personally.

After all, he's an important figure in the Bloodline Gang.

But, this shipment is extremely important.

So, Mai Dangkui came to drive himself.

The truck isn't big, and our goods are always high-end.

But right now, the route Master Mai chose is quite peculiar.

Seems like he intends to take Route 66.

That's not right.

Taking Route 66, where will the goods be sent?

Then, it's very likely he's taking a detour.

A detour, to make the cargo safer.

Not really a bad idea.

But soon, the direction of the truck changed again.

This truck took Campo Road.

Really curious.

On both sides of this road, there are either mountains or wilderness.

So... definitely taking a detour!

The changes in Mai Dangkui's truck route have actually always been watched by a group of people.

This group of people is currently in three cars.

They don't dare to get too close.

But next, if they take Campo Road, keeping a distance becomes impossible.

There aren't many cars on that road, it's hard for these three cars to hide.

What to do?

They have to strike!

Starting from Tijuana, this group actually switched cars twice.

Now, there's no choice but to take action.

This group comes from La Mesa Prison in Tijuana, Mexico.

Compared to Mexico's most secure Highland Prison (Altiplano).

The advantage of La Mesa Prison is that there are many people here.

Highland Prison holds powerful figures, while La Mesa holds a bunch of low-level scum.

And mainly those planning to go to the United States.

La Mesa Prison is like a large slum.

About a dozen or twenty people crowded in one room.

Well, it's really hard to call such a place a cell.

Except the door is that of a prison door.

Inside, washing clothes and cooking, all allowed.

But, don't underestimate these guys.

They're also a bunch of ruthless killers.

For money, they'll do anything.

Now, coming from Tijuana, they've been holding back and are quite desperate.

The lead car chose to take Campo Road.

Then, do it!

Actually, coming from Chula Vista, the scenery along the road already resembles Mexico.

Upon entering Campo Road... truly a perfect spot to strike!

The three cars started speeding up, quickly one overtook the truck.

Then, the other two cars positioned one on the left, one behind the truck.

Trapped the truck tightly.

"Stop!"

The leading Old Mo poked his head out, shouted at the driver in the cab.

Moreover, he flaunted the shotgun in his hand.

Remington shotgun, the barrel showed signs of being sawed off.

Obviously a seasoned hand.

The driver didn't want to stop, and shouted a lot in Chinese.

Well, it was actually Cantonese.

But over here, they think all Chinese speak Cantonese.

These Old Mo couldn't understand, but they knew what to do.

Bang bang!

Two shots fired into the sky, the truck finally came to a slow halt.

"what's-wrong-with-you! F*ck U-man! Can't you see the gun?"

The leading Old Mo clearly angry, cursing the driver, using various languages.

The driver looked dumbfounded, the Chinese man, appeared timid yet bold.

This... truly not a contradiction, he explained.

"I just plan to make money! Just making money! Why are you robbing me? Boss, I'm just working for others..."

Old Mo definitely couldn't understand it.

But they could approximately guess.

This Chinese just wants to make money, and they're known for their boldness over money.

However, Chinese immigrants here in the United States often seem timid, easy to bully.

These guys from Tijuana Prison are well aware of this.

So...

The leader called over a subordinate, exchanged a few words.

Most likely the Chinese wouldn't understand Spanish.

So, they spoke without restraint.

Mai Dangkui could hear very clearly.

They said they planned to kill him in a moment.

These bastards!

But his head was held at gunpoint by a Glock.

The remaining subordinates, six of them, had already surrounded the truck but quickly encountered a problem.

"Can't open it!"

This sentence sent the leader into a rage, heading over directly.

Aiming the shotgun at the lock outside the truck.

Bam!

Forcible unlocking.

The outside lock of a truck, seems everyone worldwide does it.

With this, they should be able to retrieve the goods inside.

This group can complete the mission, and the money they get.

Probably no need to stay in prison.

Might as well settle down in America.

Visions of a wonderful future life appeared in their minds.

How wonderful!

Open the door, get in!

Although the truck isn't large, the cargo hold is quite deep.

Even though it's broad daylight, once inside it's total darkness.

The leader didn't care about any of this.

Holding the shotgun, he confidently went in first.

Three people followed behind.

The rest of the Old Mo stayed outside on guard.

But they didn't notice something strange.

That is, the Chinese driver seemed not to run very far.

The leader took out a phone, planned to use the flashlight feature.

Switched it on.

A few boxes, these are probably their targets.

And the other...

"Mama!" the leader shouted for his mother, then gunfire ensued with a bang!

The Old Mo outside were dumbstruck!

They saw their mates who just went in flying out one by one!

The gunshot sounded just like the leader's Remington.

Inside the cargo hold, using a shotgun at close range.

The kill zone, it goes without saying.

The Old Mo panicked, those near the truck prepared to fight.

And the Old Mo holding a gun to Mai Dangkui, at this moment, was distracted.

Suddenly, a change!

"Hey! Amigo!"

The Chinese driver somehow also had a revolver in his hand.

Bang bang!

On the wild highway.

Several shots echoed continuously.

Around the truck, all the Old Mo lay on the ground.

Owen walked out of the cargo hold, although now no one could recognize him as the former high school teacher.

Even Mai Dangkui couldn't.

The driver only knew this was a formidable ally.

As for the rest... Mai Dangkui wouldn't ask.

That would be foolish.

And now...

"We need a living one!"

"That seems difficult."

On the ground, it seemed the leader was still breathing.

The earlier shout to mom wasn't shouted in vain.

...

Beverly Hills.

An upscale Japanese restaurant.

It's said to be the most expensive in All America.

Its architecture resembles that of Tenshu Pavilion.

Though, it's rumored the owner is Chinese.

Many foreigners surely unaware, most Japanese restaurants are opened by Chinese.

After all, creations easily kneaded by hand sold at high prices.

Who wouldn't want to earn this money?

Zhou Mo Sen didn't delve into this, especially since he just received a message.

Taking a look, he furrowed his brows.

Was it too harsh?

While pondering, someone arrived for the meeting.

"Dr. Zhou, I apologize for being late."

The person who arrived was Miss Hilton, whom he met yesterday at the Golden Globe Awards.

Zhou Mo Sen appeared quite magnanimous, "Believe me, gentlemen worldwide would be happy to wait for a beautiful lady like you."

True fishing literature.

But Paris Hilton, after hearing, laughed quite merrily.

Whatever, whether fishing or not, the young lady's happiness is what matters most.

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