How could a major drug lord not have someone from the DEA around him?The only difference was whether that person was a trusted ally—or not.
Very soon, Coulson received a video on his phone.
The footage was shot from a window high up in a building, looking down. Below, a group of fully armed soldiers could be seen running.
A mangled SUV lay wrecked on the street.
A man stood there wearing a classic bandit-style mask, with only his eyes, mouth, and nose exposed.
He was wielding a Gatling gun, wildly spraying bullets in every direction.
After emptying a belt, the man tossed the Gatling aside and pulled a rifle from his back.
While reloading, he shouted loudly at his surroundings:
"You damn drug dealers! Bastards! Taste the bullets of justice! For the moon, I shall destroy you! Ratatatatat!"
Coulson swore this was the first time in his life he had ever felt ashamed of having a colleague like this.
If you want to shoot, then shoot—what on earth are you shouting about?
And what kind of hidden meaning was there in destroying them for the moon?
Even though the man's face was tightly concealed, Coulson recognized Qin Xiao at a glance.
Setting aside the voice, the bastard was wearing exactly the same clothes he'd been wearing when they met at noon.
…
From a legal standpoint, only those who are arrested, brought to court, and convicted are considered criminals.
Whether it's murder, theft, or drug trafficking—the principle is the same.
Therefore, legally speaking, before trial, these drug lords were still lawful Mexican citizens.
Some of them even had clean records and good public reputations. They created local jobs and funded numerous charities.
When Qin Xiao and the others attacked Celesto's estate last time, the Mexican government had already been deeply displeased.
The situation was barely smoothed over thanks to Nick Fury's covert maneuvering.
But this time, Qin Xiao had infiltrated Mexico alone and wiped out another major cartel stronghold.
Then he swaggered straight into yet another estate.
It was a blatant slap in the face of the Mexican government.
Even worse, he openly threatened other drug lords, forcing them to transfer massive amounts of assets directly into his own account.
These assets were tied to利益输送—利益 chains involving high-ranking government officials.
As a result, the regular army was rapidly deployed, laying a massive net outside the city.
Reynosa, a border city in northeastern Mexico.
Just over a hundred kilometers from California.
Not only was it a key border trade hub, it was also a major transit city for drugs heading into North America.
At least 50% of the North American drug market passed through here every year.
In this chaotic border city, the largest local drug lord—Carlos—held more authority and prestige than the mayor himself.
Of course, that authority came from the guns in his hands and the dollars in his accounts.
But now Carlos's armed forces had been completely crushed.
And the massive bank balances—those endless strings of zeros—had all been transferred elsewhere.
Inside the luxurious estate, now nearly half reduced to rubble, Qin Xiao stood masked, casually holding a cigar Carlos had gifted him.
He strolled into a weapons warehouse stacked high with arms.
Two armed gunmen stood inside. When they saw Qin Xiao, they instinctively snapped their legs together and stood at attention.
During Qin Xiao's earlier assault, these armed men had personally witnessed the terror of a human tank.
Bulletproof. Immense strength. A single punch with the power of a rocket launcher.
How were they supposed to fight that?
Anyone brave enough to resist had already died—otherwise they wouldn't be hiding in the armory.
Now Qin Xiao walked straight in. They didn't even dare move, let alone attack.
And since no one was making a move, Qin Xiao—who wasn't a murderer—naturally wasn't going to punch anyone's head apart.
After glancing over the ammunition, he casually picked up a grenade and pulled the pin with a click.
"Aren't you two leaving?" he asked calmly."Or do you want to be launched into the sky together?"
The moment he spoke, both men bolted.
"Hey! Look how scared you are—I haven't even let go yet!"
The two drug dealers fled without looking back.
Qin Xiao had just made a fortune, and he was in an excellent mood.
He laughed at the two brothers who had just run for their lives.
With one hand, Qin Xiao straightened his clothes slightly, then walked out, calmly lighting the cigar that had been hanging from his mouth for quite some time.
Then he loosened his grip and tossed the grenade straight into the armory behind him.
"You've wanted to do this for a long time," he muttered to himself."You deliberately left the weapons room last and put it deep inside. The explosion roars behind you while you walk away calmly. That's the kind of composure a movie protagonist should have, right?"
Qin Xiao walked forward steadily, murmuring to himself.
He remembered watching Iron Man—even Tony, when testing missiles in Afghanistan, would spread his arms and turn his back to the explosion, pretending nothing had happened.
Boom!
A massive explosion erupted, followed by a chain reaction of blasts.
Qin Xiao subtly adjusted his posture, standing taller as countless iconic movie soundtracks played in his mind.
With the gait of a man cutting ties with the past, he walked toward the estate gate.
A true hero never looks back at explosions.
The grenade triggered a cascade of detonations.
Inside the drug lord's armory were rifles, heavy weapons, and large quantities of explosives.
Seven or eight crates together weighed close to one hundred kilograms.
Of course, compared to a nuclear bomb, one hundred kilograms of TNT was barely a speck of dust.
But in terms of raw explosive force, it was enough to flip a three- or four-story building.
The shockwave tore apart a crate nearby, revealing several handheld rocket launchers.
Driven by the blast, the launchers shot out in all directions like iron spears—
At speeds comparable to bullets.
Unfortunately, one of them flew straight toward Qin Xiao.
For people like him, the more they tried to restrain themselves from doing something, the more they wanted to do it.
Like when you're playing on your phone and a friend of the opposite sex says,"Don't look—I'm changing."
Even if you had no intention of peeking, eventually you'd feel an irresistible urge to glance up.
Most people were like that.
Qin Xiao hesitated too.
Hearing the explosions behind him, his excitement grew—and so did his temptation to turn around.
No one should be watching me right now, he thought.And honestly, I don't feel like pretending anymore.
It should be almost completely destroyed anyway.
He couldn't help it—he sneaked a look back.
The moment he turned his head, his vision went black as an unidentified black object slammed straight into his face.
Bang!
It hit him square on the bridge of the nose and the eyes.
"Ow! My eyeballs are going to burst! Ow!"
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