After retreating more than ten meters, Lu Ke gradually began to speed up, moving forward quickly in small steps on the ground.
When he approached the truck, his first step was still two meters away from the truck, his second step was on the wooden board of the back compartment of the truck, and his third step was to force his legs together and push down heavily, just stepping on the wooden board on the roof.
Then, he flew up.
The roof of the truck was already 1.7 meters high. After taking advantage of the force here and the pair of toys on his legs, Lu Ke flew into the air and rushed diagonally above the wire mesh.
The moment he approached the barbed wire, his body began to bend as he fell, and his legs carrying the pair of toys became parallel to the barbed wire.
This is just like the rhythm of an athlete in pole vaulting or high jump, just passing over the top of the wire mesh.
However, there was no air cushion under Lu Ke.
Using inertia to exert force, he completed a front flip, and completely adjusted his posture when he was two meters away from the ground. His legs landed steadily on the ground, and he ran more than ten meters following the momentum and elasticity, and finally stopped.
Lu Ke sat down on a slightly raised earthen slope, untied the elastic stilts on his legs, then found a bush not far away, grabbed a stone, dug a shallow hole near its roots, threw the pair of toys in, and buried them.
After doing this, Lu Ke walked away.
It took more than five hours to walk, and a row of densely packed shanty towns appeared in the distance.
Lu Ke felt relieved, his estimation was correct, there was indeed a town here.
There are many such places on the US-Mexico border. The American side of the border is desolate, while the Mexican territory across the border is full of small towns.
There was a medium-sized town thirty kilometers away from the crossing point that Lu Ke chose.
He took out a small mirror and checked his outfit, making sure that the large sunglasses and the red scarf covering the lower half of his face were okay before entering the town.
The official language of Mexico is Spanish, but over a long period of time, the language here has become very different from that of Spain.
At the same time, thanks to the United States, many people here can speak some English.
At least they can understand simple words like buy, sell and car.
Not long after, Lu Ke set off in a shabby car he had just bought.
The car was old, but also very cheap. The price of eight hundred dollars was probably because it was a stolen car that had been passed down many times.
Of course, the other party must have ripped him off, and Lu Ke knew it very well, but he didn't have time to argue with the person who sold the car.
His vacation this time is only ten days, and he has already spent two days here.
At least three days must be reserved for the return trip, so his travel time cannot exceed five days.
The less time he has, the more dangerous his actions will be.
At this moment, Lu Ke only had a little over two thousand US dollars left on him, but he was not anxious.
Driving his broken car and taking out a map of Mexico that he had studied countless times, Lu Ke drove quickly towards his destination.
The Carlos family is a small, emerging family and is not very powerful in Mexico.
In order to save costs, they chose a small town near the Texas border as the family base.
However, they have made a lot of money in recent years and are said to be looking for new family territory.
But so far, they are still entrenched in this small town called Temir.
This is Mexico. Most small towns in the United States have only a few thousand or even a few hundred people, but the town here has a population of nearly 10,000 people, and the most powerful among them is the Carlos family.
Lu Ke bought some bottled water when passing through several small towns along the way.
Forget about the food. The hygiene of that food cannot be guaranteed, and he doesn't want to put his stomach through such an unknown test.
However, he had some high-calorie food in his backpack, which would last him a day or two.
During the day, Lu Ke drove on the road, filling up the gas once.
The car's exterior was shabby, but the main interior parts were still in good condition. This was the experience Lu Ke learned from Robert, which was to simply judge whether a car could be started, rather than breaking down after just a few minutes of driving.
This car is really powerful. Although it has no air conditioning, a window is broken, and the seat cushion has several holes made by bullets, it keeps moving forward steadily.
Before nightfall, Lu Ke arrived at his destination, the small town of Temir.
He did not rush in stupidly, but stopped one kilometer away from the town, found a place under the shade of trees and drove the car in.
He got out of the car and set up simple warning devices around him before he rested in the car.
Lu Ke waited until it was completely dark, put on some makeup, put on a big beard, and had thick medium-length hair. At first glance, he looked like an artistic youth.
He then set out on foot and entered the small town of Temir.
This place is similar to most Mexican towns, dirty and messy to be sure, but there are two very good nightclubs here.
One of them is the Carlos family business.
They openly sell goods here and attract wealthy tourists, mainly from the United States, to spend money.
In their nightclubs, customers can do many things that they cannot do in the United States as long as they have money. Moreover, their club has a good reputation and will never rob customers.
Come to think of it.
For the Carlos family, the cost of those goods was incredibly low, but when they were sold to American tourists in the store, they were sold at the lowest retail price in the United States.
95% of the money sold in the store can be considered pure profit.
Now, this nightclub is quite famous in the United States and its business is booming.
After all, a nightclub receives at most three or four hundred guests a night, and their customers come from all over the United States.
Lu Ke had already seen this information in the materials provided by Chris, so he was able to find him so easily.
Compared to the real drug lords, the Carlos family is at most a new small fry without enough foundation.
A real drug lord would have hundreds of elite gunmen under his command, and thousands of younger brothers and lackeys outside. It would be difficult for Lu Ke to kill them all.
In the dark, Lu Ke walked around the nightclub called Saprela for several times before finally returning to the front door. He handed a Franklin to each of the two people at the door and walked in, twisting his body.
The two black thugs looked at each other, shrugged, and ignored the lunatic.
This is not America. Only the unscrupulous ones give tips. Besides, they are not doormen.
But if rich guys are willing to spend money lavishly, they are of course happy to accept it.
They have seen many American idiots who come here to have fun, and giving them a hundred dollars is not much.
As soon as Lu Ke entered the nightclub, he saw two Mexican beauties with sharp facial features and first-class looks.