"Remember, it's best not to use your abilities. If someone sees you, it will be very troublesome, especially with that green energy pulse."
Matt said as he drove.
"This kind of thing doesn't need to be solved with fists. Believe me, I'm also an accurate shooter."
Broly put on sunglasses and wrapped a scarf around the lower half of his face. Alejandro and Wade were putting on bulletproof vests, but they would still die if they were shot.
"I can attest to that."
Alejandro said.
As the distance to the destination became shorter and shorter, the number of vehicles traveling with us became fewer and fewer. There was hardly a second car on the wide road.
With a deafening engine sound, a motorcycle caught up with their car, and a Mercedes driver with a Mohawk hairstyle blatantly looked into the situation inside the car.
"We've been targeted." Wade said nonchalantly, "Obviously, Farakon's men have been keeping an eye on this road. It looks like we've won the prize."
Soon, three Volkswagen Caravelle commercial vehicles caught up. The windows were coated with film, making it difficult to see what was going on inside the cars.
At a red light, all the cars stopped.
“It’s time to get to work.”
Matt said, pulling out an M4A1, while Broly used the HK-433 from earlier.
The door of the Caravelle was opened, and several gangsters with strange appearances were about to get out of the car. The first one was shot down before his feet even touched the ground, and everyone in the car was trapped inside. Broly pulled the trigger and poured fire crazily at the opponent's car.
Soon, all three Caravelles were shot into pieces, and the shot gunmen slid out of the car doors weakly. Now they could finally get out of the car.
The gangster on the motorcycle started the motorcycle in panic. He didn't expect that in less than three seconds, those domineering gunmen in the gang had turned into corpses.
Before he could drive far, a flower of blood exploded from his head. The motorcycle lost control and rushed off the road. It drove more than ten meters before falling to the ground together with the corpse.
“It’s accurate indeed.”
Matt raised his eyebrows, a little surprised. He expected that a guy as powerful as Broly should disdain guns.
"A mob."
The Crown Victoria continued on its way, leaving a trail of bodies behind.
Soon, they arrived at Farakon's mansion. The luxurious white walls, wrought iron gates, gardens, fountains, and marble columns made people feel as if they were in the Palace of Versailles.
“When I saw this house, I realized that drug trafficking is really profitable.”
Wade sighed, and the next moment, he stretched out his gun and shot a gunman holding a grenade launcher. This shot seemed to press a button, and gunshots suddenly rang out inside and outside the mansion.
The four men quickly advanced towards the interior of the Farakon residence, and the gunmen who blocked their way along the way were shot dead without any resistance.
Soon, they caught Farrakón, his wife, two sons, and a thin middle-aged Latin American man who were trying to leave through the tunnel.
"Kill them, kill them, Koko!"
Farakon gave the Latin American a somewhat hysterical order. He was a kind-looking Mexican with a neatly trimmed beard, a rather burly figure, and dressed in formal attire. When ordinary people saw him, their first impression was definitely that he was a middle-level manager of a large multinational company, and they would never think that he was a drug lord with blood on his hands.
The Latin American mutant opened his hands and was about to activate his ability when a dagger pierced his jaw and penetrated his brain.
Broly pulled out the dagger, shook off the blood on it, and put it back into the sheath on the side of Alejandro's leg.
Matt patted Alejandro on the shoulder.
"It's all your time from now on."
Wade opened his mouth to say something, hesitated for a moment, and turned his head away.
Alejandro walked up to Faracon with an expressionless face. Under his cold gaze, Faracon quickly knelt on the ground. His wife trembled and knelt down with her two children.
He looked down at Farakon, and then glanced at the dining table not far away, which was filled with a rich supply of food.
"How many families die every night because of you? And you, you are leisurely enjoying dinner in this palace."
Farakon held his son's hand and forced himself to look Alejandro in the eye. His rapid breathing revealed his inner nervousness. But years of experience in the hail of bullets allowed him to quickly conceal his nervousness.
His expression became natural again, and he looked at Alejandro as if he was looking at an old friend.
"I know your wife. She's a very gentle woman. Do you think she would be proud of who you are now?"
Alejandro's face remained expressionless, but Broly saw that the veins in his hand holding the gun suddenly bulged.
"What about my daughter? Do you still know my daughter?"
Farakon closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Your daughter, you know that I always put the option of force at the end, but Filippoto is different. He is very irritable and I can't influence his decision."
Alejandro said word by word.
"So I will kill Filippoto too."
Farakkon knew that he was doomed to die today. His facial muscles trembled, his eyes were red, and tears were welling up.
"At least, at least not in front of the children..."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three gunshots rang out, and blood splattered into Farakon's eyes.
"as you wish."
Alejandro made a gentlemanly gesture.
Farakon opened his eyes wide and looked at Alejandro. He wiped his eyes, and the blood on his fingers was bright red and a little dazzling. After doing all this, Alejandro dropped the rifle in his hand and sat on the ground without saying a word.
Matt shook his head and walked forward, hitting Farakon's vein with the edge of his palm, knocking him unconscious.
"Is this hard to accept, kid?" He looked at Wade, "I thought you, as a mercenary, were used to this kind of thing."
Wade pinched his nose.
“That’s why I left Africa.”
Matt dragged Farakon from the dining room to the study.
"I didn't expect that you look unreliable, but you are actually a good person. I want to tell you something. About 60 kilometers away from here, there is a house with more than 40 corpses built into the wall. There are men, women, old people, and children. There are enough corpses to open a human body museum. The culprit is this guy."
Matt busily brought a large bucket of water from the kitchen and looked at Wade.
"Do you feel better after hearing this?"
Wade took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, finally no longer having Sima's face.
"Since you're alright, come and help me. We still have a lot of things to do next. Whether we can get Filippo out of his rat hole depends on the next thirty minutes."