Alejandro took out a dagger, cut off the right ears of all the corpses present, put them in his pocket and took them away. This was a standard method used by the Mata Group to demonstrate to the enemy.
Police sirens sounded not far away. This is Reforma Avenue, one of the busiest streets in Mexico City, and next to it is Chapultepec Park, which is one of the key points for the Mexican police to maintain order.
"We should go now."
Alejandro put on his hood again, got in the driver's seat, and threw the pocket with the ears into the passenger seat. Broly leaned out, grabbed the window frame of the van with one hand, and held the assault rifle with the other hand, shooting at the approaching police car.
The recoil from the rifle was almost nonexistent for him.
“Bang! Bang!”
Sparks flew out of the engine compartment of the police car. The engine was pierced by bullets. The police car tilted and hit the curb. The police inside quickly stopped the car and fled.
Broly put away his rifle, sat back in his seat, closed the car door, and said with a sour face.
"You just robbed four of my heads."
He just fought hard but didn't get any experience.
Alejandro was familiar with the route in Mexico City, and after turning a few turns, the sirens were almost inaudible. He was a little surprised that Broly was so obsessed with killing people.
"Don't worry, there will be plenty of opportunities next time."
Broly put the safety on his rifle, took out the magazine and began loading bullets into it.
The next target is the drug factory of the Reyes Group, located in a hidden car repair shop, which can produce about 20 tons of methamphetamine a year. It is the largest of the 50 factories of the Reyes Group. These methamphetamines are transported to Texas through the tunnels on the border along with high-purity drugs from Colombia, Bolivia and Peru, and then sent to various states by mules.
This is a route full of gold, bringing abundant cash flow to the Reyes Group. Therefore, this important auto repair shop is very hidden, with more than 80 fully armed soldiers on duty and guarding the periphery.
"How did you find that place?"
Broly asked curiously.
"As a car repair shop, its electricity consumption is too high, and its water consumption and sewage discharge are all over the standard. The Reyes Group thought it was doing it in secret, but in fact, the CIA had already discovered this place."
Alejandro said.
The repair shop is in a town on the outskirts of Mexico City. Mexico's infrastructure is very underdeveloped. There are only more than ten kilometers of roads out of the city, and the rest is dirt roads.
Dust rose into the sky along the way, and outside the car window there was only endless wilderness with clusters of Haloxylon ammodendron trees.
"Be alert, our car is too conspicuous now."
Alejandro squinted his eyes and watched the movements on both sides.
A settlement appeared in front of the skyline, with dilapidated buildings and roadblocks on the road. Several fierce-looking Latino men stood by the roadblocks.
They are all members of the Reyes Group and guard the only route to the garage.
"What are you going to do?"
They spoke in Spanish.
"I was the tour guide, and the guy in the back seat was an American who wanted to take some desert starry sky photos in Mexico."
Broly didn't understand Spanish, and when he saw Alejandro was talking about him, he quickly raised the SLR camera in his hand to signal.
The Latino man looked at Broly and stared at the camera in his eyes. He licked his thick lips. The camera looked very valuable.
He said with some viciousness.
"Give me that camera and get back."
Broly didn't understand what he said and looked at Alejandro.
Alejandro shook his head and whistled.
The Latino man wanted to say something else, but a hand stretched out from the car and grabbed his neck. His eyes bulged, and he only had time to make a slight "ho ho" sound before he was squeezed to death.
Several people nearby were shot down before they could see their companions' situation clearly.
"Do it! Don't let them notify the people at the garage!"
Alejandro opened the door, got in from the driver's seat, and using the van as cover, he shot at everyone in the settlement.
Broly was afraid that he would take all the heads, so he pulled out a rifle from under the seat and fired. He turned on the full-automatic mode, and his hands were like a vise, firmly holding the rifle, and the rifle did not rise at all due to the recoil.
With the dull sound of bullets penetrating human bodies, the unsuspecting gunman was shot down instantly, and his body fell to the ground.
Broly held the gun in both hands, kicked the door open, and then retreated behind the wall. A burst of gunfire broke out in the room, and the bullets bit the wall, peeling off large chunks of cement. He broke the window with his elbow, shot through the window in the direction of the gunfire, and knocked down the gunman inside with a few shots.
He was responsible for clearing the enemies in the building, while Alejandro stood guard with a gun to prevent anyone from escaping from the settlement.
With bursts of gunfire, people in the entire settlement were soon killed or injured. They could not imagine that the reason they died was just because a fool wanted to take the camera.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for reaching level 4, gaining three skill points and one attribute point.
There were about 40 people in the entire settlement, who contributed more than 200 experience points to him. With the experience points he had gained before, Broly leveled up three times and reached level 4. However, the experience points required for each level-up doubled, and now at level 4, he needed 400 experience points to level up.
According to the rules, you gain one skill point for every level up, and one attribute point for every three levels up. Attribute points are much more valuable than skill points.
Without hesitation, he added attribute points to strength. All the muscles in his body suddenly tightened, and a surge of power surged from deep inside his body. He felt that his strength increased by about one third.
This was a bit scary. The improvement he had gained from his persistent training during this period was far less than the improvement from adding points. Moreover, intelligence, which was difficult to train, could also be improved by adding points. It seemed that attribute points were more precious than he had expected.
"Who is there!"
Broly suddenly shouted and pulled out a boy who was about 13 or 14 years old from the weeds. His face was full of panic, his face was extremely pale, and his whole body was shaking.
He knelt on the ground and was about to beg for mercy.
"boom!"
The young man was killed by the blow, and his lifeless body fell limply to the ground.
Broly put away his gun and got back in the car.
Alejandro whistled.
"You acted much more decisively than I thought. I thought I needed to help you with the reloading."
Broly sat on the chair and closed his eyes.
"Since he has chosen to pick up a gun and become a soldier, he should not think of getting away by kneeling down."
Alejandro shrugged, hastily cut off a few ears, put them in his pocket, shook the ears in the bag, cleaned up the scene, picked up all the shell casings and bullets, and took away the body with Broly's fingerprints.
Although the Mexican police were not very skilled, he did not leave any clues at the scene due to his professional habits.
He threw the pocket containing the ears on the passenger seat, got in the car, picked up a cigarette and took a deep puff.
"What we are going to do next will drive the entire Reyes Group crazy."
Broly said nonchalantly.
“I just like to drive people crazy.”