Qing Chen: "..."
How did this happen to the old lady? He never wastes food, but the other person keeps feeding him plates and plates of insects, and he can't finish them no matter what.
Qingchen noticed the other party's hospitality and tentatively asked in English, "Do you have a telephone here? Or is there any way to leave this place?"
The aunt couldn't understand what he was saying either, and after babbling on and on, she went to continue roasting insects for the children...
Qing Chen sighed, "What a twist of fate... I wonder if Qing Guozhong has been released yet?"
What's rather strange is that if he hadn't lost his memory, he wouldn't have remembered that he had a father who had been taken away.
Just then, the sound of an engine came from outside.
Qingchen's eyes lit up. With a car, there was a way to leave this place. Regardless of what he had experienced before losing his memory, returning to China as soon as possible was the most important thing.
However, the next moment, rapid gunshots rang out outside, and the aunt frantically pulled the children, making them climb out the window to escape.
But when she opened the window, there were already people blocking the way outside.
Qing Chen: "..."
What kind of mess is this? I'm just an ordinary high school student, how did I suddenly get involved in this inexplicable situation?!
Then dozens of fierce-looking bandits rushed in, tied everyone's hands with ropes, and took them all to a car outside.
Of the more than 300 people in the village, more than 20 were killed, and the rest were all captured.
The ruthless bandits roared recklessly, pulling the trigger and firing into the sky, as if celebrating their victory.
Qing Chen sat in the truck bed with his hands tied, completely dazed, not even knowing what was happening.
Four men in the truck bed, each holding an AK47, coldly watched over everyone.
Qing Chen had never seen anything like this before, and he didn't even know where these ruthless bandits were going to take him!
He observed his surroundings and tried to free himself from the rope with both hands, but the rope broke with the slightest effort...
Qing Chen was startled. The four thugs in the truck bed were subtly scanning everyone with their guns. He quickly and quietly tied the rope back to his hands...
He was amazed by his current strength, but he lacked a true ability to judge the advantages and disadvantages of the battle.
The boy's natural awe of firearms and ruthless bandits prevented him from making any rash moves for the time being.
The car swayed and rattled for six hours before finally plunging into a dense forest.
As the convoy entered a village, Qingchen saw hundreds of Mexican natives, their faces covered with dirty veils, busily... producing drugs under more than a dozen thatched huts.
This is the den of a major drug lord!
Qing Chen roughly understood that the previous attack on the village by the bandits was not due to hatred and war between villages, but because they needed to capture laborers to make drugs for them!
However, this factory seems to be newly built, so there is a large labor shortage.
The thugs drove the villagers they had just captured to an open space for pre-job training. Qingchen couldn't understand a word, so he could only rely on his memory to memorize the Spanish words and then quickly analyze what each word meant.
At this moment, one of the thugs spoke to Qingchen in a garbled manner. Qingchen couldn't understand what he was saying, so he could only smile politely but awkwardly.
After talking for a while, the thug suddenly rushed towards Qingchen and pointed a gun at his forehead menacingly.
This is the drawback of language barriers; Qingchen didn't even know what the other person had just said!
During the standoff, a Mexican indigenous woman rushed forward to stop the thug, explaining in the local language for a long time before the thug's anger gradually subsided.
Qingchen looked at the woman, wondering why she was still willing to stand up and explain things for him under these circumstances.
The thug glanced at them coldly, put away his gun, shoved them to their workstations, and gave each of them a dirty strip of cloth to cover their mouths and noses, even the children.
When passing through the village, Qingchen saw the bandits gather all the boys together, give them guns, and teach them how to pull the trigger.
As the child was knocked down by the recoil, a group of thugs laughed unrestrainedly on the sidelines; they were training child soldiers for a major drug lord.
Qing Chen sighed. Is it really this chaotic here? It's so much better back home...
Their work wasn't complicated; the final step was pressing the high-purity powder into brick shapes. This was the original factory. After the high-purity drugs were produced, they were sold to Europe, the Middle East, and the United States, where local distributors would dilute the powder and add magnesium powder, flour, wall plaster, etc.
While working, Qingchen quietly observed his surroundings.
There are more than two hundred drug dealers in the village. The village is surrounded by a wooden wall and four towers, on which there are always armed bandits on guard.
These ruthless bandits were even equipped with heavy machine guns!
Qing Chen felt a sense of powerlessness. These past few hours had been so bizarre and surreal for him, that he had actually ended up experiencing life in a ruthless drug manufacturing plant...
He observed for a long time, then silently lowered his head, calculating something in his mind.
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Near the Cave of Swallows in Mexico, nearly a thousand people are rapidly infiltrating.
The parents' meeting members were fully armed, like thousands of special forces soldiers, well-trained, and each one of them could move swiftly and skillfully across rooftops.
Over the communication channel, Xiao Qi said in a low voice, "We must confirm the boss's location as soon as possible. We need to find him alive or dead!"
According to the old man from Ginkgo Mountain, there is a 90% chance that Qing Chen has already fallen into the hands of the Fate Master and died. However, as long as they haven't seen Qing Chen's body, they will continue searching.
By this time, they had arrived at the sinkhole of Swallow Cave. Xiao Qi stood on the cliff and looked into the dark sinkhole: "Group One, go down and check."
120 people skillfully nailed the ropes and immediately rappelled down to the bottom of the sinkhole.
A group of members turned on the searchlights, but the place was empty.
The only strange thing is that the inner walls of this sinkhole have lost their rocky appearance. The entire sinkhole looks like it has been glazed, as if crystals have grown on the walls.
When the searchlight swept across, the entire sinkhole was a kaleidoscope of colors, as if one were in a dreamlike realm.
The team leader said in the communication channel, "The boss has survived a life-or-death ordeal here, and the entire sinkhole has become a place of divine manifestation. However, the boss has not been seen inside the sinkhole."
Xiao Qi breathed a sigh of relief: "Come on up!"
Xiao Wu analyzed: "The fact that we didn't find the boss's body around is good news, indicating that he might still be alive. Unless the Fate Master directly sacrificed his body with a forbidden substance. But if he's still alive, and has been back for several hours, why hasn't he contacted us?"
"Have you forgotten that the boss said he might lose his memory?" Xiao Qi said in a deep voice, "Ten groups, immediately split up and search for clues. We must find the boss's whereabouts before the next time travel!"
The team was divided into ten groups of one hundred people each, and they immediately dispersed to the surrounding area.
Soon, they found the village where Qingchen had stayed. Xiao Wu looked at the empty village and contacted Xiao Qi: "I have some information here. More than 20 people have died in a village. There are bullet casings on the ground, and everyone else is missing. There are tire tracks on the road, but after being tracked for more than 30 kilometers, the tire tracks break off on the highway. Ask around in the next village to see if anyone knows what happened."
Xiaoqi led her men to the neighboring village and had her family members, who were fluent in Spanish, negotiate: "The rest of you, put away your guns and stay put. Don't disturb the innocent villagers."
Five minutes later, the family returned: "The village elders said they heard gunshots in the early morning. Usually, when the whole village is kidnapped, it's because drug dealers want to take people to work in drug factories. We haven't seen anything like this in recent years."
Xiaoqi frowned. Could this be related to the boss?
Xiao Wu asked, "What do we do now? Drug labs are very well hidden and hard to find."
Xiao Qi pondered for a moment: "Use the Key Gate to bring more family members over, and continue searching outwards from Swallow Cave as the center. Let's ask the big drug lords in Mexico and let them tell us where the secret drug factory is."
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Ten hours later, on the outskirts of Badiraguato, dozens of beautiful women were frolicking in the swimming pool of a magnificent manor.
Six middle-aged men were sitting by the pool, cigars in hand, discussing their upcoming distribution plan and their respective profit-sharing percentages.
Guberman, the leader of the Sinaloa Cartel in Badiraguato, was cutting open the end of a cigar: "The DEA is investigating us, and I suspect there's a mole among us. I've called you all here today not to suspect you, but to hope that you will unite against the DEA and not stab yourselves in the back. If I find anyone who has done so, I will break every rib of theirs and throw them into a pigsty."
Inside and outside the manor, hundreds of armed men were on high alert, patrolling back and forth with AK47s, making the manor impenetrable.
Guberman was a drug lord in the area who had even killed U.S. agents, and the DEA couldn't do anything about him for a while.
Just then, gunshots rang out outside the manor.
The six people by the pool suddenly stood up and looked solemnly in the direction from which the gunshot had come.
Guberman asked his cousin, who was in charge of security, "What happened?"
My cousin quickly said, "A hundred-man force has stormed in through the main gate. They're very fast and fierce!"
Guberman frowned. "Only a hundred people? No helicopters? No armored vehicles? What's going on? During the last operation, the DEA didn't find any evidence against me. They have no reason to infiltrate here! It must be someone from another drug cartel!"
As they spoke, a security team of nearly a thousand people rushed out, while Guberman casually sat back down in his original seat.
He looked at the panicked beauties in the pool and laughed, "Girls, don't be afraid. This is Badira Guato. Even if the Drug Enforcement Agency came, they couldn't do anything to me."
However, as soon as Guberman sat back down, the gunfire gradually subsided, and the manor slowly returned to peace.
He said with a smile, "My security team is pretty good; the battle ended quickly."
A thousand people fighting a hundred people—you can imagine what the outcome would be.
But a voice suddenly came from behind them: "Are you Guberman? Please give me the addresses of all your secret factories."
As soon as he finished speaking, a black-clad army infiltrated from outside the manor. The members of the parent-teacher association were ferocious beyond human comprehension, their shots were accurate, and they ran faster than a sports car.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning strikes while you're fighting. Who could withstand that?
One hundred men can take on a thousand drug lords like it's nothing.
Guberman sat stiffly in the wicker chair: "Are you mercenaries? Who hired you? I'll pay double."
Xiao Wu laughed, lifting Guberman up with one hand and suspending him steadily in mid-air: "I'm asking you, where is your drug lab? Don't give me that nonsense. Money? We don't lack money."
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20 hours later.
Erangel is Mexico’s most secure prison, located in the desert, and holds more than 3,000 murderers and drug traffickers. It is known as one of the prisons most feared by drug lords.
The leader of a Mexican drug cartel is being held here.
Today, the three major drug cartels are like warlords, frequently engaging in assassinations and shootouts. To avoid being killed, Cartel simply lives in this prison, where more than half of the prisoners are his men, and he is protected by prison guards, making him arguably the most hard-to-kill drug lord.
At that moment, outside the ten-meter-high wall of Erangel Prison, a group of three hundred people was crossing the desert.
The prison guards saw them armed from afar and immediately sounded the prison alarm.
The security forces inside prisons are generally used to prevent prisoners from escaping or rioting; no one is planning to guard against someone pushing them over from the outside...
Before the hundreds of prison guards could organize a resistance, three hundred of their most elite family members arrived outside the wall, easily took a running start, and leaped over...
The prison guards were dumbfounded as they watched their family members leap over the wall like grasshoppers!
Xiao Qi led his team to quickly disarm them, then found the warden and asked, "Where is Cartel?"