In front of is a cluster of low houses.
These houses are quite common in xico, but to outsiders, they seem very unique.
The primary color is earthy yellow, yet so have distinct European architectural details.
So feature religious elents, like holy icons.
Others have patterns that might be related to certain families.
However, so of these houses are in pretty bad shape.
They are essentially makeshift hos, appearing as if they were built with tal sheets.
You must know, the climate in xico is extrely hot.
tal sheets are really unsuitable for building houses.
It would be terribly hot inside.
And those with European styles are obviously old houses.
Very old ones, possibly over a hundred years old or more.
The combination of these two strange types of houses fully illustrates.
This is a slum area.
In any slum around the world, cri thrives, or it's ho to outlaws... unlike Zhang San, who has so legal knowledge.
There's no choice, because living in a place like this.
Survival itself is the biggest challenge.
As a result, a situation arises in reverse.
Slums are likely to have their own 'rules.'
That is, the authorities might not interfere.
There could be quite a few cri syndicates inside.
This is very common in Europe, Arica, Latin Arica, etc.
But today is different.
Outside, there are many people dressed in police uniforms.
xican police?
Why have they co to this slum?
You must understand, xican police is a very complex organization.
The police system in xico has its roots in the military system.
The military and police are essentially one entity.
Moreover, they've been infiltrated by many cri syndicates and families, making it extrely chaotic.
As for the combat ability of xican police, it's like a Schrödinger's state.
The reason is simple.
The military-police integration in xico ensures the police are well-equipped, at least to a minimum standard.
Additionally, the cri rate in this country is shockingly high, don't look at the data, the data is useless, it's basically beyond statistics.
Therefore, police naturally don't lack combat experience.
With equipnt, with combat experience.
No matter what, the combat capability is definitely not lacking.
However.
There are frequent news reports of police being wiped out by drug dealers.
In xico, the fact that police can't defeat drug dealers is considered a given by many xicans.
Thus, this is the situation with xican police.
So it's very strange, why have these police co here?
Actually, Owen is even stranger.
Starting from that small wooden cabin.
Owen had taken down quite a few guys attempting to kidnap the little girl Alicia.
But those guys were later confird.
Either local bullies or people from drug cartels.
Clearly, they discovered Alicia's 'value.'
Owen beca more convinced he was right.
But now, from an old house with a significant sense of age, he looked outside through binoculars.
The xican officials have actually co too?
Owen could almost be sure that they were certainly not here to catch him.
But to seize this child.
How could it be?
Could it be that the xican officials also want to exploit Alicia's 'value'?
To be honest, Owen felt that this country was already wasted.
But right now, he doesn't want to complain about it.
He's only thinking about one thing.
He stopped watching.
Turning back, the little girl was there.
Alicia's emotions were very stable.
You could say, for a child her age, not being frightened to tears in such a situation is already good.
Owen asked, "Do you think we'll die here?"
Alicia replied, "To , it doesn't matter where it happens."
This response was very mature.
Owen admired the girl's open outlook.
But he didn't want to die here; he needed to get back and save Esralda.
"For , it matters where one dies. At least, I don't want to die here."
Having said this, he directly dialed a phone.
On the other end was Diego, this guy was a bit strange now.
"Oh, oh, I got it."
Diego was now in a nearby room, and in that room, he wasn't alone; there were several others.
Though these people appeared fierce and brutal.
"Well, he said…" Diego hung up the phone and said to them, "He doesn't plan to give up that little girl; if you want her, you'll have to find a way yourself."
The few exchanged looks and finally raised their guns toward Diego.
...
xican police.
An officer with a high rank was looking seriously at the slum area in front of him.
"Just a little girl, how hard could it be?"
"I heard many of Guzman's n have fallen ill."
"Hmph!"
There's no need to clarify who Guzman is.
Anyway, this guy is a drug lord wielding imnse influence across Latin Arica, even the United States finds him challenging to tackle.
But is it really that difficult?
Guzman had been captured by the xican authorities before.
Interestingly, the prison housing him turned into his luxury hotel.
Everything was as good as, or even better than, being outside.
Until the U.S. wanted to extradite him, then a prison break was orchestrated.
Anyway, Guzman is back to his old trade... well, in fact, he never really stopped.
The situation in xico is actually like this.
Not only are the military and police one entity, but the military, police, and cartels are pretty much entangled too.
It's just that at the mont, it seems like the various powers aren't exactly on the sa side.
But suddenly!
A gunshot breaks the silence.
"Soone made a move?"
"Proceed with action imdiately!"
The gunfire surely represents sothing; soone has made the first move?
Regardless, whether the situation is clear or not.
The xican police began their operation too.
They spread into small squads and entered the slum.
As for the target... they actually didn't know the precise location now.
There's no choice but to head inside...
With a thunderous boom!
A claymore exploded on the path of a group of five progressing forward!
This imdiately panicked many officers.
The advance slowed significantly.
anwhile, in an unseen tin hut, a few drug dealers were slowly advancing.
The difference between dealers and police is just their clothing, although sotis not even that.
For example, the Gulf Group wears attire quite similar to the xican military and police; only the letters on their bulletproof vests are different.
Now, a man holding a modified M4 (probably modified by himself) was about to enter a room.
He was already very cautious.
Yet after stepping his left foot inside...
Ah!!
A scream followed by a burst of gunfire!
The other companions opened fire in his direction.
Because they saw him being devoured by the 'door.'
Likewise, lots of bullets ca flying out.
In a mont, these tal sheets couldn't fend off the bullets at all.
They soon all hit the ground.
Inside the door.
The guy had a thin steel wire looped around his ankle, hoisting him upside down.
This suddenly caused him to fire his weapon in panic, spinning around in mid-air.
As a result, he was shot dead by his companions, while they also caught his stray bullets.
The problem is, what about that little girl?
She was nowhere to be seen!
This chaotic slum fight, it's only just begun!
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