"So!"
Wan Yunting turned his head, his narrowed eyes fixed on Carlo Quijin, and smiled. "Can you give me a clear explanation?"
Carlo Quijin's blue eyes also looked at the Chinese man, and he smiled. "Don't worry, I'll take you to his residence, and then you'll naturally know who he is!"
"Alas, what a shame."
Suddenly, Wan Yunting shook his head and sighed. He smiled at him. "I'm just afraid you won't have the chance, and you'll deal with me yourself!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Herman and the others behind Carlo Quijin immediately became alert. They tightened their grip on their firearms and stared intently at Wan Yunting. If he dared to make any move detrimental to their boss, they would not hesitate to shoot him.
"How about this, I'll help you kill him, and you tell me your boss's identity, what do you say?" Wan Yunting said playfully, while looking at Carlo Quijin and pointing a hand at Luo Ya'ao Lich, who was sitting to his left.
Luo Ya'ao Lich, pointed at by him, and Abel and the others behind him looked at Wan Yunting with confusion. Since he and Carlo Quijin were communicating in Chinese, they naturally couldn't understand what they were saying.
Carlo Quijin was also surprised by Wan Yunting's words. He looked at him and laughed, "You couldn't assassinate him last night, and now you can kill him. Besides, if you make a move now, we'll definitely start fighting."
"In that case, I'll have to kill you!"
The moment the words fell, Wan Yunting's sharp eyes suddenly glared. His left hand was instantly pulled out from his sleeve and thrown directly at Carlo Quijin and the Hermans behind him…
The speed was so fast that even the elite armed guards like Herman didn't have time to raise their guns and shoot before Wan Yunting threw the silver needles at them. With three silver needles, one pierced Carlo Quijin's neck, another hit Herman's neck behind him, and the third hit Abel's neck.
Instantly, the expressions of the three of them changed dramatically. They subconsciously reached out and touched the silver needles that had been stabbed into their necks, and pulled them out. They saw that the silver needles were coated with a layer of black poison!
"Pfft…"
The next second, Carlo Quijin held his neck with both hands, spat out a mouthful of black blood, and trembled as he fell to the ground…
Bang bang bang…
At the same moment, before Herman could fall, the more than a dozen elite armed guards behind him turned their muzzles towards Wan Yunting and Luo Ya'ao Lich and opened fire. However, Abel and his armed guards also instantly raised their firearms and engaged in a fierce shootout, with casualties on both sides…
Wan Yunting also instantly flipped over to dodge a burst of bullets and jumped behind the bar counter. The bullets hit the wine bottles on the liquor cabinet, exploding with a crackling sound, and liquor and glass shards flew everywhere. Wan Yunting, hiding behind the wooden bar counter, quickly crawled out from behind it, directly heading for a door at the back of the bar and drilling into it…
"Captain, Captain, how are you…"
In the chaotic bar hall, Luo Ya'ao Lich was also unable to escape. He was shot to pieces by Carlo Quijin's elite armed guards. Abel, with a few guards, used the tables and chairs in the hall as cover. He turned his head and saw Wan Yunting had drilled into the door at the back of the bar. He immediately led the guards to rush over quickly, losing a few more guards to gunfire. Abel then rushed through the door, chasing closely after Wan Yunting…
Morton, the deputy captain of Carlo Quijin's elite armed guards, looked at Captain Herman and their boss Carlo Quijin, all three of them lying on the ground, the areas on their necks where the poisoned silver needles had struck beginning to turn purple and black. They clutched their necks tightly, veins bulging, their faces turning from red to purple. Black blood continuously flowed from their mouths, and their wide-open eyes revealed the fear of death, their pupils gradually dissipating…
"Quick, escort Captain and the boss away, quickly…"
Deputy Captain Morton immediately called out to the outside. The elite armed guards, who were also engaged in a fierce gunfight with Luo Ya'ao Lich and his armed guards, quickly escorted Carlo Quijin and Abel out. They got into a car and sped away from the town…
Carlo Quijin, lying on the car, felt his violently trembling body gradually stop twitching. His face had already turned completely purple and black, and black web-like patterns appeared in his blue pupils, which gradually enlarged and dissipated. The medical personnel who were trying to save him saw these symptoms and knew there was no hope.
But to his death, Carlo Quijin could never have imagined that Wan Yunting would assassinate him in such a way, in a situation where both sides were in a standoff and it was absolutely impossible!
Carlo Quijin couldn't imagine it, nor could Herman, the captain of the elite armed guards. This was because they had completely underestimated Wan Yunting's courage and his abilities. They had also never expected that the trap they had set with Luo Ya'ao Lich to lure Carlo Quijin out would lead to an assassination in such an unpredictable situation.
Finally, Carlo Quijin's last twitching movement stopped. His blue pupils had been corroded by the poison and had turned black, killing him…
"Go, go, you must catch him…"
Deputy Captain Morton directed his team to begin pursuing Wan Yunting…
At this time, the entire town of Travac had descended into chaos. The drug traffickers that Carlo Quijin and Luo Ya'ao Lich had stationed in the town were now engaged in fierce gun battles. Simultaneously, Deputy Captain Morton also controlled over a thousand armed guards ambushed around the town of Travac, who began entering the town…
Looking at Luo Ya'ao Lich, who was lying in a pool of blood, Morton went over and squatted down. He also hadn't expected such a thing to happen.
Suddenly, Morton's eyes widened. He sensed something was wrong with Luo Ya'ao Lich's neck. He reached out and touched the position of his chin. He felt a layer of skin, so Morton lifted this layer of skin and then tore off the entire mask. Upon seeing that this Luo Ya'ao Lich was a fake, Morton and the other team members were shocked.
"Oh my god, damn it…"
Returning to his senses, Morton was furious. He stood up, threw the mask in his hand onto the ground, and holding his assault rifle, roared, "Chase him…"
For a moment, the elite armed guard team, following a small alley behind the bar, began to pursue Wan Yunting and Abel. The person who had impersonated Luo Ya'ao Lich was left lying in a pool of blood. He was another trusted subordinate of Luo Ya'ao Lich.
Bang bang bang…
Da da da…
Boom…
At this moment, gunfire and explosions engulfed the entire small town of Travac. The armed forces on both sides were engaged in fierce gun battles. Wan Yunting had broken out of the bar, snatched an assault rifle from a guard, and along the way, he shot and killed anyone who blocked him, regardless of which side they were on. He plunged into the alleyways of the town's buildings and began to break out.
Wan Yunting knew that the entire small town was filled with Carlo Quijin's armed guards. Abel and the others who escorted him this time had only brought over a hundred armed guards.
Now, besides thirteen armed guards, Abel and the others were following Wan Yunting as they broke out. Most of the others had already been eliminated by Carlo Quijin's elite armed guards.
However, Luo Ya'ao Lich had naturally arranged a team to meet them outside the town. Abel had already contacted an armed guard team of three hundred people outside the city, who were driving various types of combat vehicles and heading towards the northwest of Travac town for support.
"Mr. Wan, this way…"
Now Abel and his group were escorting Wan Yunting, also breaking out towards the northwest. However, Morton, leading the members of the elite guard team and the armed elements in the town, were rapidly pursuing Wan Yunting and Abel. They encountered other drug trafficking armed elements that Luo Ya'ao Lich had stationed in the town, and fierce gun battles ensued.
"Quick, quick, quick…"
The combat effectiveness of Morton's elite armed guard team was not to be trifled with. After all, they were retired special forces soldiers from the United States and other countries. Their individual combat capabilities were incomparable to ordinary special forces soldiers. Therefore, they quickly eliminated those drug traffickers who were covering Wan Yunting and Abel's retreat and pursued them towards the northwest.
Although the town of Travac was not large, Wan Yunting, being chased by Morton along the way, ran on the ground, then leaped onto rooftops and sprinted. Bullets and grenades chased after him. With just a slight carelessness, a bullet grazed his backside, causing Wan Yunting to curse incessantly. If he had known that Carlo Quijin's elite armed guard team was so powerful, he wouldn't have stirred up this hornet's nest.
"Go, go…"
Abel, fully armed and holding an assault rifle, as Luo Ya'ao Lich's personal bodyguard, his combat power was naturally considerable. He led a guard team to escort Wan Yunting out. In the end, only the five of them were left. They could no longer withstand Morton's elite armed guards, who were all exceptionally powerful. They could only turn back and fire sporadically before desperately retreating towards the northwest…
Wan Yunting, moving at a blistering speed, had already pulled ahead of them by a block. He didn't care about Abel and his drug trafficking armed forces. The most important thing now was his own escape. At the same time, Wan Yunting took out his phone and called Hou Feipeng: "Where are you guys?"
At this moment, three military helicopters were flying from Mexico City. Hou Feipeng and Daniel were sitting inside. Upon receiving Wan Yunting's call, he shouted, "Boss Wan, we're almost there, hold on."
"Okay, hurry up…"
After Wan Yunting finished speaking, a team of elite armed guards pursued him. A burst of bullets flew past his scalp. He jumped into a mud house and looked at the terrified local residents huddled in the corners, covering their heads with their hands…
At this moment, a grenade was thrown in from outside. Wan Yunting's eyes widened. He grabbed the grenade and threw it out the window. After it was released, it instantly exploded with a "bang." The shrapnel hit his right shoulder, and he was thrown back by the impact, hitting a wall hard…
"Uh…"
Wan Yunting felt dizzy and disoriented. He struggled to get up, shook his head vigorously to clear his mind, and ignoring the pain in his right shoulder, he rolled towards another window into an alley and continued to break out towards the northwest…
In another alleyway, gunfire continued. Abel and his group caught up and eliminated those elite armed guards, continuing to pursue Wan Yunting…