Chapter 578 Fucking Revenge II

Leaving this street, Jiang Hao walked to another street, got in his car, and drove towards another place in the Laiham neighborhood.

After driving for about ten minutes, Jiang Hao stopped on the street, got out of the car again and walked into the darkness. Not long after, he met a few stray cats on another street.

He reached out and touched the cats' heads to check the information in their minds. Jiang Hao got the information he wanted, so he went around a few places and communicated with several waves of wild cats. Jiang Hao finally got an important piece of information. gangster.

The Mexican gang got a shipment.

The gangs formed by Mexicans have always been known for their viciousness. Few of them have received formal advanced education. Most of the young men have become members of gangs. of.

The boss of this area is called Semara, he is a vicious guy, he has a little brother named Baishi, and his biggest source of income is drug trafficking, and the place where Jiang Hao asked a few cat scouts to check is where they usually gather. An old cement ten-story residential building.

It was already past 2 o'clock in the morning, Jiang Hao looked around downstairs, there were more than a dozen cars parked downstairs, and when he looked up upstairs, all the lights had been turned off.

Instead of taking the corridor, Jiang Hao grabbed the fire pipe next to him, climbed up the water pipe, and climbed to the 8th floor with his bare hands.

He took out a tool, quietly unscrewed the screws on the window, then gently opened the window, and jumped into the room as silently as a civet cat.

This is the living room, with all kinds of furniture and appliances.

Jiang Hao walked to the door of the bedroom and listened. He could hear the sound of even breathing inside. The breathing came and went one after another. There should be three people inside.

Lifting the curtain, Jiang Hao tiptoed and moved to a guy's bed like a ghost. The silver needle in his hand pierced the guy's acupoint in front of him extremely quickly, then turned to the second person, and the silver needle pierced out again. .

At this moment, Jiang Hao only felt a great sense of crisis in his heart, and he immediately looked at the third person, only to see that the guy had woken up, and seemed to feel the crisis, his eyes were staring at Jiang Hao, his hands Quickly felt under the pillow.

Damn, Nima is really alert, you can wake up without making a sound.

Without time to think about it, Jiang Hao exerted force on his feet and sprinted over. The guy had already drawn out his gun and his arm was being raised, and the silver needle in Jiang Hao's hand stably plunged into the guy's sleeping point , which is commonly known as the sleeping hole.

The guy's body froze suddenly, and his tense body collapsed on the bed. The pistol in his hand was slowly released, and it was about to fall to the ground. into space.

This is not the place where the boss of Mexico, Semara, lives, but their main gathering place. In the memory of those cats, Jiang Hao saw that they had just bought a batch of goods and hid them in this room of this residential building. These three guys keep watch.

In a closet next to him, Jiang Hao found a box. He opened the box and saw that there were bags of white powder inside. There were 10 bags in total. He picked up a bag and weighed it, and it weighed about 2 kilograms.

The United States is an absolute drug powerhouse, and drug crime is also the largest crime in the United States. Statistics show that the United States underwrites 60% of the world's drugs with 5% of the world's population. The annual profit of the US drug trade is as high as 80 billion US dollars. The police can only seize less than 1% of the amount.

Touching the feel of the powder in the bag, it was not ice, Jiang Hao guessed it was cocaine, which is something Mexicans prefer to sell.

Mexico and the United States are good friends. Building a wall is another matter, but from the perspective of drug trade, there is an absolutely solid relationship.

96% of marijuana, 64% of cocaine, and 58% of heroin that flow into the United States each year come from Mexico.

Old enough.

Jiang Hao didn't know the price of this box of drugs, but it should not be less than 2 million US dollars.

take away.

Swipe, the box full of drugs was collected into the space.

Jiang Hao quickly exited the room. This time he did not use the fire pipe, but went out directly from the door, took the safety stairs, quickly went down outside, and disappeared into the darkness.

In the other line, Jiang Hao got into his car and was about to start the car when a system prompt sounded in his mind.

"Ding~~ Congratulations to the collector for completing a theft, the theft mission has reached 5/10, please continue to work hard."

Haha, that's fine too.

The system really doesn't care about food and cold, eats all meat and vegetables, as long as the value is enough, drugs also count.

After starting the car, Jiang Hao did not go back to New York University, but drove to other places. The traffic on the street was thinning out. He listened to the melodious opera with the headlights on, and drove across the Brooklyn Bridge to Brooklyn.

In a 24-hour coffee shop, Jiang Hao drank a cup of coffee and ate a piece of cake. Watching the sky brighten, he drove to Prospect Park in Brooklyn again.

into the park,

The surroundings were still a bit gray, and the mist of the morning sun was still floating above the park. Smelling the fresh air, Jiang Hao changed into a sportswear in the car, put on sneakers, got out of the car and started running slowly in the park.

It is a good habit to exercise in the morning.

The sky is getting brighter, and there are more and more people exercising in the park. From time to time, beautiful women in tight sportswear run past, with ponytails flicking behind them, and old people walk on the grass with their pet dogs.

At this moment, Jiang Hao suddenly felt that there seems to be no big difference between China and the United States. People work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Chinese old men and women dance. There are also group sports here, and they are all living their own little days.

The sun rose and became warmer. Jiang Hao saw a public telephone booth on the side of the park road, walked over to pick it up, stuffed a coin, and started dialing the number. Jiang Hao had already checked the phone number of the other party before.

He also took great pains to prepare adequately.

"Ring ring ring!"

In a certain house, the phone rang. A middle-aged Mexican turned over, touched the bedside table, picked up his mobile phone and pressed the answer button, stuck it to his ear, and cursed: "Which one is that?" You bastard, call me early in the morning, believe it or not, I'll shoot you in the eye."

There was also a swear word on the other end of the phone, and it was said in Spanish: "Semara, you shit, I tell you now, I want to get your goods back, bring 1 million US dollars to Wiggins car dealership , remember, don't play tricks or Wiggins will blow your shitty head off, son of a bitch."

After speaking, the phone hung up with a snap.

After walking out of the phone booth, Jiang Hao did some chest expansion exercises and continued to run. Next, let's wait for the good show to start.