Entering the basement, Jim took out a handkerchief to cover his nose, looked at Ronan with a heavy face and put the hunting dog's body into a bag, asking Will to bring the two black people to help and move the body up together.

Since the deal was reached, Jim did not intend to let Ronan leave the Carter Gang's sight and take him back to the black community with him, temporarily placing the hound's body in the community church.

According to the plan, Ronan, accompanied by several black men, walked around the sphere of influence of the Carter Gang and found a public phone number to call the Morros Gang.

The former Ronan and his son had dealt with the Morros Gang.

There was a quick connection there, in Spanish: "Who are you looking for?"

"I am Ronan, looking for your boss Paddy." After Ronan said that, there was no movement there. After a while, someone suddenly asked, "Are you Ronan?"

"It's me!"

"Very good! Very good! You're dead!"

"I want to make peace, Paddy, and set a condition."

"It's very simple, give me something!"

Ronan thought for a while and said, "Impossible."

Paddy said directly: "You are dead! I will kill you with my own hands! Peel off your skin! Remove your bones!"

Ronan hung up the phone.

Next, Paddy will definitely mobilize more power to find him.

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The body of the hunting dog was put into the coffin and placed into the temporary morgue of the church. Ronan looked at the coffin and said, "I will avenge you!"

After leaving the temporary morgue, he returned to the church hall along the corridor. The black priest in white robe came up and whipped his clothes twice with verbena.

Ronan had limited knowledge of religion and did not know what kind of ritual this was, but when he turned around, there was no cross in the church, and there was a wooden sculpture of portrait standing in the place where the cross was placed.

"This is Mason." Jim introduced the black priest.

Pastor Mason smiled slightly.

Ronan greeted him, Jim greeted him: "Come with me."

The group walked around the back of the hall and entered the underground through a secret door. The underground space was spacious than that of the church hall.

In the storage room at the front, Will was carrying a few black men to sort out his weapons.

Various types of guns were placed on a wide wooden table.

Shotgun, pistol, short charge, ar series.

There are also various aks.

There has never been a shortage of black guns on the US-Mexico border. Some imitation AKs produced by small Latin American workshops can be bought for a few dozen dollars.

Accuracy and failure rate are naturally not guaranteed.

Jim came to the table, touched the ring with his hand, and asked Ronan: "Try it?"

Ronan picked up a rifle and looked at a few aks. It felt average. It might be a workshop product, so he went to see the only a few ak-15s.

This is the most common rifle in the United States and the most used hunting dogs.

Today, I got the skill of the hunting dog, and the moment Ronan picked up the ar-15, he had a special feel.

Ronan checked the debugging gun, Jim said, "You stay here tonight, don't go out, I'll find the right ambush."

He said to Will, who was pierced in the middle of his nose, "Someone is here to pick up the goods, you are responsible for delivering them, don't let them come down."

Will promised, "Okay, boss."

Ronan held the gun tightly, "Fire of Revenge" red eyes: "Jim, hurry up!"

Jim thought of the hunting dog lying in the coffin and comforted Ronan a little: "Although the border is chaotic, we can't do anything in the city. Have a good rest for a night, relax and wait for my news tomorrow."

There is a vent in the basement, which is not stuffy. Ronan put down the ar-15, checked his own Glock, and asked Will for a few magazines.

Someone came to pick up the goods, and Will ordered his two younger brothers Kerry and Smith to deliver them.

Kerry opened a cabinet full of bags of powder.

Will came over and asked Ronan: "There is a small shooting range next door. Do you want to try the gun?"

Ronan nodded: "Okay!"

The two of them took their guns and passed an iron gate to enter the underground shooting range next door.

This church used to store goods is an important stronghold of the Carter Gang. The underground shooting range opened up has a target of twenty meters.

Will found cotton wool, tore it apart and kneaded it into two balls, and handed it to Ronan. He flipped his thick lips and laughed out two lines of white teeth: "Clog your ears and use it."

"Thank you." Ronan wanted to borrow these people next, without rejecting Will's kindness.

Put your ears on, lift the ar-15, press the stock on your shoulders, tilt your neck right, overlap the aiming line with your right eye, take a step forward with your left foot, bend your knees, and the center of gravity of your body lands on your right foot.

Pull the trigger and shoot a single shot.

Bang-Bang-Bang-

Bullets hit the edge of a humanoid target.

Ronan put down his gun, adjusted slightly, and raised his gun to shoot again.

The gunshot sounded, and the bullets fell on the chest. Every bullet behind them hit the target's chest.

The rifle fired empty bullets, and Ronan immediately took out the Glock pistol, held the gun in both hands and fired, and the bullets hit the target's chest and abdomen.

When the gunshots fell, Will cheered loudly: "Okay! Good shooting skills!"

He walked over, smiled and raised his hand to fist with Ronan: "Man, you can be our shooting teacher."

Ronan touched him for a moment and said, "Your gun is good!"

I had received rigorous training, but now I have accurate shooting from veterans.

Will laughed, and the piercing ring in the middle of his nose shaking: "Don't look at my guns, they are all good things!"

Ronan changed the magazine: "Don't have a bulletproof vest?"

"This thing is not easy to work with." Will shook his head: "It's much harder than guns. The worse ones are useless. The good ones are too expensive. We have people and don't need bulletproof vests."

Ronan understood that there were too many black people in the slums, their lives were worthless, and they still lined up to come in after they died.

Almost all the people at the bottom of the gang come from slums, live in dilapidated houses at night, wandering on the streets during the day, and naturally walk on this road under the general social environment of the United States.

They themselves don't even think there is anything wrong with it.

Ronan continued to practice shooting and further integrate the accurate shooting of veterans.

Will felt bored and was not easy to leave. When Ronan was resting, he said, "Hey, man, don't be so tired, let's go out for some fun."

Ronan shook his head: "I won't touch those things."

"I don't touch it either. The boss forbids us from touching those things." Will came over and hugged Ronan's shoulder: "Let me find a few girls to play with. What kind of thing do you like? Black or white? I'll have someone bring a few here."

Ronan reminded: "I can't be exposed."

Will smiled, with a kind smile: "It's all done."

This is as ordinary as eating and drinking water.

Ronan forced a smile: "I just want to kill those bitches Morros who helped those bitches!"

Will echoed: "I want to kill them too! Half a year ago, my cousin died at the hands of the Moross Gang!"

Ronan shared the same hatred for the enemy, grabbed the ak that Will brought in and threw it to him: "The Mexican guy who made the dried-out!"

Will picked up the ak, shouted loudly, and fired wildly at the target, and most of the bullets flew to the ceiling.

Ronan ignored him and picked up the gun and continued to practice his own.

After a while, Smith came over to inform her of dinner.

Back in the previous room, several people watched the TV news and had a meal.

The news played is related to Mexico.

"The famous singer, Jessica, known as the Mexican sweetheart, left Mexico City today and officially headed to Baja California to participate in a charity anti-drug activities..."

Kerry commented on the young woman on TV: "I can't look good, my lips are not thick enough, and my body is too slim..."

Will agrees: "The butt is not big enough! A sexy beauty has a bigger butt than a chair!"

Ronan looked at the female singer on TV and ate a safe meal.

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Chula Vista is close to Mexico and lives in a large number of Mexicans, many of whom have close ties with the Moros Gang, the largest Mexican gang.

Located on the edge of the northeastern city, Target Department Store has a special area for selling medicines.

Ronan wore a hat and went to the store to buy some food first, checked it back and forth, carefully came to the medicine area, picked up a few boxes of over-the-counter anti-inflammatory and painkillers and put them in the shopping cart.

There are very few people in the drug area, and the clerk in the prescription medicine counter has been secretly observing Luo Nan.

This is a mixed-race Latino, and her skin color and appearance are hardly visible.
To be continued...