my beauty world

Chapter 3 Trap
Entering the basement, Jim took out a handkerchief to cover his nose, and watched Ronan put the dead dog's body into a bag with a heavy face, and asked Will to bring the two blacks to help them move the body up together.

Now that the deal is reached, Jim does not intend to let Ronan out of the sight of the Carter Gang, and takes him back to the black community, temporarily placing the body of the hound in the community church.

According to the plan, Ronan, accompanied by several blacks, went outside the sphere of influence of the Carter gang, found a public phone and called the number of the Moros gang.

The former Ronan father and son had dealt with the Moros gang.

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

"I'm Ronan, I'm looking for your boss Paddy." After Ronan finished speaking, there was no movement there. After a while, someone suddenly asked, "Are you Ronan?"

"it's me!"

"Very good! Very good! You are dead!"

"I want to make peace, Paddy, on one 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! Strip your skin! Remove your bones!"

Ronan hung up the phone.

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

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

After exiting the temporary mortuary, and returning to the church hall along the corridor, a black pastor in a white robe came up to him and lightly whipped his clothes twice with verbena.

Ronan had limited understanding of religion and didn't know what kind of ceremony it was, but when he turned his head, he saw that there was no cross in the church, and there was a carved wooden figure erected where the cross was usually placed.

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

Reverend Mason smiled.

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

A group of people went around to the back of the hall and entered the underground through a secret door. The underground space was wider than the church hall.

In the storage room at the front, Will was leading a few black men to organize their weapons.

All kinds of firearms are placed on a large wooden table.

Shotguns, pistols, short submachine guns, 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 tens of dollars.

Naturally, there is no guarantee for accuracy and failure rate.

Jim came to the table, touched the ring, and asked Ronan, "Try?"

Ronan picked out a rifle, looked at a few AKs, and found them to be average, probably made from workshops, and went to look at the only few AR-15s.

This is the most common rifle used by American civilians and the most used by hounds.

The skill obtained from the Hound today gave Ronan a special feeling when he picked up the AR-15.

Ronan checked and debugged the gun, and Jim said, "You stay here tonight, don't go out, I'll find a suitable ambush site."

He said to Will who had a piercing in the middle of his nose: "Someone is coming to pick up the goods, you are responsible for sending them up, and don't let people come down."

Will assured, "Okay, boss."

Ronan gripped the gun tightly, "revenge burning" 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 night's rest, relax, and wait for my news tomorrow."

There are vents in the basement, and it's not stuffy. Ronan put down the AR-15, checked his Glock again, 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, which was full of packets 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 each took their firearms, passed through an iron gate, and entered the underground shooting range next door.

This church used to store goods is an important stronghold of the Carter Gang, and the underground shooting range opened up has a target position of 20 meters.

Will found cotton wool, tore it apart, crumpled it into two balls, and handed it to Ronan. He rolled his thick lips and showed two rows of white teeth in a smile: "Plug your ears, it will help."

"Thanks." Ronan wanted to borrow these people next, and he didn't refuse Will's kindness.

Plug the ears, hold the AR-15, press the gun stock on the shoulder, tilt the neck to the right, overlap the aiming line with the right eye, step forward with the left foot, bend the knee, and place the center of gravity on the right foot.

Pull the trigger and fire a single shot.

bang-bang-

The bullet hit the edge of the humanoid target.

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

The gunshot sounded, and the impact point landed on the chest, and every subsequent bullet hit the target's chest.

The rifle ran out of bullets, and Ronan immediately took out the Glock pistol, held the gun in both hands and shot while standing, and the bullets hit the target's chest and abdomen one after another.

When the gunshot fell, Will cheered loudly: "Good! Good marksmanship!"

He walked over, grinning with big white teeth, raised his hand and bumped fists with Ronan: "Dude, you can be our shooting teacher now."

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

Originally received rigorous training, and now has the precision shooting of veterans.

Will laughed straight, the piercing ring in the middle of his nose wobbled, "Don't look at my guns, they are all good stuff!"

Ronan changed the magazine: "No body armor?"

"This thing is hard to get." Will shook his head: "It's much harder to get than a gun. The bad ones are useless, and the good ones are too expensive. We have enough people, so we don't need body armor."

Ronan understood that there are too many black people in the slums, their lives are worthless, and there are still people queuing up to get in after they die.

Almost all the people at the bottom of the gang came from slums, lived in dilapidated houses at night, and wandered on the streets during the day. Under the general social environment of the United States, they naturally took this path.

Even, they themselves don't feel that there is anything wrong.

Ronan continued to practice shooting, further integrating the precision shooting of veterans.

Will was bored and couldn't leave, so when Ronan was resting, he said, "Hey, man, don't be so tired, let's go out and have some fun."

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

"I won't touch it either, the boss forbids us to touch those things." Will came over and put his arms around Ronan's shoulders: "Look for some girls to play with, what do you like? Black? White? I'll ask someone to bring some over .”

Ronan reminded: "I can't expose."

Will smiled, with a kind smile: "Just kill it when you're done."

This is said, as common as eating and drinking water.

Ronan forced a smile: "I just want to kill those sons of bitches of the Moros gang!"

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

Ronan shared the same hatred, grabbed the AK that Will brought in and threw it to him: "Fuck the special Mexican!"

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

Ronan left him alone, picked up the gun and continued to practice his own.

After a while, Smith came over to announce the meal.

Back in the previous room, several people watched the TV news and ate.

The news broadcast was related to Mexico.

"The famous singer, Jessica, known as Mexico's sweetheart, left Mexico City today and headed north, officially heading to Baja California, preparing to participate in anti-drug public welfare activities..."

Kerry commented on the young woman on TV: "It's not good enough, the lips are not thick enough, the body is too slim..."

Will agrees: "The ass is not big enough! Sexy beauty with a butt bigger than a chair!"

Ronan glanced at the female singer on TV and ate in peace.

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Chula Vista is close to Mexico, and there are a large number of Mexicans living there, many of whom are inextricably linked to the largest local Mexican gang, the Moros Gang.

The Target department store on the edge of the northeast city has a special area for selling medicines.

Wearing a hat, Ronan entered the store and bought some food first. After checking the front, back, left, and right sides, he walked carefully to the medicine area, picked up a few boxes of over-the-counter anti-inflammatory painkillers and put them in the shopping cart.

There were very few people in the drug area, and the clerk at the prescription drug counter had been secretly observing Ronan.

This is a mixed-race Latino, and the skin color and appearance are almost invisible.

He didn't have a picture, but he had heard descriptions of the target's appearance.

Seeing the handsome face and tall figure, when the person left the special area to check out, the clerk immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

Ronan went out of the supermarket and got into the pickup truck. After driving not far away, he deliberately went to the gas station to refuel, and even argued quietly with someone about the money to allow enough time for reaction.

When he went on the road again, he quickly determined that there was a follower behind him.

A very ordinary Toyota followed.

There are a lot of cars on this road, and patrol cars can also be seen. Those people are not stupid, and they changed cars to follow them during the period.

Nearly [-] kilometers to the northeast, there were fewer vehicles and pedestrians. The pickup truck turned off the main road and drove along a secluded road to the resort hotel built near the mountain, and drove into the walled compound.

The hotel is not big, and the three-storey small building in the shape of a word forms a small garden.

Ronan deliberately parked his car where he could see it outside the gate, and turned into the lobby on the first floor. point.

Even Will, the leader, was muttering words.

After all, black gangsters should not be too demanding.

Ronan told Kerry to turn off the music, and said to Will and Booker, "Here we come!"

Will clapped his hands vigorously: "Cheer up, the son of a bitch is coming!"

"Wow-wow-"

These black people were not afraid, but they were all excited, holding up their guns and yelling indiscriminately.

Ronan took off his jacket, took the AR-15 brought by Will, put on the tactical vest prepared in advance, inserted the military dagger, and checked the magazines of the guns one by one.

On the roof, a black man with covert observation came down to report: "They left."

As the on-site commander, Booker looked at the sun leaning towards the west, and gave instructions: "They should come after dark. Kerry, take ten people to the outer storage room, and outflank them when you hear gunshots!"

"Will, you take ten people to the second floor! Smith, you take ten people to the third floor! Cole, you take ten people to the first floor!"

Looking at Ronan at last: "Just watch."

Ronan shook his head: "I want to avenge myself! Don't worry, I gave Jim the address."

Without that tunnel, how could the Carter gang be willing to dispatch so many people: "Booker, where is the police?"

Booker understated: "Don't worry, the person in charge of this area is an old friend of the Carter Gang. The money is already in place, and no one will come before dawn."

(End of this chapter)