It was just after ten at night, the most chaotic time of the night.
There wasn't a single respectable person on the streets. There were either prostitutes working the streets, groups wildly drag racing, or even people openly dealing drugs in broad daylight.
Addicts, prostitutes, gang members, fights—and one could even hear gunshots.
It was chaos. Absolute chaos.
It was hard to believe this was a city in the twenty-first century. Anyone would have thought they had gone back to the era of World War II.
Jiang Siming made a slight disguise and boldly walked through the city streets.
Jiang Siming had only taken a few steps when five or six women had already asked whether he wanted their services.
Several men even asked Jiang Siming whether he wanted to buy drugs.
Jiang Siming revealed a hint of disdain. Turning a city into this kind of place was truly one of a kind.
"Guns for sale! Anyone who needs a gun, come take a look! Guns produced by the Blood Sin Gang—absolutely cheap and reliable!"
Jiang Siming noticed a stall where several burly men guarded a large pile of guns and ammunition. One of them was hawking the merchandise.
When Jiang Siming heard them mention the Blood Sin Gang, he knew that was the name of Mexico's number-one gang organization.
"How much for the gun you're holding?" Jiang Siming walked over and asked in English.
The man looked at Jiang Siming's clothes, and his eyes lit up as though he had found a fat sheep.
"Very cheap. This gun only costs two thousand dollars, and I'll throw in a hundred rounds. How about it?"
Jiang Siming sneered. "Do you take me for an idiot? Guns are everywhere in Mexico. For two thousand dollars, I could buy twenty of them."
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