Chapter 413 - 367: Preemptive Strike, Ambushing the Mexicans

As it turned out, Wei Wu had exploited Sekiguchi Ichirō’s moment of carelessness, executing a swift leg-catch takedown and pouncing on him the instant he hit the mat.

Wei Wu landed two powerful ground-and-pound strikes to Sekiguchi Ichirō’s face and chin, knocking him out cold.

After being pulled away by the referee, Wei Wu calmly stood up. He glanced at the stunned look on Takeda Nobuyoshi’s face but made no further gesture.

Takeda Nobuyoshi took a deep breath, then turned to Wu Yun. "Wu Yunsang," he said, "I’m thoroughly convinced today! If you ever have the chance to visit Osaka, I’ll be sure to give you a fine welcome!"

With that said, Takeda Nobuyoshi turned and walked toward the staircase.

Wu Yun watched him go, noting the defiant look on Takeda Nobuyoshi’s face, and shrugged.

Once the staff had settled the night’s wagers and deducted the casino’s third-party fees, Wu Yun was surprised to find he had won over 15 million US dollars!

Combined with his earnings from the previous night, his trip to Las Vegas had netted him a total of 37 million US dollars.

His soon-to-be-delivered Gulfstream G650 was priced at 62 million US dollars. Even after applying his 50% discount card, his winnings meant he had still cleared a profit of 6 million US dollars!

However, Wu Yun had already planned to use Nirvana Investment to pay for the jet. He would deposit the 37 million in the bank tomorrow morning before heading to Atlanta.

Indeed, the appearance of the Mexican Gang had disrupted Wu Yun and his group’s plan to spend some time sightseeing in Texas.

So, if the Mexican Gang didn’t follow them, they would stick to the original plan. If the Mexican Gang did tail them, they would eliminate them, head straight to Atlanta to take delivery of the plane, and leave the United States as soon as possible.

As Wu Yun and his two men headed downstairs, one of the Mexicans quietly began to follow.

In the locker room, Caviar threw his arms around Wei Wu in an excited hug. After letting go, he exclaimed, "Cao Cao! Thank you! You helped me win again!"

Wu Yun clapped Wei Wu on the shoulder. "Well done! I’ll have Wang Hao transfer you US$ 500,000 as a bonus tomorrow at the bank."

When Wei Wu looked as if he was about to refuse, Wu Yun stopped him. "Don’t be so quick to turn it down. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have won that ten million US dollar bet against the Japanese man. Between that and the wager I placed on you just now, this half a million is just a drop in the bucket!"

Da Xiong said with a hint of envy, "Shit! If I’d known, I would’ve taken the fight!"

Wu Yun laughed. "Once we’re back in Huaxia, there will be bonuses for everyone!"

Hearing this, Da Xiong chuckled. "Thanks, Boss!"

"Alright! Pack up! Let’s get out of here. Tomorrow, we’ll hit the bank first to take care of these checks, and then we’ll be on our way!"

...

The next day, just as Wu Yun’s group entered the bank, the mustached, middle-aged leader of the Mexican Gang received a call from one of his men.

"Boss! They’ve gone into the bank! Looks like those bearer checks are as good as gone! Shit!"

Hearing the curses from his subordinate over the phone, the middle-aged man frowned in thought before replying, "Keep following them! Wait for my signal!"

After he hung up, Carlos, who was beside him, asked, "Boss! What’s the plan? Are we going to hit them!?"

"Hold on! Let’s confirm one more time—is it just him and three bodyguards?" The middle-aged man turned to Anthony and asked, "Have you made contact at the border?"

Anthony thumped his chest confidently. "Relax, Boss! I’ve already established a line with them. Just like you said, I only told them we might be crossing and that we’d call when the time comes."

The middle-aged man nodded, satisfied. "Carlos! Be careful! Don’t get spotted!"

"Anthony, once we have confirmation, take two men and head to the border to get things ready."

...

When Wu Yun’s group came out of the bank, Hawkeye and Poison Thorn stopped concealing themselves and joined them, getting into the vehicles in the hotel parking lot.

By the time they were leaving the city, several SUVs and off-road vehicles of various makes and models were trailing them from a distance.

Of course, Poison Thorn, riding in the pickup truck, saw all of this.

"Heads up! The rats are on our tail!" Poison Thorn’s voice crackled over the radio just as they merged onto the interstate.

Poison Thorn then rattled off the makes, models, and colors of the cars that were following.

They had only just left the city, and the roads were still busy. An ordinary person wouldn’t have noticed the tail unless they were specifically looking for it.

Two hours later, on a vast, seemingly endless desert plain, a single ribbon of asphalt cut across the landscape. Vehicles passed intermittently, especially large trucks that kicked up clouds of sand and dust from under their tires.

A Mercedes G-Wagen and a Ford F-150 drove one behind the other along the interstate.

After a few exits, the traffic on the road began to thin out.

The Mexicans’ convoy hung back several hundred meters, trying to look like they were just fellow travelers on the same road.

However, when they saw Wu Yun’s vehicles turn off the road and head straight into the desert, one after the other, the Mexicans were momentarily stunned.

"Did they make us?" the man in the lead car asked over the radio.

"I don’t think so. Judging by their speed, they’re not trying to run."

"Let’s follow them and see what they’re up to!"

Just then, the voice of the Mexican Gang’s leader came over the radio. "Hold on. Let them get a bit farther ahead before we follow."

Out on the desert plains, the tire tracks were extremely conspicuous. As long as a strong wind didn’t blow through, the tracks would remain visible for two or three days.

The Mexicans, who operated in this area, knew this made tracking much easier.

In Wu Yun’s car, everyone was excited, including Wu Yun himself—everyone except for Wang Hao, who was trembling with nerves.

They had already donned their multi-function tactical vests, complete with ballistic plates. Wu Yun ran a hand over the HK416 he was holding. ’I wonder if it’ll draw first blood today.’