Duca drove out of the town and headed north, passing through the Gobi Desert full of wild grass and strange rocks, to Juarez, the capital city of Chihuahua.

Juarez is on the U.S.-Mexico border. After passing Juarez, you will reach New Mexico and Texas in the United States. It has also become one of the important ports for smuggling into the United States.

When he was walking on the road with his bag on his back, someone immediately came up to solicit business.

"Hey~ man, do you want to go to the United States? It only costs 200 US dollars. 200 US dollars can send you safely to Texas. Our company sends at least 100,000 immigrants to the United States every year, with a success rate of 99.9%. Brother, why don't you think about it?

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"No need, I'm just here for a trip."

Duka waved his hand and walked into a community supermarket.

"Haha, brother, stop pretending. You look like a stowaway. Don't worry, our method of smuggling is very safe. You are 100% guaranteed to pass the customs. If you don't pass, you won't be charged."

"real?"

Duka smiled, took a few bags of beef jerky from the shelf and put them into the shopping basket.

"Really, we have cooperated with a transportation company in Texas. We can put you in the mezzanine of the container to ensure that the police cannot search you."

The young smuggling agent saw that he bought a lot of things and suddenly became more enthusiastic.

"Of course, hiding in a container is not comfortable. Sometimes when encountering refrigerated containers, it can freeze people to death. Our company also has a more advanced stowaway service, one-on-one, that is, one boatman is only responsible for one guest, absolutely 100%

It only costs 500 US dollars to pass the customs, do you want to try it?"

the agent asked enthusiastically.

Duca smiled, he knew that method.

Just hide the person in the car seat or under the floor and lie down to pass the test. This method is too frustrating and cannot be 100% successful. In addition, he does not want to leave his personal safety in the hands of others.

"Do you know any Border Patrol officers? I want to drive across the border without being inspected. Is there anything I can do?"

Duca asked.

"Don't accept inspection?"

The agent looked at his large military backpack and his eyes flickered.

"This is difficult. The border patrol and anti-narcotics police are very strict about inspections in this area. Any goods entering from Mexico must be inspected. What's in your backpack..."

"It's just some local specialties from my hometown, nothing weird at all."

Duca said.

"I see!"

The agent smiled meaningfully, came over and said softly, "Brother, there is a way, but it requires spending more money."

"How much?"

"How about 20,000 US dollars? Don't think the price is high. The greater the risk, the greater the return. You should know more about your business than me."

The agent winked and said.

"When can we leave?"

"Are you willing to cooperate with us?"

The agent became excited and said, "Brother, choosing to cooperate with us is definitely the wisest choice. You pay a deposit of US$10,000 first and pay the rest after passing the customs. We are guaranteed to pass."

"When to set off?"

Duca asked again.

"It will probably take a few days. We will arrange and coordinate slowly. How about five days? Five days at most."

The agent said.

"It's too slow, I don't have that much time."

Duca came to the front desk to check out with his shopping basket. He bought some cooked food and drinks and spent more than 500 pesos.

When the agent saw that he was not short of money, he immediately changed his mind.

"Brother, I thought about it. Although I am a little anxious to pass the customs tonight, we can still do it if we work overtime. Why don't we go to our office to talk."

"Next time, I have something to do today!"

Duca left the supermarket with shopping bags.

"Hey, man, man~"

After shouting a few times, he didn't look back. The agent cursed a few words angrily. Suddenly he rolled his eyes and walked to the public phone booth.

"Hey~ Victor, you know, I just met one of your colleagues. He was carrying a big bag, at least thirty kilograms... It's really, God is my witness. I promise not to lie, in advance.

As promised, I gave you the news, and I will take 30% of it after the matter is completed...Okay, my position is..."

Peng!

Just as he was about to give his address, the agent felt something hit his head. Suddenly his vision went dark and he fell to the ground.

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"I told you all, didn't you? You don't believe it."

Holding a lollipop in his mouth, Duca squatted down and dug into the agent's pocket, only finding a few steel pennies.

What a poor guy!

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After leaving the supermarket, Duca did not stop in Juarez. He walked around the city and then drove north to the edge of the Chihuahuan Desert.

He wants to cross the border from here.

When setting off from Mexico City, he also thought about sneaking across the border in the ordinary way.

But the situation has changed. He is wanted by Mexico in both black and white. There are police in front and robbers in the back, and he is carrying a huge amount of cash. The ordinary method is not suitable. He wants to use the fastest, safest method without having to undergo inspection.

Pass.

Taking all things into consideration, a self-driving trip through the Chihuahuan Desert is undoubtedly the most suitable.

The Chihuahua Desert is in northern Mexico, straddling the US-Mexico border, with a total area of ​​640,000 square kilometers, three times the territory of the United Kingdom.

The desert has a large area, complex terrain, harsh climate conditions, and wild beasts are often found. Without sufficient supplies and rich knowledge of wilderness survival, it is difficult to get out of the desert alive.

Duca stayed in Chihuahua for two years, and also walked across it once with his teammates. That time was mainly to rescue the hostages hidden in the sand nest, and he had some understanding of the situation here.

In the afternoon, he came to an oasis town on the border of the Chihuahuan Desert. Under the guidance of the tour guide, he found the road leading to the depths of the desert.

This road was originally opened by the Indian tribes living in the desert, and later became an alternative transportation route for traffickers. Every time the U.S. Drug Enforcement Agency (DEA) cracks down, this road will be reused.

The reason why it is not used often is because the road is a bit overhanging.

The wind blows in the desert, the sand moves with the wind, and the roads are constantly changing.

People who are familiar with this area can find the location of the shallow sand area based on their feeling and general direction, and follow the shallow sand area to the Texas border.

People who have never been here will get lost after entering.

Duka had been here once and had a general direction in his mind. He drove forward and encountered an impassable place. He stopped the car and climbed to the top of the dune. He held the scope of the sniper rifle and observed the terrain.

, find the shallow sandy area.

From afternoon to midnight, we only advanced less than twenty kilometers.

The next morning, the sun came out and the temperature in the desert slowly rose. He drank water and ate, peed in the sand nest, and set off again.

Looking for a driveway and continuing north, I encountered a shallow sandy area with obvious lines. I drove at a speed of over 30, enjoying the cool breeze and drinking beer. It was very comfortable.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, he encountered a situation.

As they rounded a sand dune, a convoy drove towards them, like a transport team returning.

There were two pickup trucks and one truck. The pickup truck was in front. There were two shirtless men in the first truck, playing heavy metal music and shaking their heads.

When Duka looked over, the people in the car also looked over, with no intention of saying hello. After all, no one was serious.

After passing the convoy, Duca immediately accelerated.

Rumor has it that there is a rule on this road. When you meet a stranger, it is best not to look directly at the stranger to avoid getting into trouble. Duca knew the rule, but it seemed too cowardly not to look at it, so he looked at it.

As he accelerated, the convoy stopped for a moment and then continued to move forward without any intention of causing trouble.

Duca was confused, was that rumor false?

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"Boss, that guy saw us, why didn't you kill him?"

Not far away, in a convoy that was facing away, a bald man held a gun and asked in a murderous voice.

"Yes, boss, we should kill him."

Other people also spoke up.

"Kill him? You probably didn't see the M21 he put on the back seat. Is there anyone easy to mess with as a sniper?"

The leader sitting in the passenger seat said with a cigarette in his mouth.
To be continued...