In the second half of the night, there were no cars on Highway 16 from Chihuahua to Osinaga, not even a few trucks, and few people in the middle of the night were willing to rush on the Wasteland Highway.

Andre's cars can let go of running, and it takes more than 4 hours to drive 230 kilometers, which is all a wild ride.

After arriving in Osinaga, I found that there were no cars waiting in line at the border on this side of Mexico, and when I saw this situation, the guys did not pass the checkpoint for the time being, and lost the car in the city of Osinaga, which is not far from the checkpoint, and the car keys were not pulled, and the license plate was pried apart and discarded by the way.

This is Mexico, and these cars will be 100% gone after a large number of cars, and there will be no aftermath - if there are cars waiting to be cleared at the checkpoint, the Red Devils will drive through the level, and now they don't need to be conspicuous, wandering and walking through the level, and even the last flaw of the car will be lost.

If you knew this was the case, you wouldn't have to bother with an American-licensed car in Chihuahua, just a few Mexican cars.

Plans can't keep up with change, and this experience is universal in the world.

In a few moments, it was about to dawn, and Yuri threw Andrei a bottle of freshly opened tequila, which he had found in the stolen car, and there were several bottles.

André took a large mouthful, rinsed it, spit it out, and the group walked shoulder-to-shoulders toward the Mexican side of the checkpoint.

The procedures for Mexicans to go to the United States are strict, and the United States is extremely simple to travel to and from the border between the two countries, and Andre's gang just lit up their passports, and the Mexican checkpoint personnel let them go: I have seen a lot of American drunks who go to Oshinaga to buy drunk and have fun, and besides, there is no need to stamp the passport, otherwise the passports of these Americans who like to run to Mexico must be as thick as a dictionary to use.

Besides, there are many Americans who work in Presidio during the day and make their home in Oshinaga on the Mexican side after work, so that these people can live a more prosperous life on the Mexican side with their modest income and benefits on the American side.

There is obviously a difference in the price level between the two countries, and in order to keep the Mexicans prosperous on the border, the security of Oshinaga is okay.

With a salary of $1,000 a month, a 15-minute walk to your home in Mexico after work every day can cost you $20,000 or $30,000 in the United States, so why not.

A Rio Grande, with distinct differences on both sides of life - the river is shallow, and if you are not afraid of getting your shoes wet, you can cross the border from the river - the two small towns are separated by a narrow Rio Grande in the middle, and there are usually people who pass through the border by car, walking, and bicycling.

Oh, if you don't ride a horse, the animal has to be quarantined, trouble: don't walk from the bridge, and the cow people who ride horses and wade across the border from a kilometer or two away don't know if there are any.

After crossing the checkpoint, I walked more than 100 meters on a bridge, and then walked 100 meters forward to reach the checkpoint on the American side.

If you can clear customs regularly, why bother wading into the water, anyway, the name on the document is not Andrei Ivanovich Koryuchkov.

A group of drunks who came back from buying in Mexico, the U.S. customs guards in charge of the checkpoint saw that this was a large group, and they looked like some typical white people under the lights, so they didn't let them go through the inspection channel, and directly pointed to an open door on the barbed wire on the side of the checkpoint, and shouted in their mouths: "Be careful not to fall into the ditch!"

If you let these drunks into the passage, the customs officers will have to be busy, at least it will take time to check the passport, it is better to let these drunks "clear customs quickly".

Anyway, the customs here just glance at the passport of the Americans, and they don't even have to knock on the stamp, so they don't make trouble for themselves.

Andre's group left from the small door, and as soon as he passed the checkpoint, Andre took out a satellite phone, dialed the number he had contacted before, and as soon as he connected to the voice on the other side, he said, "We are at the door of the three-way pizzeria on Route 67." ”

Needless to say, this hangs up. Six inconspicuous off-road vehicles and pickup trucks drove to the front of the pizzeria a minute later, and a big man in the lead came up, pointed directly to the first few cars in front and said: "Give you four cars, all the equipment has been calibrated, we will cooperate with you."

We met with the two Mexicans and had them cross the river and return. This will be our buddies staring from afar, now take you there. ”

So get in the car and go.

Not far away, the target farm is about a kilometer west of the town and about the same distance from Route 67.

The surveillance point was on the side of the road, and André was troubled by the sight of the terrain - it was empty, too close to the town, and if he could not deal with his opponents silently, the armed guards of the Presidio police station and customs would soon arrive.

If they do, it's the border, and in the event of a massive shootout, a few cops will be of limited use.

Dawn, after checking the situation for a few minutes, whether the conditions are good or not, this is ready to move, otherwise even if you ambush the opponent halfway, you don't know whether that Barcelona Pelosi will take Route 67, or Route 170 along the border, or simply go to Mexico,

None of this is easy to estimate, and you can't be sure if the target is on the bus!

There were 12 men from San Antonio, divided into two groups, one group guarding the intersection of highways 67 and 170 at the north entrance of the town by an unmanned substation, and the other six went to the gate, where there were several armed men with guns on duty.

The mission of the guys who come to Christmas is to intercept the interveners in the event of a shootout in the direction of the farm, and by the way, blow up the telecommunications tower on the side of the substation.

This is a wasteland desert, and after destroying the communication tower, the American police have to go to Mexico across the river to call for outside support.

Unfortunately, he didn't know the location of Osinaga's switchboard, otherwise André would have sent someone across the river with a bazooka to guard it - the Mexicans there were using American cell phone signals.

As for the police station, there will be at most one or two officers on duty, and the locals know where they live.

Time is pressing, there is no time to understand, just hold the highway intersection.

The Red Devil was divided into three parts, Andrei commanded Valentin, Yuri, Kirill, Alexander, Joseph and Leonid to form the first commando, and Lieutenant Colonel Vasily led another commando team to make a detour to the other side of the farm.

The other four Red Devils formed two sniper teams to cover the cover, using the same M21 sniper rifle with a long muffler as the M16A2 with a muffler.

Common equipment, familiar to the Red Devils.

The biggest effect of a muffler for supersonic firearms is to make the soldiers listen to the commander's instructions clearly, and not expect them to be unaware of the situation when fighting in the city.

The good news is that this is in the wasteland, and the target building is a kilometer away from the town, and the weakened gunfire is not audible to anyone at this distance.