John glanced around the two cars, and after a quick magazine change, he walked out with the man and slowly approached his side towards the pickup. After being about parallel to Quintero, he stopped and motioned for Quintero across the street to move on.

Quintero would, but apparently it was superfluous for them to be so cautious at this point, as Quintero walked around to the other side of the pickup truck and found that all the people were dead. But at this moment, there was a movement from another pickup truck.

Quintero immediately turned his head to look there, and instead of moving, he gestured to John and them. John immediately slowly circled towards the pickup truck farther away, while Quintero and the others remained in place and aimed there. A moment later, John came to the pickup, and before he could take a closer look, he heard someone on the other side: "Don't shoot." I surrender, surrender! ”

"Stand up, put your hands up, raise a little and let me see them. Stand up and hurry. John gestured towards Quintero as he spoke.

Quintero immediately said to his subordinates: "Be on guard. After saying that, he walked around the other side quickly, and saw a guerrilla slowly standing up from the ground next to the co-pilot.

One of John's side immediately walked over to the man and examined his contents. John, on the other hand, looked at the man and said in Spanish: "Guerrillas? “

"Yes..." The man held his hand aloft.

"What about the others?" John continued.

"Others... The man didn't react for a moment, and timidly glanced at his fallen companion.

John laughed and said, "I'm not talking about them. It's the one who sent you here. Where did those people go? ”

"They... I don't know about them ... I just heard that I went to find the Mexicans. "It's humane.

"Mexicans?" John didn't believe what he said, and then said, "What are you going to do there?" As soon as he finished speaking, Quintero said to John from the side of the pickup truck, "It's a mortar." ”

"Mortar?" John looked at Quintero and asked, then looked at the guerrilla in front of him, who had been turned over all over his body, and said, "These are the only ones who arrived?" ”

"Yes... It was shipped. The man looked at John and said, "We are here to support the others here ... But at the wrong intersection. ”

"To answer the previous question, what are your people going to do with the Mexicans? Mexicans in the southeast? John asked.

"Yes. It's there. I don't know exactly what to do. Just heard that Mexicans have a lot of money hidden there. That's it... "It's humane.

John nodded, satisfied with the answer, which showed that the guerrilla bastards had changed the purpose of their original purpose of fighting here, and that he and Pete were no longer their main targets, which was undoubtedly a great thing for him.

"In that case, why don't you all go, and are you still here to fight us because you're afraid we'll go to the Mexicans too?" John asked.

The man didn't seem to understand what John meant, and he said with some embarrassment, "This... I don't know. I'm just a creep. You can only do what you are told. ”

John waved his hand, and it was enough to make sure that the guerrillas had gone for money. Then he looked at the mortars in the car and said, "Did you plan to use these against us?" ”

"Yes... This.. And that's only part of the story. Some were transported to the southeast. "It's humane.

"Okay." John nodded and said to Quintero, "Bring two mortars and some more shells." As he spoke, he looked at the guerrilla and said, "Will you use this?" Are you a specialized gunner? ”

"Yes ... Yes sir. The man nodded.

"Good." John nodded in satisfaction, "What's your name?" ”

"Enzo. My name is Enzo. The man replied.

"Okay. Listen, Enzo. John said, pointing to the mortar on the pickup truck and said, "We were lucky that we didn't let these shells bloom in the car during the exchange of fire just now, and you weren't killed." Don't look at you now that you're captured by us, but honestly I'm not going to do anything to you. But there is a premise, you have to be a helper for us. I'm going to use this to attack you guys who are still here fighting with our people. Do you see what I mean? ”

The guy named Enzo looked at John in embarrassment, then at the mortar in the car, and after hesitating for a moment, he nodded reluctantly and said, "Okay. . . All right... Only... As long as you can let me go. ”

"Of course. I don't want to bring you back to the United States. That's against the law. John chuckled as he spoke, then looked at Quintero and said, "Let's go." Let's go. ”

Quintero immediately nodded and beckoned everyone to get ready for action. However, just as he turned his head to return to Crystal Boulevard, he was stopped by John. I saw John say: "Now that the main force of the guerrillas has gotten out, they will go to the city from here." Just go around behind the gang of people who were left behind to deal with us, give them a few solid blows, and all the problems will be solved. ”

Just as John was about to launch a counterattack, Pete, who was still hiding in the woods on the north side of the Mexican station, was still waiting for instructions to get them to act. Although they had joined up with Colin and the others at the moment, the actual situation had not improved, at least as far as they were concerned. Because Colin and they didn't have a lot of people, and now Pete and they were each wounded, not only did they not get replenished in terms of combat effectiveness or combatants, but they were not as good as before. So now it's still a difficult situation for them, and they're still very nervous.

Pete wasn't seriously injured, so he kept an eye on the city with his gun in his hand. After noticing that the intensity of the battle in the city was much weaker, he turned his head to look at Colin, who was also on guard, and said, "Colin, it seems that there is little movement in this city. ”

"It's long overdue." Colin looked at Hernandez's corpse and said, "This guy is finished." His guards are all gone, what are these people still fighting? ”

"Who knows?" Pete also didn't figure it out for a while, and it stands to reason that it should indeed be over. I used to think the same way, but now it feels like I'm stuck in a quagmire, and I can't get out smoothly.

"Maybe these guerrillas really hate us. Haha" Just as Colin finished speaking, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from the south.