147, jealous Sanchez

Sanchez got bored after arranging a vacation, but it was routine — SWAT team members after a shootout on duty needed rest and, if necessary, psychological intervention. But Sanchez didn't feel the need for psychological intervention at all, after the shootout in Colima, a psychiatrist once told Sanchez that he was born to do this, there was no psychological burden after killing, he should eat, drink and sleep, and even the pain after falling out of love was much less.

Sanchez was not interested in such words, he always felt, is the criminal still human? Since you are not a human being, then if you die, you will die, where is there so much psychological burden.

It's just that today's vacation time is more difficult, Tina's phone is turned off, and he is a small police officer who can't find out Tina's father's address. But he suddenly began to miss Tina: the girl who had never been alone in his school days seemed to have been stuck in his heart for a long time. But Tina's father, Garner, is the image of a gangster in the movie he hated as a child, which made Sanchez very sad. But chatting with Tina yesterday afternoon, I felt that this father is a father and a daughter is a daughter, and there is nothing contradictory about what should be caught, what should be loved.

Lying in the small apartment provided by the SWAT team, Sanchez suddenly remembered that his Ferrari was covered in mud and that it was time to wash it. It was all after the Colima incident, Sanchez wanted to sell Ferrari, after all, his girlfriend had also broken up, and Ferrari had become one of the targets of the bandits. But now I don't want to sell it, at least I can use it when I go for a ride with Tina.

Downstairs, Sanchez changed into rubber shoes, connected a bucket full of water from the water pipe on the first floor, and just wanted to lift it to the car, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrate. He looked at it, it was an unfamiliar number, and he casually pressed it off and bent down to carry water, but the phone vibrated unrelentingly, Sanchez pressed the call button and put it to his ear, and hummed softly.

"Officer Sanchez?"

The call was from a man who spoke very standard English. Sanchez doesn't speak English very well, he can only understand it, and he can only communicate simply.

"I am. Who are you? ”

"Your number was given to me by Tina."

The man's voice was very soft, and Sanchez was stunned for a few seconds, he couldn't match the guy who shot and killed yesterday with the person on the phone, but he knew that it was him! It's the man Tina said she didn't know yesterday.

"You can call me 'Mo', Tina said, want us to meet, is it convenient for you?" Seeing that Sanchez did not answer, the man spoke again, in a very polite tone.

"Yes, where are you now?"

Sanchez was weird, but he thought that since Tina had said that he would let this guy come to him, he would see him, and it would be just right, the car would not need to be washed, so he would drive this car to pick him up. Wouldn't it be better to drive a police car? Police cars are threatening. Well, do you want to change into a police uniform? This guy must be very familiar with Tina, why didn't Tina tell the truth yesterday?

Then he didn't hear the words on the phone when he was thinking, so he could only ask again, "What did you just say?" The signal is not very good, the location gives me? I'm going to you? ”

Sanchez thinks he said it well – "give me the position, I'll go find you". Well, very proactive and proud.

The man named Mo chuckled again, "You're welcome, you give me an address, and we'll just meet at the place you said, how about it?" It sounded like a discussion, but the tone was unquestionable.

Sanchez quickly recalls the positions he had previously trained in Colima but had been to Mexico City several times. And as a police officer, his memory of the geographical location is still very professional. Soon he gave the name of a place, and said that he could meet there before one o'clock at noon. The exterior of the three-storey building is golden, the graffiti on the wall is a green palm olive tree of the same height as the building, a red giant, a black ocean, and the courtyard downstairs has two fixed iron benches and a swing. The passage is also described in detail. After listening to Mo on the phone, he just hung up the phone with a hum.

Looking at the dirty Ferrari, Sanchez was in no mood to care if it was beautiful or not. After hanging up the phone, he remembered, why did the other party say that he would meet if he wanted to meet? What does Tina want him to meet with herself? He maliciously wanted to call a few colleagues to go over and arrest the guy for the crime of causing trouble with guns on the street, but he felt that this was too villainous, and Tina knew that she would look down on her.

After a moment of silence, Sanchez went upstairs to change into a more formal-looking outfit. But as usual, he still carried his sports backpack, which contained an MP5 submachine gun with a folded handle and 2 magazines. After this shootout in Syntagma Square, Sanchez is afraid that he will not be separated from weapons in the future. He went down to the first floor, met his squad leader Binro on the way, and asked very surprised if Sanchez, who was dressed in this costume, went out to pick up girls, and Sanchez gave him the middle finger in return, and passed by Binro with a smile.

That's it here, there are not too many bureaucrats, and they know that good cooperation is the first factor to save their lives in the rain of bullets, and there will be no class distinction between the upper and lower levels, only 100% trust and execution. Sanchez is deeply touched by this.

Mo Lei arrived 20 minutes earlier than scheduled, this was for safety reasons, and he couldn't trust Sanchez, and it had nothing to do with Tina. But although he was mentally prepared, after arriving at the place, Mo Lei still secretly scolded his mother - the target location was not on the hillside, the terrain was very flat, but all the houses in the vicinity were painted golden, and the small buildings were generally high, and if you wanted to find the graffiti on the wall, you could only walk through the alley. Anyone who has been to Mexico City knows the story of an out-of-towner walking alone through a residential neighborhood, day or night.

In fact, Mo Lei thought about things complicated, Sanchez really didn't have this mind, he just subconsciously searched for the most familiar and suitable place for chatting in his mind. The place belonged to the middle class of the city, and there were very few crimes. And Mo Lei scolded Sanchez secretly, and at the same time blamed himself for why he didn't choose a place, and searched the alley for a place to find with vigilance.

On the way, Mo Lei also met a group of tourists from other places, who were sitting in the alley with huge packages and chatting with local residents. There are also elderly people smoking hookahs outside the door, holding a chicly brass hookah in their hands, and their wrinkled faces hidden in the smoke. He also saw several people who looked like TV station staff, carrying cameras and taking pictures of serenity.

After walking around the alley, Mo Lei had no choice but to ask a guy with a naked upper body and tattoos on his arms and chest to ask where he was looking for. But the rugged strong man didn't understand English, and Mo Lei compared with each other for a few minutes, and the strong man who was so anxious pointed to the alley, shouted a few times, and called one of the TV station staff over, and the other party finished communicating with Mo Lei in broken English, laughed, and then waved a child over, muttered a few words to the child, and the child walked towards the alley, signaling Mo Lei to follow as he walked.

It seems that my Spanish needs to be made up.,I thought I could survive by knowing a simple reply.,But it's still not good to communicate in the real sense.。 Mo Lei shook his head, thanked the two enthusiastic guys, followed the little boy through the alley, turned a few steps to the right, crossed a riverbank full of flowers, and crossed the small bridge of the canal, the little boy stopped, pointed to a bright yellow building on the opposite riverbank, turned around and ran back. Mo Lei didn't even have a chance to tip.

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