"We've been met with a madman......" The transmitter pointed his finger at the butt of his gun, looking at the corpses and blood all over the ground. He said in a deep voice: "Let all the squads gather and don't act separately." ”

The transmitter looked at the corpses all over the ground, and the hanging head said coldly: "Don't touch the scene, everyone stay vigilant and evacuate." ”

"Pay attention to the traces left by the other party, and pay attention to whether there is a treacherous ...... under your feet"

"Boom!!" As soon as the words fell, a loud bang exploded directly in front of him! The transmitter's face sank, and then he waved his hand violently! Seven or eight figures quickly broke away from the formation and rushed forward!

However, when they arrived at the scene. All that was left was a body that had been blown up. There was also a severed head.

The transmitter turned blue, looking at the corpse on the ground, his lips trembling slightly. This is his younger brother. Originally, he did not agree with his younger brother becoming a mercenary with him. It's a pity that this wayward brother still secretly joined the team behind his back.

And then...... The transmitter was here, and the body of his brother was seen.

"Let's go!" After a moment of silence, the transmitter finally did not choose to move or touch the body. Instead, he chose to leave. No one knows if the other party will do anything to the corpse.

In this case, not touching the body is the best option. The silent transmitter is now filled with a terrifying aura.

Far away, the crow watched through the scope and just left. He sighed and slipped down the canopy. Sink yourself into the mire. Leaving a few ventilation positions, I chose to rest.

In the jungle, physical fitness is very important. Marching requires a lot of physical energy, especially if you have to open the way.

The transmitter was angry now, but he also knew that this anger was useless. He had to look more carefully, look for all the clues and dig up the damn crow.

He vowed to peel off his skin with his own hands and sacrifice it to his brother. The whole team, everyone did not dare to disperse. Everyone can support each other at a certain distance. Everyone was extremely careful, so the march was extremely slow.

Unfortunately, what they didn't know was that the crow had already begun to rest at this time. They won't be attacked by him. This caution will only consume their great physical strength and stamina.

Iron Arm squinted at the jungle, and behind him were silent squads. Albert has a thick oil paint on his face and is wearing a jungle camouflage. Behind Albert are his own two squads.

"Let's go!" Iron Arm said lightly. At this time, the night has fallen. The figure of the squad began to disappear into the edge of the jungle. They got out of the car early and hiked because they would be exposed if they got on the bus again.

No one made a sound, and everyone entered the jungle in silence.

The steward almost cried when he saw the lights of the city. The jackal, whose name he didn't know, had the last conversation with him: "You go!" The steward did not answer, he chose to run faster than the dogs.

Relying on the supply point above the GPS, he barely survived. When I walked out of the jungle and saw the city lights, the manager almost wanted to cry. However, he didn't dare to go to his own site at all.

Now, no one can believe him. He decided that he wanted to go to the Flag Mountain and find the lame dog!

Tijuana, located on the northwest border of Mexico. It borders the United States and is only 19 kilometers from the city of San Diego. At the northwestern tip of California, on the banks of the Tecatel River, near the Pacific Ocean, is Mexico's fourth-largest city.

In 1889, the city was already established here. Today, the city has a resident population of 2 million. The floating population is more than one million. The 24-hour development of the border port has made it a tourist destination.

It is one of the busiest international thoroughfares in the world. Every day, up to 65,000 cars and more than 5,000 freight vehicles pass here.

Thirty percent of Mexican-American tourists cross borders here, and 20 percent of Mexico's exports reach the United States. Every year, 40 million people move in both directions through the Mexican-American border crossing in Tijuana.

Here, the American diaspora is naturally the largest alien group. But the second largest alien ethnic group...... It's Chinese.

Flag Hill in Tijuana is a prestigious attraction. Almost all tourists who come here will go to see it. However, many people who go to Flag Hill will not notice.

On the National Flag Mountain, a smiling Chinese man pushing a small cart selling tacos. The Chinese man is fluent in Spanish and English, and occasionally he even makes a cameo as an interpreter to help visitors communicate with locals.

Most people don't know his name. Anyone who knows him knows that he is actually a little lame. But not the most obvious kind, unless you start walking quickly before you notice.

He was so inconspicuous, hunched over and silently selling his corn burritos on the National Flag Mountain. There are really too many such people in Flag Mountain. So, no one will notice such a person.

But today, someone who knew him discovered something. Although he was still smiling, he was still hunched over. But he seemed to be waiting for something, and from time to time he would look outside.

The steward took advantage of the darkness and entered Tijuana. He found a nondescript looking hotel and quickly took a shower. Then I put on my bathrobe and went to a nearby store that had not yet closed to buy two clothes.

After changing into one, he left with a peaked cap. Soon after, he opened another room in a second, slightly upscale hotel. Changed into another outfit and walked out.

Seemingly idle, he began to purchase a large ticket of seemingly unrelated things. Many of them are cosmetics that are only used by women. He bought a lot of clothes, but he didn't go to the malls where there was surveillance.

Instead, I chose a night market, grocery store, and second-hand goods store with a lot of traffic...... Wait a minute. After the purchase was completed, the manager never returned to the hotel he opened before.

He found another hotel that didn't require identification and stayed in. Of course, he also touched the passports of several tourists during the night market. Carrying a large bag on his back, the manager quickly chose a remote room.

He took out the passport he had touched, gestured and began to apply makeup in the same way as the person on it.

"Alas...... It's still a little bit worse, a lot of things here are hard to find......" The manager sighed, makeup is a university question. It can make Bajie become Chang'e, and it can turn the devil into an angel.

As a manager who has been professionally trained and has been promoted from the bottom, there is naturally no shortage of this craft. He even steals and makes fake passports. Even has a good memory.

The make-up stopped, and the manager recalled what he had seen the tourist wearing. Then find a second-hand suit from your big bag. After a gesture, he quickly put it in.

Packing up, he packed up the rest. I found a rope and hung the big bag from the upper floor. Then he went out, and he still had the key with him. The front desk also didn't notice his comings and goings.

The house money paid by the general manager is basically for three days, five days or even a week. Moreover, he hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign when he went out. So, under normal circumstances, no one will notice whether there is anyone in this room or not.

After a few or two, the steward followed the road of the slums to the darkest part of Tijuana. He stood at the intersection and seemed to reminisce. I followed a road and came to a dark alley full of sewage without a drainage ditch.

In the dark alley, seven or eight scattered windows closed quietly. The manager lowered his head and recalled, and then walked to the third wooden window, "Da ~ Da Da ~~" and tapped it rhythmically.

"Who is it?!" A high-pitched Spanish voice rang out, and the manager replied in a deep voice in accented Spanish: "The crocodile introduced me to you, saying you have everything here." ”

But the window I saw opened with a sound of "click~", and a thin man with a sunken face and dark circles under his eyes stretched out: "If you have money, I will have everything." Without money, I have nothing! ”

The man looked to be in his mid-thirties, with a sharp-beaked monkey cheek and a crooked gaze.

"Glock 17, clean. Fifty rounds. The manager lowered his head and said in a deep voice. The man nodded and held out his hand. The manager pulled out a roll of money from his pocket: "Something." ”

The other party carefully looked at the money in the manager's hand before turning back. After a while, he took out a box and opened it.

"Oh, you want it." The manager reached out to take it, but the other party shrank back: "Hey! Man, you've got to give me the money first! ”

The manager didn't give him the money, but shook his head: "The crocodile said, I'll give you the money when I get something and look at it." Or...... I asked him to come to you personally?! ”

"Uh...... Or forget it, here you go. The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and whispered, "But you'd better not think about swallowing my goods, even if you're a crocodile!" ”

The manager took the gun "click~click~" three or two times, and dismantled the gun under the other party's stunned. Double-checked. Even the bullets were checked before a roll of money was thrown to the man.

The man took the money and quickly clicked it. Then he hesitated as if to say something, but the manager quickly pressed the bullet into the chamber.

"Man, I told you I was introduced by a crocodile. So the price I gave you, it was told to me by the crocodile. How? You're not satisfied?! ”

The man seemed to be afraid of the crocodile, and finally sighed: "Okay! All right! Remember that the next time you have business to come to me, the price will not be as expensive as yours. ”

The manager put the gun into his waist, nodded and turned away without saying a word. This slum is basically an area for many people to stay away from.

But for the Governor, this is his holy place.