Jack opened a can of beer, walked into the bathroom, and turned on the shower faucet, although this was the military dormitory, he had also checked, and there was no theoretical possibility of eavesdropping.

But given that you're dealing with the C.I.A. these days, there's nothing wrong with being cautious.

Alessandro's story is not complicated, as a Colombian prosecutor, he has a good life, a successful career, a wife who loves him dearly, and a well-behaved and sensible daughter, whose only regret may be that her daughter lost her hearing due to illness.

And this good life, after he sued several Mexican DU traffickers, became a nightmare.

Strictly speaking, Alessandro is not very righteous in his career as a prosecutor, after all, in these countries, officials who dare to openly declare war on DU traffickers have basically their entire families died.

Alessandro can only say that he has retained the basic floor, and more or less has some sympathy for the suffering people at the bottom of his country, but it is this little bit of the bottom limit that has made him a thorn in the side of some people.

On a leisurely sunny afternoon, a group of DU traffickers from Mexico broke into Alessandro's home, and after ravaging his wife and daughter under the age of 10 in front of him, they cut off his wife's head and threw his daughter into a vat filled with sulfuric acid.

From that day on, Alessandro abandoned his humanity and became a killer who lived only for revenge.

He moves between the various forces, the DU clique, the black police, the dirty politicians, the CIA, and others who want to use him to eliminate competitors.

Anyone can cooperate, they can hire him, but the way of hiring is not money, but to provide him with the opportunity to take revenge.

The third man in the Sonora group they will deal with this time, Fausto Alarcón, nicknamed "The Executioner", is one of the targets of Alessandro's revenge.

This tragic story made Jane shudder, and understood why Jack had warned her that such a person might not care about other people's eyes, but he also didn't mind killing someone who knew that his past was secret.

"Sounds like the kind of people in the Mexican Marine Corps or the BOPE Special Police Operations Unit in Brazil."

After reading the information provided by Jack, Jane also took the time to learn about the current situation of the drug trade in Latin America, of course, the main way is the grain pigeon, and the two troops she said are the anti-drug pioneers of their countries.

The members of BOPE in Brazil are almost all people who have been persecuted by DU traffickers and are determined to protect their homeland with their lives, which has a natural tragic color.

When dealing with drug dealers, they are extremely ruthless, and they never even care whether stray bullets will hurt innocent people.

The Mexican Marine Corps is the last ray of light in Mexico's anti-drug cause, because in that country, the local police have long been completely corrupted and degenerate, and the federal police are slightly better, but only slightly better.

The Marines, who have been floating on the sea all year round and have barely been corrupted by poison, have become the only place for young people who are hungry for revenge because their loved ones have died at the hands of DU traffickers.

This is also the reason why the unknown old sergeant major emphasized that after entering the country, anyone can be an enemy.

Jack shook his head, "Alessandro is different from them, he will also cooperate with some of the DU traffickers in order to get revenge on their rivals, and his real identity now is actually a hired killer of the Medellín group." ”

"Waterfack?" Jane burst out in disbelief, "How is it possible, how could the CIA cooperate with the DU Group?" ”

Jack smiled dumbly, "The Medellin Group is no longer the super drug empire that was once so arrogant that it was once invincible, who do you think they are standing behind now?"

Since Pablo Escobar's death, the group has become a dog chained, with the other end of the chain in the hands of Langley (CIA headquarters, CIA). ”

Jian pouted, her expression annoyed, "Is it too late for me to quit now?" ”

Jack rolled his eyes, this girl is not stupid, now she actually knows that she is afraid, but unfortunately it is too late.

"Don't think about it so much, in their eyes, we in the FBI are just a piece of paper to wipe their butts, and the only reason they are willing to bring us is because they need the FBI to sign the final report to confirm the legitimacy of the whole operation, just like before."

He paused, and suggested with a serious expression, "Of course, after this matter is over, you had better apply for a transfer from your current position, the job at the border is not for you, and if you want to pursue a career, there are many better ways." ”

Today's Jane's main focus is to listen to persuasion, whether it is the unexploded bomb before or what she has seen and heard in the past two days, she realizes that even if she goes to the street every day to shootout with the suspect, it is safer than dealing with drug dealers at the border, after all, who doesn't have one or two relatives who they care about?

After the story was told, Jack flattened the empty can in his hand, threw it into the trash, picked Jane up, put it on the washstand, bowed his head and kissed it, this story is not told in vain, it is time to be paid.

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Early the next morning, a group of six Saab Ban drove onto the highway from El Paso to Juarez, and Jack drove at the front of the convoy in the bulletproof version of the Saab Ban that Emily had gotten.

Matt sat in the passenger seat, with Alessandro and Jane in the back seat, and Matt's partner Michael in the back car, in the same car as the two old bailiffs.

Half an hour later, the crossing point was in sight, and there was no need to check the route from the United States to Mexican territory, and a Black Hawk followed until the convoy crossed the bridge and crossed the border point, then turned back.

There was little scenery along the way, a desert dotted with dots of green, some unknown drought-tolerant plants, from Arizona and New Mexico to Texas, and much of the U.S.-Mexico border.

In addition to the highway and the high-voltage pylons along the way, the most striking thing is the long border wall made of four or five meters of barbed wire.

With checkpoints on either side of the border, Jack barely slowed down and made his way into Mexico, barely a kilometre away from the checkpoint when the road suddenly began to jolt.

"Watch your speed." Matt finally spoke, breaking the silence in the car.

In fact, Jack had already reduced his speed to 40 mph without him reminding him that the broken road would knock his head on the roof of the car.

Two police motorcycles whined and sounded their sirens and caught up with the convoy, followed by more than a dozen police convertible pickups that had already stopped on the side of the road and waited, and the dark blue painted police convertible pickup trucks were also pasted up, protecting the entire convoy in the middle.

Jack clicked the brakes lightly, allowing the two pickup trucks to pass him and open the way in front of the front of the car, taking a look at the two-person in the body, wearing black masks, and looking very elite Mexican federal SWAT.

The rear compartment of each blue-and-white police pickup truck is equipped with a stout guardrail with a machine gun mount welded to the guardrail and a M249SAW light machine gun.

At this time, the convoy had already entered the city, and dense buildings began to appear along the way, these dilapidated buildings next to each other, only two or three stories high, with peeling exterior walls, made Jack have the illusion of dreaming back to the nineties of his previous life and coming to the fourth- and fifth-tier small cities of Seris.

(End of chapter)