"Jack!" Jane, who was beside Jack, let out an exclamation and turned to the left to shoot at him.

"Bang! Bang! Jack turned his head and followed up with two shots, and more than ten meters away, a man wearing a black skull scarf and wearing a Mexican federal SWAT uniform, trying to sneak up on everyone, fell in a pool of blood.

"Evacuate, retreat!" Matt shouted loudly as he alternated with his teammates to cover the retreat, "The road is open, get in the car!" ”

Jack turned off the safe, flicked the gun back, pulled the door back to the driver's seat, lowered the handbrake and slowly started the car.

"I'm not. Am I?" Jane stammered a little as she returned to the car.

"Well done!" At this time, even if you kill the wrong Jack, you just don't see it, not to mention that the person just now really pointed a gun at him.

"Gone! Let's go! Alejandro did not return to the car, but took the initiative to go to the last Saabban and sat in the open trunk after it was interrupted.

"It's going to make headlines in the national newspapers, right?" Someone in the communication channel shouted.

Matt scoffed, "No, no, not even in the local newspaper in El Paso." ”

Jack noticed that in the cars on both sides of the road, the passenger driver did not abandon the car and run away with shouting, but was very experienced in the car and bent down, and a few brave ones probed their brains there, but none of them dared to take out their mobile phones to take pictures secretly.

After the broken down vehicles blocking the road were removed, all the transit vehicles that were blocking the Saabban convoy were cleared until the last vehicle in the convoy entered the United States.

The Black Hawk reappeared over the convoy, and as soon as it crossed the border, several Raptor F150s followed, the Texas Rangers in the police car, and Walker waved at Jack.

They really didn't go to Laredo to wait, it seems that it has been arranged in private, Jack quietly glanced at Matt who had regained his relaxed demeanor next to him, no wonder Rosie asked herself to be careful of this guy, this heart is probably more than everyone here combined.

After that, the journey was not thrilling, and the convoy returned to the military base where it had set off very smoothly, and the two old bailiffs got out of the car and escorted Guillermo, who was still covered with a black cloth on his head, into the building.

"You two have refreshed my perception of FBI agents." After Matt got out of the car, he said this to Jack and Jane, which was a compliment in disguise.

Jane's face was still a little ugly, this was a complete military operation, and she was quite uncomfortable with the principle of minimum force to deal with criminals.

Jack handed over his HK417, patted her on the shoulder, whispered a few words in her ear, and suggested that she go back to the dorm to rest, because what was going to happen next would be even more difficult for her to accept.

"So, do you want to come along?" Matt looked back at Jack, who was following him, and asked knowingly.

Jack shrugged, "If it's inconvenient, I can wait until you're done asking before I go in, you know, I only have one question." ”

Matt tilted his head slightly, looking nonchalant, "Let's go together, let me see how you FBI make people speak, but wait a while, the two bailiffs still have some procedures to go." ”

"Let's get one first?" Jack pulled out two cannons and handed one to him.

Matt took it and sniffed it, then looked at it again, "Wow, Cuban goods?" I'm getting more and more fond of you, young man. ”

The two men sat casually on the floor, leaning against the steps of the doorway and spitting out the mist.

"You know what? Actually, we have a mutual friend. After a while, Matt suddenly spoke quietly.

"Who?" Jack subconsciously turned his head, but didn't get the answer he wanted.

His mind was racing, this guy was a CIA, he had been active abroad, and he didn't seem to have any acquaintances abroad.

Having ruled out all impossible answers, Jack tentatively spat out a name based on years of knowledge of the behavior of this stitching monster world, "John Reese?" ”

(Note: Uncle Li in "Suspect Tracking" that appeared before is also CIA)

Matt laughed, "I knew you could guess." ”

Sure enough, it is the law of mutual attraction of the protagonists, Jack is a little speechless, he is sure that Matt's face has not appeared in the drama "Suspect Tracking".

Based on his previous experience, the protagonists in the different works in this seam-itched world often seem to come together inexplicably, such as who knows why Old Hunter knew the bald Frank.

"We've only dealt with each other twice, so we don't know each other too well, is he okay?" Although he didn't have much contact with Reese, this character was something he liked back then, but considering Reese's personality before the official plot began, Jack didn't really think that he would be his friend.

"He's dead." Matt's words made Jack's heart startled, and then he tightened again, and the alarm bell sounded in his mind, something was wrong, this guy was not playing with himself, but talking.

Jack deliberately put on a shocked expression, "Waterfack? How is this possible? ”

Before the original plot of "Suspect Tracking" began, Reese escaped from the CIA by faking his death, so of course Jack wouldn't really think that Reeser was dead, but what was the purpose of Matt telling himself about this?

"What the hell happened to him?" Jack asked, as if he really didn't know anything about it.

"I don't know, I just heard some wind, and then there was an extra star on the wall of the headquarters, and I wasn't even sure if it was him."

Matt kept his head down, as if he was simply stating something, not staring at himself as Jack had guessed, observing his reaction to hearing the news.

The CIA's headquarters in Langley has a Vermont marble memorial wall, and a black star is added to the wall every time an agent dies during a mission.

But Jack didn't dare to be careless, including Reese, he had no trust in the CIA gang at all, let alone the guy in front of him with 800 hearts.

"Uh, so you just told me about your internal affairs, is it really okay?" Jack couldn't help it after all, and asked more tentatively.

When Matt raised his head, he had already regained his previous demeanor, "Who cares, no one even knows his real name, I only heard your name twice when I was drinking with him, and then I remembered it." ”

He stood up and looked up at the time, carefully extinguished the cannon that had only burned a third of it, and stuffed it into his breast pocket, "It's almost time, let's go in." ”

Jack also extinguished his cigar, put it in the humidor, and followed him into the building.

I hope I'm just thinking too much, this CIA deal is really scary, I hope I can find out Ian Doyle sooner and get away from these dangerous guys.

Jack is not afraid of any physical threats, but he hates being forced out of his comfort zone very much, and he is very satisfied with his life in the FBI, and he will be the first to snuff out any signs that may threaten this life.

This is also the real reason why he did not hesitate to risk his life and traveled thousands of miles to hunt down Ian Doyle alone.

When the two came to a halt in the hallway, they saw Alessandro carrying a heavy bucket of water in his hand, chatting quietly in Spanish with a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes with obvious Indian ancestry.

The middle-aged man wore a visitor's card on his chest, and he didn't look like an American, but Jack slightly raised his senses, and the conversation between the two sides was in his ears.

The middle-aged man, who appears to be an old friend of Alessandro's and is supposed to be a federal prosecutor in Mexico, is overheard by Jack apologizing to the other party for the previous attack, saying that he can only control what he can control.

Alessandro had apparently seen Matt and Jack and quickly ended the conversation, only to raise his voice slightly before the middle-aged man said goodbye, still speaking in Spanish.

"It's really nice to see that you're still fighting."

The middle-aged man put his right hand on his heart, his lips trembling slightly, "I feel very sorry for what happened to you." ”

After speaking, he patted Alessandro's shoulder vigorously and said solemnly, "Take care." ”

(End of chapter)