Seeing the two separated, Matt and Jack stepped forward, Matt's eyes swept over the bucket of pure water that Alessandro was carrying, and couldn't help but smack his tongue, "That's too much, right?" ”

Jack didn't quite know the purpose of his bucket of pure water, but thinking of what Matt said before, he wanted to see the methods of the FBI, and he could probably guess that it was not a good thing, and it should also be a means to extract confessions.

The trio continued down the hallway, and Alejandro said as he walked, "My old friend just told me a rumor that the Sonora Group had dug a new tunnel that was now their main way into Arizona. ”

Matt grinned, "Hopefully Guillermo won't let us down." ”

Coming to the door of a room, Michael's whistle came from inside, Matt shook his head and pushed open the door with a wicked smile.

"Looks like you've poured a belly of water on him, what a demon."

The black hood on Guillermo's face has been removed, and this is a big fat man who weighs more than 250 pounds, and unlike ordinary fat people, this guy has a meaty face and a ponytail that is common to Indians.

The room was empty, except for Guillermo, who was tied to a chair in the middle, and only a table was placed against the wall on the side, on which Michael sat leisurely, and there were already five empty bottles of mineral water on the side.

Jack noticed that although Guillermo posed as a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, when he saw the three of them enter the house, especially Alessandro, his lips trembled visibly and his pupils shrank.

"OK, my job is done, you'll take care of the rest." Michael jumped off the table, clapped his hands lightly, beckoned the other person to leave, and turned off the camera as he left.

Hearing the door close behind him, Matt grinned and approached Guillermo, "I didn't expect us to be able to transport you over, did we?" ”

"I don't speak English." Guillermo shook the flesh off his face, trying to keep his expression of nonchalance as much as possible.

"Coincidentally, I brought two friends with you, and they both happen to speak Spanish."

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Jack and Alessandro, "Which of you comes first?" ”

Jack stepped aside, "I said, I only have one question, so I'll leave it last." ”

Matt walked over to the table, sat down directly, and made a casual gesture, Alessandro put the bucket of pure water in his hand on the ground, approached Guillermo with a blank face, and pressed his knee against his lower abdomen.

"You're going to know what hell the Yankee is like here."

After saying that, as soon as he exerted his strength, Guillermo was poured a stomach full of water, and his bladder, which was already protesting, sent out a feeble wail to his brain.

"Don't, Medellin!"

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Five hours later, as the sun sets, Matt and Alessandro get the answers they want, but Jack gets nothing.

After helping Guillermo remove his disrepaired joint three times, Jack reluctantly confirms that the guy is too low-level to know anything about Ian Doyle.

Leaving the interrogation room, Matt and Alejandro hurried away, they had specific information about the tunnel and needed to find someone to confirm.

The people who were most familiar with the border situation were naturally the smugglers who had gone to great lengths to enter the United States from Mexico, so they also brought Jane with them.

Jane has acquaintances at ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) and is a woman, so she is the best person to communicate with the frightened Mexicans.

After a long night of sleep, Jack, who was alone again, went up to the rooftop, cut off a small part of the burnt part, and lit the unsmoked cigar again, looking at the mountains in the distance.

In the dark night, the nearby city of El Paso, a small city with a population of only a few hundred thousand, is very loosely laid out, and the sporadic street lamps barely outline the outline of the whole city.

Looking at Ciudad Juarez across the river from El Paso, it was bustling with activity, with more than a million people squeezed into the small urban area, and it was already brightly lit at this time, giving people the illusion that it was a prosperous developed country opposite.

Before Jack had even taken two puffs of half a cigar, he heard at least three shootouts in the city in the distance, the sound of gunfire was as clear as it was incomparable, and even tracer bullets from machine guns pierced the night sky.

"Are you watching the fireworks?" Michael's voice came from behind.

Before his words fell, a ball of fire suddenly erupted in the distance, and the huge explosion instantly suffocated the entire Ciudad Juarez, although it was more than ten kilometers away, it was still clearly audible.

Jack didn't look back, the corners of his mouth were slightly imperceptible, "You must have seen this kind of scene a lot when you were in Syria." ”

Michael rubbed his hands together, "Actually, it's okay, most of the time there, I can sleep peacefully at night." ”

He paused, and with some reluctance, handed Jack a flask, "A jug of 'Arak' for one of your Cuban goods." ”

Jack smiled and handed him a cannon, took the wine jug, and unexpectedly found that it was actually a PLA Type 83 kettle, the corners of his eyes twitched, and his face became a little ugly.

"I bought it for a handful of M1911 from a very famous local winemaker, and this 'Arak' made from dates is quite rare."

Michael put the cannon under his nose and sniffed, taking a deep breath like intoxication, it was already completely dark at this point, and he didn't notice Jack's changed micro-expression.

"This flask is very interesting, I've never seen it before." Jack struggled to maintain his expression, and casually unscrewed the lid and sniffed it, instantly filling his nose with a rich aroma of fennel, which was no less than "eaux-de-vie".

"Oh, it was a gift from the winemaker, supposedly from a friend of his Seris, you know, Damascus has been very close to that big country in the East for the last two years."

Jack shrugged, his face returned to normal, jingle the lighter, and lit the cigarette for Michael, who took two puffs in a row, his face full of joy, unaware that the FBI in front of him had just turned a hundred plans in his mind to kill himself.

"That's what happens when you cut off the head of a chicken." Michael sighed as he looked at the chaotic scene in the distance.

Jack's thoughts had just retracted, and his mind turned three times before he understood that this was a leaderless American slang, and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, because they are too close to 'heaven.'"

At the end of the month, I asked for a monthly pass, and I offered a friend's new book.

Fate is over, and I'll draw a tributary for it.

It is said that destiny is indisobedient, so I'm lucky.

"I'll Forge a New Destiny"

(End of chapter)