Jack didn't know what kind of bloodshed the Mexican side would cause over the money, but Matt's plan worked.

Two days later, one afternoon, when Jack and Jane stepped into the auditorium again, it had been reconfigured as a makeshift command center, and several technicians in army uniforms were busy in front of screens.

"The IRS move has worked, and Manuel Diaz is being recalled to Mexico."

On the screen, a tall and thin middle-aged man is getting into a high-end Mercedes-Benz, this is a drone perspective, and Jack notices that on the other screen, it should be a satellite perspective, is always staring at a broken car in the uninhabited wilderness, which is the entrance to the tunnel.

I haven't seen him for a few days, Alessandro looks a little more vicissitudes, his eyes are red, his beard and sideburns are connected, and his body also exudes an indescribable smell.

In order to completely control Diaz's whereabouts, DEA undercover agents, army drones, satellites in the sky, and some unknown surveillance methods of the CIA have been used.

This kind of thing the FBI can't intervene in, although the monitoring target is in China, but because a lot of CIA resources were used during the period, Jack and Jane consciously stayed away from this small auditorium for the past two days.

Alessandro seems to be more interested in the job than Matt, who occasionally gets tired of it and runs out to find Jack and Jane for a cigarette and a drink.

Then a serious suggestion to Jack, who was leisurely barbecuing on the rooftop, could come to the CIA to apply if the FBI didn't want to do it one day, and he didn't dare to pack a ticket as an agent, but it was absolutely no problem to be a chef at Langley headquarters.

Matt walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Leave it to me to confirm, go get some rest and take a hot shower." ”

Although Alessandro looked tired, he had a rare smile on his face.

"So, it's tonight?" Jack is also relieved, don't look at him these days, he seems to be relaxed, but in fact, he has been preparing in secret, and now it is finally time to see the real chapter.

Matt slapped his face, waited for the Deltas who were farting and chatting on the sidelines to look at him, and then motioned for Michael, who appeared at some point, to come forward and speak.

Michael, who mysteriously disappeared for a few days, reappeared with a large box of premium goods, GPVNG18 ranging from this fusion-enhanced quad-eye night vision device to Peltor Comtac's communication noise-cancelling headphones.

"Okay, let's make our actions clear, let's drive to our destination, and then walk forward, here's a map."

He said as he handed out the materials in his hand to everyone, "This map is based on the tunnels found in other areas, and it is only for reference, and it is not accurate."

On the Mexican side, there will be a staging area, and then there will be another passage leading to the large warehouse, as well as the path to the main road.

Your mission is to sweep up drug traffickers, pay special attention to the fact that the other party will use the local police car to transport drugs, if you see someone in uniform, don't hesitate to treat them as enemies. ”

At this point, he paused and turned to look at Matt, "What are the rules of engagement?" ”

"Free fire." The latter said these two words with a bloody smell lightly, and the so-called free fire translates to killing.

Michael seemed to be unaware, and his tone was still relaxed, "OK, the rules of engagement are free fire, we have to fast in and out, and cover for the infiltrators, so the movement after the operation starts must be large." ”

"Yes, the movement is going to be as big as a National Day fireworks, guys." Matt picked up the conversation and emphasized it again, and as he slapped his hands again, the Delta team members took their night vision devices and communicators and left to prepare.

"Confirm, Diaz has set off and is heading southeast, and there is about 1 hour to go to the tunnel entrance." An Army technician put down his headset and said loudly.

"OK, you guys go get ready, we'll leave in 40 minutes." Matt looked up at the time and said to Jack and Jane.

Jack took the night vision goggles, communication headsets, and IR logo for night identification from Michael, but didn't move where he was, but looked at Matt with a smile.

"Any questions? When the time comes, you FBI will just follow Delta. Matt looked confused.

Gou came over to rub his meat every day to eat, but pretended to be stupid and stunned at the critical time, and Jack stared at this guy without blinking, until he touched his nose with a bit of weakness.

"Are you sure you want to sneak in with Alessandro? He doesn't plan to come back alive, and there's no way we're going to go deep into Mexico to rescue you, that would cause you a lot of trouble. ”

"Then I won't bother you, I'll figure it out myself." Jack didn't intend to listen to him continue to flicker, and turned around to leave.

"OK, OK, I've talked to Alessandro, he'll take you with him." Matt raised his hands in surrender, but then pointed at Jane.

"But your girl must come with us."

"Of course, that's why she's been here."

Jack raised his hand to stop Jane, who wanted to stop talking, what was going to happen later was too dangerous for her to participate in, and let her follow the Delta operation, just to make the whole thing look like an ordinary operation to eliminate the secret transportation tunnels of the DU traffickers.

Half an hour later, the heavily armed group of people got into three Saab classes, and along the way Matt kept making phone calls to confirm the whereabouts of Diaz, who had been driving alone in a hurry, and was now almost in the small town of Nogalis.

Without saying a word, the team headed in the same direction from another road, with drones on the other side of the tunnel, and the operation began as soon as it was confirmed that Diaz had entered Mexico through the tunnel.

An hour later, the sun had completely submerged into the horizon, and the three Saabbans stopped about a kilometer away from the broken car covering the entrance to the tunnel, and everyone got out of the car.

"Check your gear!"

"Thermal imaging OK!"

"Night vision ready!"

"Communication OK!"

Unlike the rest of the team members who wore desert camouflage, Alessandro, who had cleaned himself up, changed into a black special night suit, and wore a black hood similar to a diving suit, which looked unique.

Jack didn't have such professional clothes, just changed into a dark T-shirt and jeans, and the carrying gear was also a black FBI-SWAT suit, and the actual effect was not much different.

The FBI's Glock pistol was left in Los Angeles by him, and he brought two high-powered pistols with him this time, and the spare gun FK7.5 was still a spare gun, and he was staying in the armpit holster at the moment.

The other one was given to him by the seal, the MK24 with the gold anchor logo, which is now inserted into the quick-pull holster on the right thigh.

The main weapon is still the previous 16-inch barrel HK417, strictly speaking, he should change to a micro punch similar to Alessandro, so that it is more convenient to move,

But for the sake of the later tasks, he not only pressed the long silencer, but also pressed a night vision device in front of the scope.

All wore the same Pro-Tec tactical helmet, with night vision devices on the front and an infrared strobe light on the back of their head for night identification.

This helmet is made of engineering plastic, which does not play a bulletproof role, but it is light and breathable, which is very suitable for drilling tunnels.

After everything was ready, the sun had completely sunset into the horizon, and the original gorgeous sunset disappeared, leaving only a faint afterglow, and everyone present turned into black silhouettes.

It's the end of the month, ask for a monthly pass.

(End of chapter)