Jack glanced at the time, it was only 8 o'clock in the evening, and there was more than enough time.

A short time later, Jack turned onto Route 17 at Alejandro's prompting, and the police car raced at a dangerous speed of more than 90 miles (145 kilometers) per hour in the dark night.

Jack's perception is fully open, and this is the first time he has driven at night on a highway without street lights at this speed after his small driving skills have risen to the master level.

Alessandro in the back seat subconsciously put on his seat belt, hesitated for a long time, and then said, "We can definitely catch up, there is no need to drive so fast." ”

"It's not a big problem, the quality of this highway is better than any road I've ever driven in California."

Jack shrugged his shoulders indifferently, with the double bonus of skills and attributes, he didn't dare to say that he could learn from those "fast family heroes" to play the operation that could make Old Man Newton lift the coffin board, but with one hand holding his chin to deliver a tofu or something down the mountain, there would definitely be no problem.

"Because the border highways in these remote areas were built by those DU trafficking groups, in order to facilitate the transportation of drugs."

Alessandro's answer did not surprise Jack, just as the Medellín group, which now lives, in the most glorious years of the 80s of the last century, Pablo Escobar relied on the huge amount of money obtained by selling DU,

For his hometown of Nvigado, he donated money to build 32 kindergartens, 23 primary schools, 11 private secondary schools, 7 public secondary schools, 4 vocational evening schools and 2 universities.

In Medellín, where the group is located, the "Pablo Community" has been built throughout the city, completely eliminating cardboard slums, as well as countless volleyball courts, basketball courts, football fields, parks and hospitals.

It is quite ironic that in this land where there is no light to see, white powder has become the only hope for the poor.

Previously, Michael said that it would take at least 20 minutes to catch up with Diaz, in fact, it took Jack less than 15 minutes to see the taillights of the black Mercedes, this guy seems to like Mercedes, driving the same style on both sides.

"Is that him? The license plate number RIN31B7. "There are no other vehicles on the secluded road," Jack asked in the channel.

"That's right, we've been keeping an eye on him." Michael replied.

Jack directly turned on the police lights, sounded the siren, and turned on the headlights again.

The Mercedes turned on the red brake lights and slowly stopped to the side of the road, Jack looked back at Alessandro, whether he was a pistol or HK417, it was a large-caliber ammunition, and if he shot it, he would die, so he could only look at him.

The latter nodded slightly, indicating that there was no problem, Jack adjusted his police uniform, turned on the loudspeaker, and shouted in Spanish, "Mercedes driver in front, get out of the car immediately." ”

Seeing that the other party did not move, Jack repeated again in an arrogant tone, "Get out of the car, bastard!" ”

The door finally opened slowly, and Diaz, dressed in a high-end casual suit, swaggered down the station to the back of the car, facing the police car in front of him, and his tone was more arrogant than Jack's.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Aim point." Jack muttered under his breath, opened the door and got out of the car, standing at the front of the car.

Diaz couldn't open his eyes from the headlights, squinted and raised his hand to block it, trying to see the appearance of the daring policeman in front of him, and at the same time shouted loudly, "You dare to stop me? Don't want to live anymore? ”

“BIU！” With a soft thud, a flower of blood bloomed on his left calf, and at the same time, Jack stepped forward with an arrow and kicked away the pistol he was struggling to pull from his waist.

"Get down!" Still struggling, Diaz was stomped on his back by a big foot and couldn't move, and the guy hadn't figured out the situation yet, shouting that I was the leader of Sonora.

"Of course I know who you are, Manuel Diaz, you bastard." Alejandro stepped forward with an MP5 submachine gun with a silencer, stomped on his face, twisted from side to side, and swallowed back the rest of his words.

"Now, you're going to take me to your boss, and if you dare to act rashly, there will be 20 who will come to your door and take turns serving your three daughters who have left in Phoenix."

When Diaz heard his voice, his face, which was still smiling, instantly lost blood, "It's you"

Watching Alejandro escort him to the Mercedes, Jack returned to the police car, drove the police car off the highway, parked in the field on the side, turned off the car and pulled out the car keys.

Then he took out the phone that had been hidden inside from the compartment of his backpack and sent a message to Justin, "Follow me." ”

Hiding his phone again, he picked up his backpack and was about to get out of the car, but he accidentally saw a photo on the driver's platform, on which was a family photo of a family of three.

The boy in the photo looks to be no more than seven or eight years old, with a soccer ball under his feet, revealing a missing front tooth, and an innocent smile that is incomparably bright.

Jack sighed silently, took the photo in his arms, got out of the car and ran a few steps, and got into the back seat of the Mercedes.

The advantage of driving an automatic car is that it doesn't require a left leg, and after putting a tourniquet on himself, Diaz gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, and drove on.

An hour later, Mercedes-Benz turned onto a private road that was wider and smoother than the main road, slowly slowed down and stopped, and a bodyguard with AK on his chest stepped forward and shone the driver's seat with a flashlight.

"I'm Manuel Diaz." Diaz, who was a little pale, said with a trembling lip.

"Of course I know who you are." The bodyguard didn't see anything unusual, picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "It's Manuel, it's safe, let it go." ”

The moment he put down the walkie-talkie, a "BIU" shot rang out, and Alejandro, who was hiding in the back seat, shot him in the head.

The trunk of the Mercedes-Benz opened automatically, and Jack, who was hiding inside, got out of the car, confirmed that there was no one around, turned off the flashlight and walkie-talkie, stuffed it into the pocket of the corpse, and dragged it into the security room on the side, and then his figure flashed and disappeared into the darkness.

The Mercedes Benz started again, and a few minutes later, a splendid luxury villa in the style of a classical palace appeared in front of him, the Mercedes Benz slowly stopped, and as the two huge iron doors slowly opened, three heavily armed bodyguards greeted him.

"Mr. Diaz?" Seeing that Mercedes was stopping at the door and did not move, the three bodyguards stepped forward in confusion.

I saw Diaz in the driver's seat clutching his throat, blood constantly flowing down between his fingers.

“BIU！ BIU！ BIU！ "The faint sound of gunfire rang out continuously, and bullets came from the front and back, instantly knocking the three bodyguards to the ground.

The next moment, Alessandro peeked out from the back of the car, and Jack walked out of the flower bed inside the fence with his HK417.

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(End of chapter)