"Waterfack?" Jack and Jane, who had just closed the door, were stunned, suspecting that they had misheard.

"Yes, he wants to marry me to Juan 'Scimitar' the boss of the Matamoros gang." Isabel raised her head and took a deep breath, trying to stop her tears.

Well, Jack fully understands why Isabel wants to join the WPP and has to find a way to run away in exchange for herself.

He has seen the photos of "Machete" Juan on the data, and he can't say that he is exactly the same as the Hollywood villain professional Danny Tejo, but it can only be said that it is better.

With a horizontal face and potholes and scars that seem to be different from the surface of the moon, as the leader of the DU group, he can only be regarded as secondary, and the most important thing is his age.

If Jack remembers correctly, Juan "Machete" seems to be a few years older than Isabel's father, Carlos Sr., and will be 60 this year.

A sixty-year-old guy marrying a sixteen-year-old girl is really enviable. Spitned, Jack thought of Michael, who had lamented Isabel's beautiful life before, or dress him up and send him to "Machete" Juan.

"So, your father came to pick you up today, not to celebrate your birthday, but to take you to meet the boss of the Matamoros gang?" After listening to her story, Jane hugged Isabel distressedly.

Strictly speaking, Isabel is also a victim, according to her, she and little Carlos are half-brothers and sisters, and there is no relationship to talk about, as for old Carlos, there is more only hatred.

When Isabel's mother was a local beauty queen, she became Carlos Sr.'s concubine before she became famous, and when she was ten years old, her mother had an affair with one of Carlos Sr.'s bodyguards and wanted to elope with her daughter to leave Mexico.

Of course, they failed, and in the end, Isabel's mother and the bodyguard both died under the guns of old Carlos, and this scene was witnessed by the young Isabel, and the seeds of hatred were planted in her heart.

Belch. It's a bit bloody, and Jack is skeptical about it for the time being, a little unsure if this little girl is fooling herself by watching a bloody drama of Mexican specialties.

But if her claim is true, then Matt's plan will be carried out as planned, except that the bait needs to be changed, and Isabel will be replaced by Carlos Sr.

According to the current situation, the disappearance of Carlos Sr. is absolutely good news for little La Carlos, and you can imagine how fierce his reaction will be when he knows that his good life will end in a few days.

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Matt didn't expect that he and Alejandro couldn't get much out of old Carlos's mouth after waterboarding, but Jack's side made progress first.

It's not that waterboarding doesn't work, it's just that they don't know what specific questions to ask, but there is a lot of evidence on the sale of DU, but since they have already done "dirty work", it doesn't matter if the evidence is not evidence.

Throw people directly at Guantanamo, and no one will take care of them until they die, and there will be all kinds of overseas "black prisons" and even those water prisons that are forever floating on the high seas.

But Matt is a little more "black" than Jack imagined.

"It's not enough to put old Carlos back, that little girl has to be with you too."

"Why?" Jack struggled to maintain his facial expression, not wanting to reveal his inner emotions.

"We don't know much about Juan the 'scimitar' of the Matamoros gang, and if Carlos Sr. can't convince him to help him 'quell the rebellion', that girl is a big bargaining chip."

Matt analyzed very coldly.

"She's only sixteen." Without waiting for Jack to speak, Alessandro, who was standing aside and never participated in the discussion, interjected with a gloomy face.

"We're just sending her back, it's not us who really decides her fate, are we?" Matt waved his hand unquestioningly.

Seeing what Alejandro wanted to say, Jack spoke first, "When the time comes, leave a drone above my head, this time I will stay, and Ian Doyle is likely to appear." ”

Matt squinted slightly, looking a little surprised, "You're just an FBI, you know what it means to be in that kind of place alone." ”

Jack is really not a willful person, and is willing to risk his life for the sake of the daughter of a DU owl he has just knew, and he has confirmed with Isabel Doyle's photo that this person is indeed often next to her brother Carlos Jr.

Whether Carlos Jr. wants to kill his own father directly, or wants to kill someone with a knife, or frame the Matamoros Gang, it will definitely need to send strong men, and Doyle is very likely to be involved.

And for Matt, he also needs someone to stay willingly, because, as Jack says at the moment, "You're going to have to keep someone anyway, don't you?" If Carlos Jr. hadn't made a move, Carlos Sr. would have died on the territory of the Matamoros Gang. ”

Matt thought for a moment and shrugged indifferently, "OK, I'll set up a few evacuation points nearby, and I'll give you the coordinates when the time comes, good luck." ”

After spending a day confirming that Isabel's information was true, Matt set the time for the third morning.

Jack and Jane took the little girl to Corpus Christie Air Force Base early in the morning, and the escort consisted of three military Humvees and the bulletproof Saab class, and when they entered the Mexican territory, they would be joined by a convoy of Mexican federal special police officers to accompany them.

The handover took place at a federal police station in the small Mexican city of Montes, deep in the territory of the Matamoros gang.

After Carlos Jr. gets the news, he may be able to send elite men to infiltrate it, but it will not be so easy to come up with it after they have done it.

Isabel was reluctant to learn that she would be sent back to Mexico, and when she saw old Carlos in a black hood, she was furious like a little wild cat, and Jack had no choice but to tie her hands in plastic handcuffs.

"Let's divide the father and daughter into two cars." Matt rolled his eyes, spoke a rare word, and took Carlos Sr. and shoved him into the Humvee in front of him.

"Be honest." Jack pressed the little wildcat's head, put body armor on her, inserted bulletproof plates in the front and back, and then got her into the passenger seat of Saabban, and unexpectedly, Alejandro sat in the back seat of his car without a sound holding a UMP45.

Jack checked the equipment in the back seat of the car, this time he brought everything he could, and specially prepared two more sets of clothes and a few water bottles, although he is now superhuman, but it is also a death to die without water for a long time.

As the convoy drove out of the base, Jack's Saabban was sandwiched in the middle, the penultimate in line, which seemed a little discordant compared to the low-profile military Humvee.

An hour later, the convoy crossed the border, and the Mexican federal special police car, which had been waiting at the crossing point, joined the escort in a formation of three and four.

Like last time, four of these police cars were pickup trucks with machine guns, and the rest were ordinary police cars, but this time the road was much easier to walk than the last time, the road was not wide, just a two-way single lane, but at least it was not so bumpy.

"It's a good day, it's a good day to travel." Matt seems to be in a good mood and chats loudly with Michael in the channel.

Jack looked around, the Gobi terrain of the flat river, the yellow sand was all over the sky, and the weather was good.

"You're a liar, you're not a cop at all!" Isabel finally couldn't help it and yelled.

"No, the FBI is also a police officer, and I'm a federal agent." Jack retorted with a smile.

"Just tell her that we saved her, let her sit in peace, and be grateful." Matt said loudly in the headset.

Jack rolled his eyes silently and said nothing, although without their appearance, this girl's fate might still be so unfortunate, but since he gave people hope, and cut off this hope, he was a little unhuman.

"Watch out for Oscar 1, half a mile ahead of the asphalt to the end." Suddenly an announcement came from the communications channel, a voice from the operations center, and a surveillance team was monitoring the situation around the convoy through attack drones in the sky.

"Repeat, what do you mean?" Matt asked out loud as if he didn't hear clearly.

"Half a mile ahead of the asphalt road to the end." The monitoring team repeated.

"Fack, there's no job that's easy to do." Michael, who drove Matt, complained loudly.

At the same time, Jack had already turned on the inner circulation of the air conditioner, and the next moment, the smoke and dust outside were everywhere, and the vision became blurred.

(End of chapter)