The departure time was set for 6 o'clock the next morning, and the group had another day to settle down at home and say goodbye to their loved ones, and that afternoon Jack visited Jason Hayes's home, where his wife, Alanna, was in good health and looked quite good.

Maybe it's because I almost lost it, so that someone knows how to cherish it more, although I still have the virtue of being a shopkeeper at home, but as long as my wife has a look, I will obediently accompany her to help.

Seeing Jason clumsily helping out there, Jack and Sonny Quinn, who were sitting on the couch, touched the beer bottle in their hands and looked at each other and smiled.

Like most stable military families, Jason has a house of his own, a pair of well-behaved and sensible children, and a beautiful and virtuous blonde wife who can support everything when he is on a mission.

If anything, the Jason family paid off their mortgage early and saved enough money for their two children's education thanks to the fact that the Jason family had come out of nowhere.

Alanna's cooking skills weren't great, but she managed to feed three pot-bellied men, and when she saw Jason pull out a black hooded jumper from her closet, the blonde wife's eyes lit up with suspicion.

"We're just going to the bar for a little bit and we'll be back soon, and the guys are all waiting there." Jason hugged his wife and kissed him, acting as if nothing had happened.

Alana stared into his eyes for a long time, still a little uneasy, and told him to go home early, and then let go of his neck.

Leaving Jason's house, deputy Ray Perry was already waiting outside in an old Ford pickup truck, and several big men pulled the door to get into the car, squeezing the back seat to the brim.

Jack pulled out a black hoodie from his duffel bag under the passenger seat, turned to Ray Perry, and said, "I think Alana sensed something." ”

Without waiting for Ray Perry in the driver's seat to speak, Sonny Quinn, who was squeezed in the back seat with Jason, pouted disdainfully, "Jason has never been able to hide anything from Alanna, nothing has happened, except for those missions we have performed, he has no secrets in front of Alanna. ”

"Hey, what are you talking nonsense?" Annoyed, Jason slapped him on the back of the head, and the two big men, who combined for more than 500 pounds, started to move in the back seat.

Ray Perry, who was driving, was a little worried that his car would be dismantled by these two goods, so he hurriedly interrupted, "Don't make a fuss, Clay has been staring at that kid all night, let's hurry over and end this matter." ”

Jack followed them to do "bad things", the black boy who almost killed Alanna was the boss of a small local gang, which can be called a bad record, thanks to the radical criminal justice reform of a certain party, this guy has just been imprisoned on the front foot, and he was released on bail on the back foot.

The seals were about to explode their lungs after knowing about this, before Jason's wife was recuperating at home, and he ran at home and at the base, and it was inconvenient to do something, and now that his wife is fully recovered, Team B will go to Mexico tomorrow, so naturally this matter will be solved tonight.

Half an hour later, the Ford pickup truck stopped outside a bar, and Clay Spencer, also wearing a dark hoodie and a hat over his head, sneaked out of the side of the road and squeezed into the back seat with great difficulty.

"I asked a friend about it, that bastard named Marcus haunts here every Wednesday, and his two henchmen are peddling small pills inside, and I watched them go in, and they squatted outside for two hours, and they should be coming out soon."

After he finished speaking, everyone in the car looked at Jack in the passenger seat, which made him stunned, "Huh? Why do you look at me like that? ”

Jason and vice-captain Ray Perry said in unison, "Of course, it's waiting for you to plan how to do it." ”

"Only you know how to do this kind of thing without leaving a trace."

Jack was dumbfounded, that's why these guys had to pull themselves up, right?

"But I'm the FBI!"

"Less nonsense, the federal police are also strips, and we don't want to be approached by the gendarmes afterwards." Jason was impatient.

"Fakyu, you shit." After following these stinky soldiers for a long time, Jack also has a tendency to use swear words as a mantra.

Scolding and scolding, he still took out a telescope that had been prepared a long time ago, and while observing the surrounding terrain, he pondered how to do it conveniently.

"That little alley next to it is good, wait a minute, you guys will ambush inside, I'll pretend to buy contraband, trick them over, and then just." Jack made a downward cut gesture.

"OK, listen to you." Ray Perry was about to start the pickup again, but Jack held him down.

"There is a camera at the door of the bar, although I don't know if it's good or bad, but it's best not to pass in front of the door, you get out of the car and change the license plate first, go around the street from the back to the other end of the alley, reverse in, we can retreat directly after we move."

After saying that, Jack got out of the car first, put the hood on his head, shook his legs like a thug, and walked towards the bar.

"Professional, worthy of a strip." Ray Perry gave him a thumbs up.

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"Bang!"

"Bang!"

In the quiet of the night, in the dark alleys, there was a cordial greeting between the fist and the flesh, followed by a muffled cry that was blocked in the throat.

"Click!" There were several tooth-aching fractures, followed by a few feeble hums, which gradually fell silent.

The one-sided assault, which lasted less than ten minutes, ended, and with a sharp squeak of tires rubbing against the ground, a pickup truck sped off the alley, its red taillights flashing in the night.

Beating up a few thugs and breaking their hands and feet is not even a warm-up for a few seals, but it seems more exciting for them to do this kind of thing at home than to be unscrupulous overseas.

When Ray Perry drove some distance, a few guys couldn't help but howl wolf.

"Jack, what was your last move? That bastard isn't going to die, is he? Jason asked, a little worried.

He had planned to break the hands and feet of the guys and teach them a lesson, but before leaving, he saw Jack press the back of the neck of the black boy named Marcus, who was still struggling there like a fish out of water.

"Cervical dislocation, I destroyed part of his nerves, so that this guy can only lie in bed for the rest of his life, and he can no longer go out to harm people."

Jack said a creepy sentence lightly.

"Uh, isn't that going to be too heavy?" Clay Spencer was silent for a long time, and said in a cowardly tone.

The seals were silent for a moment, don't look at them killing people one by one, but they were on a mission, and when they returned home to rest, they looked like good boys more than the other.

Even when they encounter some trouble, as long as they don't involve their families, they usually choose to swallow their anger, or choose to have the official intervene, for fear that they will fight back directly and get killed.

Often, as part of the state's apparatus of violence, these people know better than anyone how vulnerable individual power can be against this apparatus of violence.

Of course, that's just the usual situation, the rabbit that is forced to bite is still biting, and the special forces who are being forced to be urgent, uh.

"You don't think it's over just by breaking these guys' hands and feet, do you?" Jack stopped the GIs with a word.

"Or else? They don't know who did it. "Jason really doesn't know this, there are almost two worlds in the barracks and outside the barracks.

Although their homes are outside the barracks, their families usually form a relatively fixed social circle, and this circle is basically limited to military families and military families.

The SEAL Six still have secrecy and discipline, and their neighbors know that they are military at most, but they never know which unit they play in.

This is one of the reasons why many federal veterans have a hard time readjusting to society, and of course there are many other factors, and careful study is enough for Jack to submit a dozen social psychology papers to his Professor Maureen.

"Although Marcus is only the leader of a small gang, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not come to your family after he recovers.

If he finds out that it's not someone from a rival gang who is dealing with him, who do you think he will find in the first place? This kind of thing doesn't need evidence for gang members, just suspicion is enough. ”

Jack silenced everyone with a word, and seeing that no one answered, he felt the need to warn the stupid GIs further.

If it was the kind of miscellaneous things that wantonly attacked civilians in a foreign country in his previous life, he didn't bother to deal with it at all, but after all, the members of Team B were the best examples of this world, and Jack felt that there was no need to let them live too sadly.

"No matter what trouble you have outside the barracks, remember to think of me as a friend in the FBI at the first time, don't think you can handle everything, the rules outside the barracks are completely different from the ones you are familiar with, you might as well give me a call before you feel like things are going to mess up."

"You too, man." Jason patted Jack gratefully on the shoulder, "If there's anything you need our help with in the future, just ask." ”

(End of chapter)