Just after 10 a.m., a C130 transport plane landed in Mexico City, Mexico's largest city and the country's capital, in a military base on the outskirts of the city.

Jason Hayes led the way through the cargo hatch at the rear of the fuselage, followed by a group of plainclothes SEALs, members of the logistics support team, and two intelligence officers and liaison officers from the CIA and FBI, Mandy Ellis and Jack.

Of course, the dog Cerberus is among them.

Mexico City has a temperate grassland climate, and is located in a valley in the south-central highlands of Mexico, the climate is extremely comfortable, somewhat similar to the famous spring city of Kunming in southwest China, where the temperature is maintained at about 18-20 degrees Celsius all year round.

Every year from June to October, which is the rainy season in Mexico City, a shower has just stopped when the plane lands, and the slightly harsh sunlight shines through the clouds, gilding everything around it with a layer of gold.

Jack pushed the polarizer on the bridge of his nose, and unsurprisingly saw two armed pickup trucks with machine guns, which didn't make a good impression on him last time.

There was no standing water on the ground, and the evaporated water vapor on the airport runway carried an earthy smell, mixed with the smell of burnt rubber left by the airplane tires when they hit the ground, the smell of engine oil, and all kinds of strange smells, rushing into the nasal cavity together, and there was an indescribable irritation.

A Latino sister who looks like Mandy Ellis and is half a pound or two, but has an extremely hot body, is in her 30s, with slightly messy half-length black hair, and also wears sunglasses.

She only wore a long-sleeved T-shirt, a bulletproof vest on the outside, and even a bulletproof insert, the reason why she is hot is because from the side, the cushioning layer behind the bulletproof insert is extremely high, and the performance must be excellent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Rita Alfaro, my liaison to the Mexican Intelligence Agency, and she will be in charge of our liaison with the Mexican side."

"Bienvenidos (welcome)." Rita Alfaro nodded to the crowd, greeted them in Spanish, and switched to fluent English.

"On behalf of CISEN (the Mexican Center for Investigation and Security), I would like to welcome you and hope that we will have a good time working together in the future."

"Is it necessary to be so mobilized? I thought it was going to be a low-key operation. After the introductions, Jason Hayes asked, a little puzzled by the Mexicans' battle of the enemy.

In addition to the armed pickup truck with machine guns in the vicinity, there were two Humvees not far away, as well as two Saab Bans, which were supposed to be used for all of them.

Rita Alfaro took off her sunglasses and looked behind her eyes with a reasonable expression, "We don't want any accidents on the road, you'd better bring your weapons before you go." ”

The seals looked at each other, giving the illusion that they would be deployed to Afghanistan or Syria again.

"If you knew what I was through here last time, I wouldn't have that on my face." Jack said, glancing at the armed pickups.

Packed hours earlier, the weapon case that had just been pulled out of the cargo hold was reopened, and Jack put on body armor, plugged in the bulletproof plate, and took out a HK416D assault rifle with a 10.5-inch barrel.

Maybe ordinary seals still need to pay for some customized equipment, but Team B, one of the six seals, never needs it, even if it is a GPNVG18 quadrucular night vision device with a unit price of $65,000, it is also a set of people.

Jack was asked to be part of the operation this time, and naturally enjoyed this treatment, with a single assault rifle, a Unity TacticalMicro Fusion Hub 2 combo kit with mechanical sights and flank-mounted accessories, EOTECH EXPS-3 holographic sights, AN/PEQ15 laser/illuminator, Magpul RVG vertical grip, and Surefire SOCOM 2 silencer.

In addition to the Sonny-specific MK46 Mod 1 light machine gun and the mission-specific M240B general-purpose machine gun, the rest have their own M110 SASS sniper rifle, AX338 sniper rifle, 14.5-inch full-barreled HK416, MP7A1 submachine gun, and more.

Of course, there is no need to be fully armed now, and after a while, everyone has a short-barreled HK416D assault rifle, and a few magazines are ready to get into the car.

In addition to weapons and ammunition, they also have a complete set of communication equipment sufficient to set up a temporary command center, and the two Saab Bans will definitely not be able to fit them, and they can only use trucks to transport these hundreds of large and small boxes.

"Being in one of the biggest cities in the world in broad daylight, and they're seriously thinking about being attacked, why don't I think that's a good start, man?"

Deputy team Ray Perry opened the door of the Sabo shuttle and complained seriously.

Before Jason could respond to his partner's complaints, he heard Jack and Rita Alfaro arguing, "No, no, no, don't want those pickup trucks to drive in front, just a Humvee in front of you." ”

"What's wrong?" He hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"Except for the two Humvees, which belong to the Mexican Marine Corps, the rest of these escorts are from the federal police force, and we don't need them to be involved." Jack explained with a straight face.

"What's wrong with that?" Jason turned to look at Mandy Ellis, the CIA's intelligence officer.

"Well, I'll explain that later." Mandy Ellis apparently had a lot of authority and seemed to know something, at least she should know how her CIA colleague, Matt Graffer, died.

She pulled Rita Alfaro aside, and the two whispered for a while, and the latter, who was quickly persuaded, walked quickly over to the armed pickups, said a few words in Spanish, and waved them all away.

Mexico City is not a single city, but a huge metropolitan area of 1,525 square kilometers, including the main city and 17 surrounding towns, with a total population of more than 20 million.

Once the convoy was on the road, it headed south, bumping along the side road on a battered asphalt road in the suburbs.

Rita Alfaro sat in the passenger seat, driven by a Mexican Marine lieutenant named Lopez, with several members of the team, including Jack and Jason, huddled in the back two rows, while Mandy Ellis and the commander, Major Eric Blackburn, and other members of the team sat in a car in the back.

"Can you explain what the two of you were arguing about?" Jason looked out the window and talked about the small argument in a casual tone.

"In my experience, from the moment we set foot on this land, there have been no secrets in this covert operation, and the eyes and ears of drug cartels are everywhere, including the Mexican Marines, which are said to be the most difficult to penetrate."

"Of course, I don't mean to offend, Lieutenant Lopez." Hearing Jack say this, the lieutenant who was driving the car looked back, shrugged his shoulders and did not speak.

Rita Alfaro turned from the passenger seat, her face serious, and she was not irritated by Jack's offensive-sounding words.

"It's hard for me to argue with Agent Tawolle's assertion that the police in this country, both federal and local, are full of bad guys who have been bought by drug dealers, and the federal government is no different.

But every Marine who participated in this operation, was personally selected by Colonel Martinez, and I trusted him, so I trusted them. ”

"Then should we trust you?" Clay Spencer poked his head out of the back row and asked curiously.

"It's better not to." Rita Alfaro gave the baby face a wicked smile, it seems that the eldest sister likes the bearded little fresh meat to the Jack one.

Sonny Quinn adjusted the HK416 between his legs to a comfortable position and said lazily, "Okay, can I say that every word in this conversation of yours makes me feel uncomfortable?" ”

"Then there are too many places that will make you uncomfortable, so get used to it." Jack tapped the glass window with his index knuckles, motioning for them to look out.

On the side of the street, a large poster painted on the wall flashed by, which at first glance looked like a propaganda poster for some political figure, but everyone had seen a picture of Andrés Doza before, and they could recognize it at a glance, and it was the target of their trip.

"The people here actually regard the leader of the drug cartel as something to worship." Sonny Quinn couldn't help but be stunned.

"Many people have benefited from building schools, hospitals, and slums in the area, and providing many services that should have been provided by the government." Lieutenant Lopez, who had been concentrating on driving, replied, the expression on his face rather indescribable.

"Oh, buy people's hearts." Jason snorted disdainfully.

(End of chapter)