Jack couldn't help but laugh, what bullshit has only taken 4 frontal photos in 20 years, and the portrait of the most cunning and elusive drug dealer in the mouth of the CIA and DEA is plastered all over the streets and alleys.

I don't know if they have any special definition of a clear frontal photo, or if no one thought about what to do about this big drug lord who has sold tens of billions of dollars worth of drugs into the federal territory before the unfortunate DEA agent was killed.

"Who is that?" As the convoy turned around a street corner, a large photo poster of another middle-aged Latino man appeared on the wall, with a large Spanish word "MUERTE" spray-painted in red.

"MUERTE MEANS DEATH, WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS MAN?" Before setting off this time, Jack deliberately made him proficient in Spanish, and his level has surpassed 99% of the people in this Spanish-speaking country.

"It's a death bulletin." Lieutenant Lopez, who was holding the steering wheel, looked at it and replied,

"These posters mean that Doza's people have marked for killing him."

"What did this man do? Another mayor or official who made anti-drug rhetoric? "Jason obviously did some homework ahead of time.

However, Rita Alfaro's words shocked everyone, "Some of Doza's men kidnapped his daughter from the street and raped her, after which he called the police to call the police. ”

"I thought such sins were only recorded in the Bible." Sonny Quinn sighed, fully understanding Jack's previous words.

In fact, most of the old Americans are accustomed to focusing on their own country, and they can neither distinguish the difference between the Dongying and the Chinese, nor do they care about what their armies are doing in other countries.

Even a well-informed soldier like Sonny Quinn, who has been deployed around the world many times, only knows about Mexico, a neighboring country to the south and known as the backyard of North America, is limited to Latin beauties with a wide variety of charms and slender waists and hips.

"In your country, power is backed by capital, while in Mexico power is held by force. In a country where more people have died from violent crimes in the last decade or so than Iraq and Afghanistan combined, welcome to this hopeless hell right next to heaven. ”

Rita Alfaro silenced everyone until the convoy drove into an abandoned factory surrounded by high walls, and no one was in the mood to say a word.

Watching the heavy steel roller shutter slowly rise, revealing the heavily armed Mexican Marines standing in two rows behind him, Jack always felt that this scene was familiar.

It's just that the last time he entered a similar place, he saw a heavily guarded prison, and this time, it was a military camp with a significantly higher security level.

When everyone got out of the car, the seals chewed gum, as if they were inadvertently intruding into the place, curiously looking at the arrangement of three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry around the high wall, and exchanged glances in private.

"Every military base and every police station in this country is full of eyes and ears, so we converted this old factory into our station."

Rita Alfaro briefly introduced to everyone, and then turned to meet a colonel in a military uniform and looking at him with a big belly, who was nearly 50 years old, this must be the colonel Martinez she had said before.

"I thought they were going to send soldiers over instead of some cowboys." The Colonel lowered his head and whispered something in Spanish to Rita Alfaro, who laughed dryly twice and stood behind him.

Jason's face suddenly turned a little ugly, although he couldn't understand Spanish, he also knew that it would not be a good word.

"Take it easy, it's just a little grumble that belongs to the Mexicans." Jack touched him on the shoulder, seemingly inadvertently, and whispered.

As the so-called strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, they want to complete the task, they can't do without the assistance of the locals, the problem of trust can be talked about later, there is no need to come up and stiffen the relationship.

Although not every country can regain its dignity through the baptism of blood and fire after an extremely humiliating recent history, even in a country like Mexico, which has been torn apart by various forces in various positions, there may still be some true patriots.

Especially when the other party is still a soldier, when he sees a foreign army stepping on the land that should be guarded by him, even if the other party comes with good intentions, he must not feel too good in his heart, and it is inevitable to complain a little.

"I'm Major Eric Blackburn." Commander Eric Blackburn stepped forward and smiled as he shook hands.

"I'm Colonel Francisco Martinez." The Mexican colonel stretched out his hand to shake him, and the two exchanged a simple greeting of welcome, thank you, and other kind of polite words.

Colonel Martinez then said with a straight face, "Frankly, I don't want you to come here, because it should be my duty to kill Doza. ”

"So how have you been progressing?" Jason apparently didn't understand Jack's subtle advice and poked the Mexican's lung tube straight away.

Colonel Martinez crossed his hands on his waist, his slightly cheeky cheeks twitched, and he glared at Jason with a somewhat unkind gaze.

Commander Eric Black saw that the atmosphere was not right, and hurriedly played a round, "We're just here to help, do what we can, Colonel." ”

"Thank you." Colonel Martinez glanced at Jason again, and his tone was a little more sarcastic.

"If you're willing to follow the rules, that's the biggest help. Alcohol and women are not allowed here, Lieutenant Lopez will take your men to the barracks, and when everyone is settled, we will have a combat meeting. ”

After saying that, he walked straight up to Jason, "Sergeant Hayes, you're the direct leader of Team B, right?" ”

Jason's eyes narrowed slightly behind his sunglasses, thinking that the other party was trying to find fault, "Yes, that's right." ”

"Then I'll be at your disposal." Seeing that Jason was a little stunned when he heard this, the corners of Colonel Martinez's mouth turned up slightly, revealing an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"You know what I mean, right?"

Jason frowned, understood the meaning of the other party's words, and nodded expressionlessly, "I understand." Then he turned and left.

This is a kind of tacit agreement between the soldiers, in the case of Commander Eric Blackburn, who has the rank of major, and all the operations of Team B are nominally in charge of him.

But in actual operations, or in specific battles, the actual commander is always Jason, who is a sergeant major, because he is on the front line and has the right to make decisions on the spot.

When Jason made a decision, even the commander Eric Blackburn, who was sitting in the rear, could only raise objections after the fact and submit it to his superiors for decision, simply understood that he would not be subject to military orders abroad.

Colonel Martinez simply means that he will also personally participate in front-line operations later, and will integrate himself and his soldiers into the U.S. military combat system, and he will be unconditionally subordinate to Jason's command as a soldier in battle.

His words are equivalent to handing over the command with his own hands, although the order from above may be the same, but this kind of low posture of taking the initiative to show favor makes Jason a little embarrassed, and it seems that his aggressive attitude before is a bit villainous.

It was an old fox again, and Jack silently rolled his eyes in his mind, and followed everyone into the barracks.

First set up the rules, what to ban alcohol and girls, give a dismissal, and then take the initiative to show favor, this Colonel Martinez is an interesting character.

(End of chapter)