"What are you doing here? Bring someone to bring your family here, now! Right away! Just go! Colonel Martinez roared angrily, bringing the dejected Lieutenant Lopez back to his senses.

Then he gave a few more loud orders in Spanish, and several soldiers on duty on the roof followed him downstairs, and in a short time seven or eight Humvees and armed pickup trucks roared out of the barracks, which had been converted from an old factory.

"What a damn first day." Mandy Ellis muttered to herself as she looked at the burning car not far away.

Early in the morning, Jack stretched and walked up to the roof again, and unsurprisingly saw Jason standing there on the edge of the rooftop.

"Didn't sleep well last night?" He asked knowingly.

"You should ask me if I'm sleeping." Jason's eyes were red and his face was a little haggard.

Jack, of course, knew why he couldn't sleep, "Lopez's family is fine, I just contacted him, and later he will send his wife and two children back to the barracks, I hope this news will ease some of your guilt." ”

He was still wondering how Colonel Martinez and Lieutenant Lopez were wearing black masks when they were acting together before, so how could the latter still be recognized.

Later, after questioning Sonny, it was learned that when they went up to the second floor, an armed man shot the outside with a shotgun through the wooden door, and the flying sawdust entered Lopez's eyes.

He then washed his eyes with water, but also pulled down his mask, and then came face to face with Gonzalez as he cleaned the last room.

After a one-shot shoot, Gonzalez jumped out of the window and fled under the desperate cover of his two men, which is what happened next.

"Let's go sleep for a while, there will be a new operation soon, and I don't want my commander to be out of his mind because he didn't rest well all night, and send us all to the enemy's guns." Jack said half-jokingly.

Jason's eyes lit up, "You guys have a clue?" ”

"There's a direction, and it will take a little time to confirm, so now you have two choices, one is to go to bed by yourself, or get knocked out by me and find someone to throw you back into the room."

"OK, you only won me once in the ring, there's no need to mention it every time, I'll win it back sooner or later." Not to be outdone, Jason shook his fist.

In fact, not only Jason needs to rest, but Jake himself also needs to rest, although there is the support of the intelligence systems of various departments behind him, but he and Mandy Ellis, as well as Rita Alfaro of the Mexican intelligence department, have a lot of work.

This operation is still a joint operation in essence, but unlike last time, this time other departments, including the DEA, will first join forces, and then join forces with the CIA.

In other words, Mandy Ellis only needs to be responsible to the CIA, while Jack alone has to face a whole host of federal departments such as the FBI, DEA, IRS, ATF, ICE, etc., and even has to submit a separate report to the Joint Special Operations Command.

After a quick hot bath, Jack slept for less than two hours before he was woken up from his bed.

The members of Team B all changed into casual clothes, wore sunglasses, and wore cameras around their necks, dressed themselves like a visiting Yankee, and went out in two SUVs.

"We combed through the cell phone messages seized during yesterday's raid, and all the valuable numbers in them were turned off less than two hours after the raid ended, except for the one we're tracking right now."

Jack was driving and briefing everyone on the plainclothes operation.

"No matter who this number belongs to, he is careless, find him, find out the identity of the owner of this number, and see if he can find Doza's whereabouts through him."

"Hopefully this operation will go a little bit smoother." Jason shrugged.

Forty minutes later, Jack slowed down and by this time they had entered the historic center of Mexico City, which was once an artificial island in the heart of Lake Texcoco, formerly known as Tenochtitlan.

After the conquest of the Aztecs, the Spaniards rebuilt the ruined city and refilled Lake Texcoco with unrestrained Indian labor.

As a result, the buildings here vary from ornate Catholic churches in the Spanish style to those of Aztec temples.

Mexicans are also particularly fond of murals, and many important buildings have large and exquisite murals carved by famous masters, which are very beautiful.

"Bravo1, this is the center of operations, continue to advance due north, 400 meters from the target."

All of the squad were equipped with positioning devices and covert in-ear headphones, so they could clearly hear the commands coming from the operations center, and the rear commander was still Major Blackburn.

"Roger, Operations Center, is waiting to enter visual range, over." Jason replied.

"The location of the mobile phone positioning should be a bazaar, and the HVT (high-value target) is moving slowly, judging that it is walking, pay attention to observation." The Major reminded.

"Excuse me, keep an eye on your surroundings." Jack watched the crowd get denser and slowed down.

"There are so many people around, how do we know which one is what we're looking for, any hints, Jack?" Jason and the rest of the team looked around, with a headache.

Jack didn't know if it was a man or a woman, old or young, and what hints he could have, but he still had a way.

"Get as close to the target as possible, surround him in the middle, and then let the command center estimate the relative position between us and the target, everyone will disperse after getting out of the car, and the first task is not to expose themselves, this is the only clue we have at the moment."

While talking, the car has come to the market, which is a small square, all kinds of vendors, tourists and locals are rubbing shoulders, but there are also advantages of many people, a group of big men with five big and three thick people get off the bus, and it does not attract too many people's attention.

Mobile phone positioning technology is achieved through triangulation, that is, the signal strength of the three signal towers in the area where the mobile phone is located, and then the algorithm is used to determine the location of the mobile phone.

In this way, the error of less than 1 meter compared to GPS (military) is naturally far inferior, and at this time, except for Ray Perry, the deputy who replaced Jack and sat in the cab on standby, the remaining six people all got out of the car and scattered around the square.

Under the guidance of the combat center, everyone quietly adjusted their orientation, formed an irregular circle, and surrounded the target signal in the middle, but there were still at least twenty or thirty people in this range.

"Almost, call him, and the rest of the people keep an eye out for anyone who picks up the phone or looks suspicious." Jason commanded.

(End of chapter)