The trio walked into the strip club before the gunman, and Jason and Sonny each brought only a Glock 19, a compact model of the Glock 17 that could be tucked into the back of the waist for easy concealment.

Jack also has an MK24 tucked into his right ankle in case of emergency, and it is much more difficult for men than women, especially in summer, to hide a gun on their body, as long as the girls wear a skirt and hide two Uzi submachine guns.

Walking through the dimly lit hallway, Sonny's gaze swept over the various "artistic" posters hanging on the wall, and he whistled, "Welcome to the Promised Land." ”

"What?" A whistle was heard along with dynamic music, and Jason, who was walking in the front, didn't hear him clearly, and was about to turn back, but was stopped by a sexyly dressed Latina beauty.

"Americans, right?" The Latin beauty twisted her waist and put her whole body up, and sent benefits in a 360-degree 360-degree way.

Jason was wearing only a T-shirt, and his toned pectoral muscles fell into the hands of the Latin beauty, and with a stroke of her slender jade fingers, it outlined a clear beanie shape.

"Oh, let him go, it's a married man." Seeing that Jason was about to steal peaches from the bottom of the leaves, the old driver Sonny hurriedly relieved him.

"Really? It just so happens that I am too. Knowing that she had been politely rejected, the Latin beauty didn't bother too much, she pushed herself up, twisted her waist and turned away.

Jack stretched out his hand to block Jason, and made a respectful gesture of please, respectfully asking Sonny's old driver to lead the way.

"Bravo1, what's going on inside?" Ray Perry's voice came from the channel.

At this time, Sonny had already taken the two of them to find a booth to sit down, and the position was very cleverly chosen, so that he could not only look through the stage with steel pipes to observe Dantin Vega, who was already hugging left and right, but also not far from the entrance, and could spot the uninvited guests who walked into the club for the first time.

"Bravo2, that guy isn't aware of anything, he's enjoying the moment, keeping an eye on those gunmen, and notifying us if there's a situation." Jason picked up a bottle of beer, tasted it, and gave the order with the gesture of drinking.

"Is it possible that those guys are going to block the door and do it while Vega is leaving?" Sonny took out a few small dollar bills, laughed and stuffed them into the little inner of the beautiful woman on the stage, and turned around and asked.

"It's hard to say, I don't think they have the patience to wait that long." Jack's eyes seemed to be staring at the stage without blinking, but he had been observing Dantin Vega in the booth opposite.

"Wait." Jason has been observing the club's internal structure and "just took him out the back door if he couldn't do it. ”

It was clear that the three gunmen outside didn't have the patience they had, and just as Sonny was running out of five dollars in his pocket, Ray Perry's voice rang out again in the communication channel.

"Be careful, the three of them came in together, it seems that they are impatient."

"Sonny, take control of Vega!" Before Jason could finish speaking, three menacing gunmen appeared in the hallway of the entrance.

"Show time is over, everyone, get down!" Jack pulled out the Glock 19 from the back of his waist with his left hand, and with a touch of his right hand at the ankle, MK24 had landed in the palm of his hand.

I saw him jump directly onto the pole dance stage in front of everyone's eyes, and at some point he had already put on a triangular scarf on his face, and when he raised his foot, he kicked down a dancer who had performed to the key point and was shaking the two small bells on the twin peaks.

In the midst of an exclamation, Jack fired his bow left and right, and the guns rang out

"Bang bang bang!"

The three gunmen who were walking into the club with murderous faces just raised their hands to raise their M1911 when they were knocked to the ground one after another by the oncoming metal storm.

Jason was also taken aback by Jack's sudden move, but he also had to admit that although this guy's approach seemed reckless, it was the best choice to avoid accidental injury.

The stage in the center of the club was a lot higher than the surrounding area, and after Jack kicked the only dancer who was blocking his view, he became the most visible and the best in the scene.

"Greetings to Juan 'Machete'!" While Jack killed the three gunmen in one go and shouted loudly in Spanish on stage, Jason and Sonny in the audience were already holding Dandin Vega, who was lying on the ground in fear, left and right.

Taking advantage of the chaos at the scene, Jack shot the few remaining rounds of the magazine towards the ceiling, jumped off the stage, and followed the two out the back door.

"It's crazy!" As the two SUVs circled around a few times to make sure there were no trackers and drove back to the barracks, Sonny jumped out of the car and screamed excitedly.

"That kick of yours is so cruel, damn it, I don't think I'll ever go to a strip club again, what's that term you psychologists often call it?"

"Negative associations?" Jack pronounced two words.

"Yes, yes, negative associations, every time I see the pole stage in the future, or even as long as I think of those bewitching bodies, especially the little dangling bells, the scene just now will appear in front of me, God, you ruined one of my great hobbies."

Sonny grumbled, frowning.

"Sounds like a good start, but maybe you can make it a new hobby to eat breakfast on time every day." Jason pushed the handheld Dandin Vega out of the car.

In another car, Clay Spencer escorted the Latino girl, who had woken up.

"Looks like you're getting a good get." Colonel Martinez, dressed in military uniform, waited at the door early, waiting for everyone with his arms crossed, and behind him stood two older sisters with the same happy faces, Mandy Ellis and Rita Alfaro.

"What I said before, there will be a way, people leave it to you, don't mess it up, Mandy." Jason's triumphant expression didn't last long before he froze on his face.

On the other side of the parking lot, Lieutenant Lopez was removing several large bags of luggage from the trunk of a sedan, frolicking with two half-grown men and a diminutive Mexican woman, presumably his wife.

The eyes of the two happened to meet, and Jason froze in place, and the lieutenant's cheek twitched, revealing an expression to him that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"I have a story that's somewhat similar to Jack's last night." Colonel Martinez walked up to Team B, looking at his subordinates and family members from a distance, with an inexplicable sadness on his face.

"A few years ago, I had one of my men, who was as good and as strong and brave as Lopez, and after an operation, he received death threats and left the front line, and when the people of Doza could not find him, they cut the throats of his wife and daughter and put him to death.

Then Doza sent a death poster of 'Muerta' to his parents and his sister's entire family. ”

"And after that?" Jason already had a hunch that this wasn't a story with a happy ending.

"He has no choice, he wants to save his family, he wants to stop Doza's subordinates from continuing to massacre his family, his only choice is to throw himself into the net."

The seals looked at each other, already guessing the final outcome.

"He's last." Sonny, who has always been grinning, has a somewhat astringent voice.

"So he handed himself over and was hanged on the bridge, just across the street from his parents' house."

(End of chapter)