"Say hello to the guy down there for me when I go down." Jack didn't know the old man who lived above, but he was an old friend with Lucifer Morningstar below, and he couldn't remember how many heinous souls he had sent to the angel of hell.

After saying that, he took back the cross that had been placed on Lasso's wound and threw it back to the bedside table, and in the other party's stunned eyes, he covered his mouth and nose with one hand and pressed the other hand on his carotid sinus.

Lasso was seriously injured and dying, how could he withstand such a cover and a press, and he was lifeless on the spot.

Jack didn't even bother to close his dead eyes for him, took a piece of cloth and put it over his face, opened the door and helped Colonel Martinez into the bedroom, where he sat down in a chair while calling in the channel.

"Everyone, this is Bravo7, the interrogation has been concluded, Doza may be hiding in the warehouse at the end of the Candela tracks."

"Well done, wonder boy, come down there for support, we're in trouble." Jason's surprised voice came from the channel, he didn't expect this FBI interrogation to be so efficient, and he didn't even ask a word about Lasso's life or death, "Operations Center, did you receive it?" Inform the intelligence officer and send someone there to investigate. ”

"Received by the Operations Center." Lisa Davis, the logistics officer's voice, was still calm, but everyone could hear a hint of surprise in her tone.

Jack went down to the first floor and saw the priest who was supposed to be hiding kneeling in front of the chapel cross praying, while the SEALs were hiding themselves under the cover of the pillars, and their eyes were vigilantly watching the two wooden gates.

"Almighty and Eternal God, please walk with them and forgive them for all that they have done, we seek the refuge of your eternal refuge, rejoice and rejoice, and protect the warriors who are on duty.

Protect them with your mighty shield and protect them from evil and harm, and may the power of your love bring them home safely and reunite with their loved ones, and they will praise them for your loving providence, which is what I ask for."

The priest's prayers echoed in the church, and although the seals were not all devout believers, their faces were solemn in the midst of this prayer, as if they had been buffed in some way.

When Jack saw this scene at this time, he thought of his blasphemous act just now, and only felt an inexplicable irony, and at this moment there was only one melody echoing in his heart, "Il n'est pas de sauveurs suprêmes: Ni Dieu, ni César, ni Tribun"

"Father, please come with me." As soon as the priest's "Amen" voice fell, the deputy Ray Perry hurriedly stepped forward and picked him up and led him to the room behind the chapel.

"How's it going?" Jack came over to Jason and whispered.

"There are three enemies outside the front door, and they are about to come in and check them out, and we plan to let them in and kill them quietly." Jason tilted his head slightly in the direction of the door.

"Can't you just put out all the lights in the church? Fighting with night vision devices gives us an advantage. Sonny, who was near another pillar not far away, complained that he had just been called back by Jason, and that Bullock was the only one left on the clock tower.

Once a battle breaks out here, his machine gun is the strongest firepower to block the entrance to the gate.

"Churches are open around the clock, and black lights only make people more suspicious." Ray Perry, who had returned from the confessional, rolled his eyes at the uncommon sense fellow, where he had just hid the priest.

Jack took out his FK7.5 and put on the Osprey muffler, which could be heard for some distance in the silence of the night, even with the muffler on it.

However, the three militants who had come to search exchanged words, one of whom leaned across the street and smoked a cigarette, and the other two pushed open the small iron door and creaked.

Listening to the conversation in Spanish outside the door getting closer, Jack gestured for him to take care of it.

"Click"

The wooden door was pushed open, and two gunmen armed with AKs walked in, apparently untrained in CQB, or infected by the solemn atmosphere in the church, and reached out to draw a cross on their chests.

"Puff puff" four soft sounds, one shot in the chest, one shot in the head, the two gunmen fell to the floor almost in turn, waiting for Ray Perry on the other side to dodge out at the same time, gently slamming the wooden door with his foot.

"Bravo1, the third enemy is not perceived." Brock report being watched from the bell tower.

Jack and Ray Perry were each in charge of a corpse and dragged it aside, leaving only two red and white marks on the floor.

"Roger, keep waiting and see if he will come in." Jason replied.

The battle was about to break out, but the longer it dragged on, the better it would be for his side, and Jack crouched behind the small window facing the street on the side of the gate and looked out, watching the cigarette in the gunman's hand across the street flicker and flicker, and soon there was only a cigarette butt left, eager to stuff him with a cigar for him to smoke slowly.

Major Blackburn had just sent a communication, and the QRF had 15 minutes to go, so it wasn't a good idea to hold out in the church, and now that the information had been obtained, it seemed that it would be best to evacuate via the trail as soon as possible and take the initiative to join up with reinforcements.

But as soon as the Iztapaluka slum buildings are complex and sheltered in many places, the drones in the sky are not 100% guaranteed that they will avoid the enemy, and in the event of a hasty encounter, as long as a single gunshot is fired, they are likely to fall into a more chaotic siege under the unfavorable terrain.

Second, there is a seriously injured man in the team, and no matter how good Jack's treatment skills are, he does not dare to let Colonel Martinez's wound scab over and move freely, otherwise the seals' task will not be to immediately change from chasing drug lords to escorting VIPs back to Washington.

Obviously, God didn't intend to let everyone just fool the rest of this time, the gunman across the street finished smoking, waited for a while, and yelled at the church a few times impatiently, and did not continue to step forward after receiving no response, but directly took out his mobile phone.

"Bang!" Brock on the clock tower immediately shot Jason in the head after getting his consent, but it was too late, the phone had already been dialed, and the person on the other side of the phone sensed that something was wrong.

A few blocks later, the sound of engines sounded from a few blocks away, and soon a pickup truck with five or six gunmen behind the bed appeared on the street outside the church.

"OK, here they are, about ten of them. Belch. Fifteen people. Before Bullock could finish speaking, a second pickup truck followed.

"Bravo1, what's going on? Hundreds of people are gathering towards your position. Lisa Davis's voice came from the channel, and she was watching the situation through the drone screen.

"We've been discovered, please inform the Major that they hurry up." After Jason finished speaking, he decisively ordered to open fire, "Bullock will do it, set off a fireworks to light up the night sky, so that our reinforcements don't find the wrong place." ”

With the sound of a bang, several 40mm grenades landed accurately on the pickup truck in the middle of the road, and the two pickup trucks that arrived first became two piles of burning scrap metal on the spot, and the more than 10 militants on it were all reimbursed before they could get out of the car, and a few lucky ones lay in the middle of the road with broken arms and legs and let out a terrible scream.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ray Perry, Sonny, and Clay struggled to move the sturdy benches in the chapel and barricaded them all in the doorway.

A few minutes later, the calm night sky was broken again, and the sound of engines, brakes, glass shattering, the creaking of tires against the ground, accompanied by the roar of Spanish and the sound of indiscriminate gunfire, instantly transformed the place into a noisy battlefield.

"Watch your ammo reserves and make the most of every round in your magazine!" Jason reminded loudly.

The disadvantages of the chapel were evident at this moment, and the first floor, the second floor, and the small bell tower at the top were combined, and there were less than five windows that could shoot outside.

Brock on the small bell tower was quickly driven down by the fire, and the wooden bell tower on top was not enough to withstand the penetrating force of AK bullets, and his calf was bloodied with flying wooden thorns.

After a brief bandage, he was assigned to guard the back door to the north, while the rest of the group continued to shoot through the few firing ports they had, but as the militants around him gathered more and more, they were also suppressed to the point where they could not raise their heads.

“RPG！” Seeing two heads poking out of the wall, one on the left and one on the right, each carrying two rocket launchers on his shoulders, Jack yelled at the reminder and killed one of them with a single shot in a flurry of stray bullets.

On the other side, Clay shot almost at the same time as he was alerted, but it was too late, and although he killed the second bazooka, the rocket had already been fired, hitting the wooden gate.

For a while, sawdust flew everywhere, the door was crumbling, and the team members in the church bowed their heads to avoid it, relying entirely on the benches behind the door.

(End of chapter)