Chiapas is located in southern Mexico and is home to a third of the population of the Indian poor.

Today, there are more than 40 million Indians or self-identified Indians on the entire American continent, of which about 10 million live in Mexico, and in Chiapas alone, there are more than 1 million people.

Compared to their compatriots in the United States and Canada, the Indians here live in a much more difficult situation, constantly struggling to meet the extreme poverty line of not having enough to eat.

The vast majority of the land is in the hands of a handful of large landowners, or rather, drug cartel leaders, who hold land filled with cash crops such as coca and coffee, as well as entry routes to neighbouring Guatemala.

These lanes are used to smuggle drugs from places like Guatemala and Colombia and a large number of illegal immigrants from Central and South America hoping to enter the United States through Mexico.

Jack closed the information and sighed, not so much that Chiapas was a state in Mexico, but that it was actually an independent drug kingdom in which several well-known forces fought and fought for territory.

Among them are the well-known Sinaloa group and the "CJNG" to which Doza belongs, as well as some of the remnants of the Zapatista National Liberation Movement, an insurgent Indian uprising.

"Rather than turning himself in, Doza is hiding in his lair, and I'll bet $1 that he's living in his country house at the moment." After the seals circulated the information, Sonny leaned back, found a comfortable position for himself, and sighed.

"On the bright side, it's a shame that we're able to push him to this point now, and this is probably his last move, right? Although Doza does have hands and eyes, there is still a big gap between him and Guzmán.

In addition, even if 'CJNG' is not monolithic now, there should be many people who want to see him unlucky, not to mention that there should be real patriots like Martinez and Lopez in the Mexican government. ”

Jack said this with his elbows on the table, his chin crossed across his fingers, and he was almost able to wear a pair of glasses that reflected white light to cosplay Commander Ikari in "EVA".

Everyone present focused their eyes on him, full of anticipation.

"If you think about it, we still have a few hole cards, so we might as well play them all." As he spoke, Jack looked at Mandy Ellis.

As the saying goes, one person is short and everyone is wise, and at the moment, it is not just him who can turn the tables with an idea, what is needed is to brainstorm and work together to solve this dilemma.

Of course, Jack doesn't mind being the one who throws bricks and stones, "Doza can use Rita Alfaro's family to force her to cooperate and be a traitor among us, so can we do the same?"

Now that Doza has turned himself in, even if it's just for show, where he is now and the relevant information, I think as an agent of CISEN (Mexican Center for Investigation and Security), she should not be difficult to find, right? ”

Miss Mandy Ellis, a ruthless CIA agent, crossed her arms and nodded thoughtfully, "It's not difficult to do this, I can immediately send a team to send her sister and two daughters to Guantanamo, I think she'll cooperate obediently." ”

"Okay, then we'll work out a plan of action when we have the specific information, and before that, I suggest that Major Blackburn go to the military hospital and have a good chat with Martinez.

We need to know who at the top level in Mexico is willing to continue to support us, even if it is only acquiescing, and a slight extension of this 24-hour time limit will give us more time to plan and prepare, and even after the fact, we will have a step down the road to blame. ”

"That sounds like a good idea." Major Blackburn smiled, "There are quite a few people in the Mexican Ministry of Defense who support us, and maybe I can try to persuade them with the colonel to get at least a tacit approval." ”

But then he put away his smile again, "But the problem now is that a C-17 Globemaster transport plane is already on its way to pick us up, whether it can delay a little longer, whether it succeeds or not, this will be our last operation." ”

"It's not just right." Lisa Davis, a logistics support officer who rarely speaks at meetings, laughs, "I'm worried about what to do if I'm kicked out of here, and when the C-17 arrives, I can set up the operations center on it, as I used to." ”

Jason stood up and clapped his hands, "OK, since we've had two battles in a row and haven't had a good rest, I suggest you go to Meimei and get some sleep first, let Blackburn and the intelligence officers try to get us some advantage, and hopefully we can hear some good news when we wake up." ”

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There is good news, though not much.

First of all, the top level of their own side did not withdraw the authorization to operate, and the one in the white house even said a lot of "crazy things", including but not limited to asking the Air Force to intervene, and directly using stealth strategic bomber air strikes to kill the "bold" drug lord.

Whether out of "sanity" or other considerations, the Joint Special Operations Command has not commented on this (when air).

However, without the cooperation of the Mexican military, the help that the military can provide is very limited, and if Team B insists on continuing their plan to capture Doza, then the command requires them to do so only by stealth penetration.

This means that while they can still get battlefield support through drones and satellites, they must not think about backup, and in the event of a siege and capture, the seals would be better off praying that they are in the hands of the local police, rather than the militants or rebels of drug traffickers.

After all, although the former is a little corrupt, he does not dare to hurt an American soldier at will, even if the soldier will not admit his identity, he can still get them back through political means and off-stage deals.

As for the latter, the other side will probably be happy to find a place to hang the corpses of the GIs to show their strength, but fortunately, the CIA still found a civilian helicopter for them to evacuate.

As for Rita Alfaro, she obediently chose to cooperate after some scolding, and made several phone calls under the surveillance of Mandy Ellis, providing Doza's current whereabouts.

"Doza's private prison, well, his vacation villa is located on a seaside more than 500 miles south of Mexico City, with no roads around, but the drug cartel has built a private highway there with guards and checkpoints."

Lisa Davis explains the terrain around the target in front of a high-resolution military satellite map.

"Give me 60 soldiers, you can easily take this place," Major Blackburn said nonsense, still holding reservations about the operation, and his heart was full of worry.

"There are no 60, we only have seven." Jason rolled his eyes at him.

"It's eight, count me." Lieutenant Lopez stood up, his expression resolute towards the crowd.

"Your officials have stopped this operation, if you get caught." Major Blackburn wanted to dissuade.

"I'm just going to tell them it's an unauthorized act and nothing to do with the Marines." Lieutenant Lopez said with a sense of obscenity.

"This is Colonel Martinez's unfinished business, and at the same time for my family, and if we don't get Doza, my family and I will always be left to live in the shadows."

"Don't say that Martinez is sacrificing, the major and I have just returned from the hospital, and the doctor says he is recovering well." Jack interrupted with a smile, diluting the somewhat tragic atmosphere of the scene.

"At his insistence, your Department of Defense has acquiesced to our actions, and at least until your Mr. President gives him an ultimatum, and they will pretend to be unaware of it."

Jason beckoned to Lieutenant Lopez to sit down, and continued, "Okay, anyway, there are only 8 of us, we need to find another way, do you have any ideas?" ”

Sonny's lips moved, apparently having an idea, but instead of speaking, he looked at Clay with a puzzled expression, who walked straight to the screen and nodded near the shoreline.

"It's a mangrove forest, isn't it?"

After receiving Lisa Davis's affirmative answer, he thought for a moment before saying, "Maybe it's time for us to get back to our old ways." ”

"Damn, Mexico is such a big country, and you still found us a chance to swim, right?" Sonny complained.

"Just swim a little bit, and you won't get eaten by sharks, Sonny." Clay teased.

As a SEAL, Texas cowboy Sonny is unexpectedly afraid of going into the sea, of course, not because of the poor nature of the water, but because he has an inexplicable fear of all creatures with big teeth, such as sharks.

"It's a good idea, the mangrove swamp along the coast is a good cover, very good for our stealth, and it's a natural barrier, and Doza wouldn't have thought that someone would approach his hiding place from here."

Jason walked over to the map and pondered for a moment, then his brow furrowed, "We can find a humble yacht or even a fishing boat to sail near the shoreline and dive ashore." ”

"Prepare for it, it's going to take at least six hours to hike after that, oh Sonny, you think you're more worried about the jaguar than the few minutes you spend swimming in the ocean." Jack smirks and intimidates someone.

"What jaguar? Do you think there will be jaguars in that jungle swamp? Sonny's voice suddenly changed tone.

Jack bared his teeth and scarelessed, "Of course, they're like sharks in the jungle, with sharper canine teeth. ”

"Is it too late for me to quit?" Sonny's cowardice succeeded in soothing some of the overly serious atmosphere in the room.

(End of chapter)