The next day, in the morning.

He was awakened by a knock on the door, and Buzz's voice came from outside the door:

"Ethan, my friend will be here soon, you get ready."

"Okay."

Ethan looked out the window, and it was dark.

He yawned and rolled over to get up, having slept too late last night and feeling a little sluggish.

After taking a shower, I finally came to my senses.

Since he had to smuggle across the border today, he put on his boots.

He also wore jeans, a T-shirt and a blue shirt, and pulled out a cap from the space and buttoned it to his head, all of which was low-key.

The diamonds, the watch, and the gold-plated M1911 had all been thrown into the space.

I didn't bring much luggage, just a backpack with a few changes of clothes.

Walking downstairs with a light backpack, Jabber, who has always liked to sleep in, was waiting for him below, and when he saw Ethan coming down, he stood up and handed over the mineral water and bread prepared in advance.

The food was stuffed into the bag, and the two shook hands and bumped shoulders.

Jaber looked at him like this and smiled evilly: "I'm waiting for you in Oceanside, don't worry, I'll let Buzz arrange the beauties." ”

"Fuck off."

Ethan flicked his backpack onto his back and tucked Glock 17 into his belt.

Outside the house, the light of the car lights came.

Ethan pulled over his shirt, covered his pistol, and strode out.

Buzz was standing next to the courtyard, his face tired.

After all, they tossed and turned late to sleep last night, and got up early today.

He was always out of kindness, Ethan cleaned up his mood and bumped his fist with him: "Thank you for your hard work." ”

"It's fine."

Buzz smiled and waved his hand, "This is not worth mentioning compared to the help you provided. ”

Just then, a tattered van pulled up in front of them, and a middle-aged Mexican man with a mustache and a straw hat jumped out of the car quickly.

"Buzz."

The Mexican man who got out of the van took off his straw hat and hugged Buzz hard.

The two patted each other on the back, and Buzz turned:

"Ethan, this is Sonny."

"Sonny, this is Ethan, a friend of mine, please help me take him back."

"Absolutely."

The Mexican man named Sonny touched his mustache and stretched out his hand to Ethan: "I have a friendship with Old Buzz, and today you are my guest." ”

"Thank you."

Ethan shook his hand and nodded in acknowledgement.

"Let's go, time is tight, I've got the best spot for you." Sonny didn't say anything more to Buzz, turned to the car, and tapped the passenger on the door.

"I've saved his life a few times, you can rest assured." Buzz patted Ethan on the shoulder.

"I see, thanks."

Ethan waved goodbye to him and Jabber standing at the doorway, and walked over to the tattered van.

He opened the car door and looked at the stained seats and rusty doors, and his eyebrows jumped.

At this point, he had no choice but to keep silently reciting 400,000 in his heart, gritting his teeth and sitting down.

The van quickly started and headed ahead.

At this time, the sun has not yet come out, and the sky is shining with a touch of fish belly white.

There was a cough from behind, and Ethan quickly turned around.

The scene in front of him made his face change slightly.

Sonny's words are true, and the seat that he dislikes is already the best position.

Inside the van, all the seats have been removed.

Twenty people were densely packed in the carriage, and they were shaking with the body with the package in their hands.

Men, women, and children, all huddled together, their faces were excited and confused, but they were all filled with yearning for a new life.

Compared to them, my current place is simply super first class.

The driver, Sonny, grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and a small flask with the other, and after taking a sip of the liquor into his mouth, he lit a cigarette again, and he did not have a moment to spare.

Ethan turned around, rolled the handle and rolled down the window, and the fresh morning air poured in.

"Would you like some?"

Sonny glanced at him with a cigarette in his mouth and handed the bottle over.

"No thanks."

Ethan unloaded the backpack behind his back and put it at his feet, the mineral water bottle in it was too ugly.

Anyway, the fresh air had been poured in, and Ethan simply took out his cigarette.

"Ding."

The lighter cover was lifted and a crisp sound sounded.

The cigarette lit, and he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke out the window, which was quickly blown away by the Mexican morning breeze.

Sonny had been watching Ethan's every move with his eyes, but he knew what kind of person Buzz was and who Buzz had befriended.

When the bag is put down, it is light and fluttery, and it should only be some clothes inside.

Either he offended someone, or he was an outlaw, but there was nothing wrong with it, Sonny secretly made a judgment.

After taking a few puffs of cigarette, Ethan also slowly adjusted to the smell of the car.

Pull out the Glock 17 stuck in his waist and throw it on top of his backpack, this thing is uncomfortable when there is a holster, not to mention that there is no holster now.

One is to make yourself sit comfortably, and the other is to remind the other party not to have any bad thoughts.

Don't look at this man named Sonny with a simple smile, there are a few people who can be the head of a snake, there are a few people who don't carry human life on their backs, although he is a friend of Buzz's life, but Ethan only believes in the gun in his hand.

Sonny's eyebrows jumped when he saw the gun.

But he didn't say anything, he had it himself, so he didn't make a fuss, and the other party wasn't an ordinary stowaway.

"Mr. Sonny." Ethan chews on a cigarette:

"Are all these friends who want to cross the border like me?"

"That's right, they're all going to cross the border."

Sonny glanced at him and continued, "But they're not like you. ”

Ethan turned sideways: "Why do you say that?" ”

Sonny wiped his beard and said with a smile, "At least none of them can afford a good Dupont lighter." ”

"There are no clothes as clean and tidy as yours, and all they have is a pitt hope."

Ethan glanced at the clothes on his body, although they looked ordinary, but they were indeed the same as what Sonny said, and compared to the people behind him, the difference was indeed very large.

"Don't care, I'm kidding."

Sonny glanced at him again and flicked the cigarette ash out the window, "It's good that they're like this." ”

Ethan frowned, the people behind him were already like this, and they applauded.

Driving is also boring, and Sonny simply pulls off the conversation.

From his mouth, Ethan learned that the latter people were indeed very good in comparison.

Every year, more than a million people travel from Honduras, Guatemala, El Salvador and other places to Mexico to be smuggled into the United States.

Those people had to spend days in dark, damp, stinking smuggling boats to make it to the southern coast of Mexico.

When they came ashore, most of their belongings had been looted by the head of the snake.

This is just the beginning, there are still thousands of kilometers to go from the U.S.-Mexico border, and taking the train is their only option.

Traveling thousands of kilometers along the way, those people have to face not only gangsters and bandits, but also law enforcement officers.

Lootings, fights, and shootings are endless.

The vast majority of people, before they even reach the border, have lost all their belongings, like refugees.

The people behind the van were ordinary Mexicans, who at least had their belongings on them, and they didn't have to go through that kind of experience like those people in Central America.

Ethan also nodded, he didn't know anything else, but Salvadorans knew it very well.

In the policing system, the Salvadoran gangs have a strong reputation.

After more than two hours on the road in the dilapidated van, Sonny spun the wheel and took more than two dozen people into the mountains.

(End of chapter)