The sun was shining down on the palm groves, and a blue car drove down the forest path, kicking up billowing dust.

The vehicle is shaking.

The woman driving the car lifted her sunglasses and pressed her ears again.

Coming from East Asia to the south of North America, Beatrice was a little uncomfortable with the mild climate for a while, she waved her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and continued to step on the accelerator to drive forward.

Now, I'm in Acuna, Mexico.

The midday sun was blazing, but fortunately the palm leaves swayed, adding a touch of coolness to her.

Not far ahead, you can already see wooden shacks on the side of the road.

"I'm going to get to the place right away." Holding on to the steering wheel, she squinted her eyes into the vast palm forest: "Are you ready?" ”

"Uh-huh."

A muffled grunt rang out in the hidden headset: "Go, I've seen you." ”

A hundred meters or so from the large wooden shack, on a thick palm tree, Ethan was attached to it in an awkward position.

Wrap your legs firmly around the trunk.

The wide flat cloth strap helped him hold his body together with the palm tree, and he held an AR15 in both hands, and the dust kicked up and the flowing blonde Beatrice in the scope could already be seen in the scope.

The muzzle of the gun moves, and the scenery in the scope changes rapidly.

The wooden shack appeared in his eyes.

The climate here has always been hot and sultry, the wooden houses are half-open, most places have only small half walls, and the gauze tents are fluttering in the wind, and seven or eight pairs of meat insects are tumbling together.

The faint sound of joy wafted in the wind.

Ethan's attention quickly diverted from the pairs of meat worms, and there was nothing to see.

"Seven."

He quickly rechecked the number of people with his scope, and reminded in a deep voice: "There are seven men with guns, all of them are heavy firepower, although they are not very old, but I think you should be careful." ”

"This is Mexico, not Tokyo."

The view at this height is not very good, and it is obscured by some leaves, and I can only barely see the situation inside the house.

But he couldn't climb any further.

The palm trees shook so badly that the accuracy of the shots could not be guaranteed.

For the time being, he only observed the eighteen- or nineteen-year-old Mexican men, all of whom were carrying assault rifles, even though they were old and had tape wrapped around them to secure them.

But Ethan had no doubt about the power of these guns.

"And an old man."

Facing the microphone on his collar, he continued: "Sitting in the rocking chair in the middle reading the newspaper, if you guessed correctly, this is the person you are looking for. ”

Next to the gray-faced old man, sat several women with fat waists and thick legs.

One by one, heavy makeup is smeared.

Some yawned in boredom, while others greedily sucked on the butt of the leaf, which was only half cut off.

"I see."

Beatrice's voice sounded in the headset: "I shot the moment I took off my sunglasses, I hope your marksmanship can be as strong as physical strength, and my life will be in your hands." ”

Ethan smiled slightly, and did not respond.

He held the AR15 intently, his eyes fixed on the scope.

There are no complicated plans, anyway, one inside and one outside, if Beatrice's negotiation does not go well, he is responsible for sniping support on the perimeter.

Either way, Bill's whereabouts must be pressed.

As the words fell, Beatrice's car was parked just outside the wooden shack.

This kind of place.

Men come, it's very normal.

But a woman appeared, which immediately aroused the alarm of the guards, and she stepped forward to inquire about the situation with her gun, and Ethan could not understand the muttering Spanish, so she could only observe the movements of these people.

fingers, also lightly on the trigger.

Be ready to fire at any time.

These tattooed men are not so obedient and cooperative in telling Bill's whereabouts.

After a search, Beatrice was brought to the old man.

What happened next was completely unexpected, there was no smell of gunpowder at the scene, and after a few words of conversation, the old man shrugged his shoulders and took out a pen and paper to write and draw, and handed it to the female killer.

This move made Beatrice a little overwhelmed.

The two said a few more words, and she hurried out of the dilapidated shack with the note.

From start to finish.

I never took off the sunglasses on my face.

Ethan lowered the muzzle of the gun and asked with a frown, "Could it be that God is on your side today?" ”

"Let's talk about convergence."

Beatrice replied to him simply, and quickly stepped on the gas.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to hold the palm tree between his legs, quickly untie the cloth bag, climb down from the tree in two or three strokes, and then carry an assault rifle and quickly shuttle through the woods.

Follow the marked directions and run out for about 100 meters in the dense palm forest.

The line of sight suddenly cleared.

Came to a dirt road.

In the distance, the car was speeding towards him, stopping in front of him in a puff of smoke.

Throw the gun in and get into the car.

"What happened?"

Ethan grabbed a sip of mineral water from the car door storage compartment and asked impatiently, "Don't tell me that the man has already told you Bill's whereabouts, we killed so many people in Tokyo to get the information." ”

"Can you get things done in a few words now?"

No wonder he was surprised, he originally thought that he would kill another bloody river and get clues through various means of coercion.

Let's just talk about it now.

Compared to before, it seems a little too child's play.

"That's right."

Beatrice grabbed the steering wheel in her hand with a calm face and handed over the note: "That old man did write down where Bill was just now, and it was on it. ”

Took the note, and it had an address written in it.

Ethan shook the note with a frown, and asked suspiciously, "Could it be fake, I think it's a trap!" ”

"Why don't we go back?"

"Catch that old man and waterboard him for another half an hour."

"You know."

Lighting his cigarette, he spewed smoke into the palm grove outside the window: "I don't like this feeling of getting something for nothing, and it's more reassuring to ask for information by yourself, isn't it?" ”

There are so many liars in the world, and the simple-minded Ethan is always worried that he will be deceived.

So.

He prefers to put others in that state where they dare not deceive themselves.

"Hehe~"

Beatrice didn't smile and asked coldly, "Have you ever been to Mexico before?" ”

"Huh?"

Not understanding why she suddenly mentioned this, Ethan replied with a blank face: "No, this is my first time here, and now I just hope that the Mexican gangsters are not as terrifying as they are rumored." ”

The female killer looked at him suspiciously.

But no matter how calm this guy behaves, it has nothing to do with the present.

She shook her head, gritted her teeth, and said, "The address you have is real, and yes, Bill will be there too!" (End of chapter)