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Jack was quite dumbfounded. What the hell, there were only 4 frontal photos taken in the past 20 years. The portrait of the most cunning and elusive drug trafficker in the eyes of the CIA and DEA was plastered all over the streets.

I don’t know if they have any special definition of a clear frontal photo, or if before the unfortunate DEA agent was killed, no one had even thought about this person who sold drugs worth tens of billions of dollars into the federal territory. What actions did the drug lord take?

"Who is that person?" The motorcade turned a corner, and another large photo poster of a middle-aged Latino man appeared on the wall, with a big Spanish word "MUERTE" spray-painted on it in red spray paint.

"'MUERTE' means death. What's wrong with this person?" Before Jack set off this time, he deliberately made Spanish proficient, and his level has exceeded 99% of people in this Spanish-speaking country.

"This is a death notice." Lieutenant Lopez, who was holding the steering wheel, looked over and replied,

"These posters mean that Doza's people have marked him for death."

"What did this person do? Another mayor or official who issued anti-drug remarks?" Jason had obviously done some homework in advance.

However, what Rita Alfaro said surprised everyone, "Several of Doza's men kidnapped his daughter from the street and raped her, and then he called the police."

"I thought such sins were only recorded in the Bible." Sonny Quinn sighed, fully understanding Jack's previous words.

In fact, most Americans are accustomed to focusing on their own country. They can neither tell the difference between the Japanese and the Chinese, nor do they care about what their troops are doing in other countries.

Even a soldier like Sonny Quinn, who has been deployed to various parts of the world many times and is a well-informed soldier, only knows about Mexico, the neighboring country so close to the south, known as the backyard of North America. Only limited to sexy Latin beauties with slim waists and perky buttocks.

“In your country, power is backed by capital, but in Mexico, power is held by force. In this country, more people have died of violent crime in the past decade than in Iraq and Afghanistan combined. So, welcome to this place of despair Hell is right next to heaven."

Rita Alfaro kept everyone silent until the convoy drove into an abandoned factory surrounded by high walls, and no one was in the mood to say a word.

Watching the heavy steel rolling shutter door slowly rise, revealing two rows of heavily armed Mexican Marines standing neatly behind it, Jack always felt that this scene seemed familiar.

It's just that the last time he entered a similar place, he saw a heavily guarded prison, but this time, it was a military camp with an obviously higher security level.

Everyone got out of the car, and the SEALs were chewing gum, as if they were tourists who inadvertently broke into this place. They curiously looked at the arrangement of three steps, one post, and five steps around the high wall, and they all exchanged glances privately.

"We have eyes and ears at every military base and every police station in the country, so we converted this old factory into our base."

Rita Alfaro gave a brief introduction to everyone, then turned around to meet a nearly 50-year-old colonel wearing a military uniform with a big belly. This must be the Colonel Martinez she had mentioned before.

"I thought they were going to send soldiers here instead of some cowboys." The colonel lowered his head and muttered in Spanish to Rita Alfaro, who laughed dryly and stood behind him.

Jason's face suddenly turned ugly. Although he didn't understand Spanish, he knew it wouldn't be a good thing.

"Relax, it's just a Mexican grumble." Jack touched him with his shoulder seemingly casually and whispered.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake. If they want to complete the task, they cannot do without the help of the local people. The issue of trust can be discussed later. There is no need to stalemate the relationship immediately.

Although not every country can regain its dignity through the baptism of blood and fire like China after experiencing extremely humiliating modern history, even a country like Mexico that has been devastated by various forces using various methods In a country full of holes, there may still be some true patriots.

Especially when the other party is still a soldier, when he sees foreign troops setting foot on the land that he is supposed to protect, even if the other party comes with good intentions, he must not feel too good in his heart, and a little grumbling is inevitable. .

"I'm Major Eric Blackburn." Commander Eric Blackburn stepped forward, took the initiative to smile and shake hands with the other person.

"I am Colonel Francisco Martinez." The Mexican colonel extended his hand to shake his hand, and the two simply exchanged polite words such as welcome and thank you.

Colonel Martinez then said seriously, "Frankly speaking, I don't want you to come here, because it should be my duty to kill Doza."

"So how's your progress so far?" Jason obviously didn't understand Jack's implicit advice and stabbed the Mexican's lung tube directly.

Colonel Martinez put his hands on his hips, his slightly gloomy cheeks twitched, and he stared at Jason with a somewhat unkind look.

The atmosphere in front of Commander Eric Black was not right, so he quickly smoothed things over, "We are just here to help, and we will do our best, Colonel."

"Thank you." Colonel Martinez glanced at Jason again, his tone a little more sarcastic.

"If you guys are willing to abide by the rules, that will be the greatest help. Alcohol and women are prohibited here. Lieutenant Lopez will take your people to the barracks. After everyone has settled in, we will hold a combat meeting."

After saying that, he walked straight to Jason and said, "Sergeant Hayes, you are the direct leader of Team B, right?"

Jason's eyes hidden behind his sunglasses narrowed slightly, thinking that the other party was trying to find trouble, "Yes, that's right."

"Then, I will be at your disposal from now on." Seeing that Jason was a little dazed after hearing this, Colonel Martinez's mouth slightly turned up, showing an expression that was half-smiling.

"You understand what I mean?"

Jason frowned, understood what the other person meant, nodded expressionlessly, "I understand." After that, he turned and left.

This is a certain tacit understanding between soldiers. Take Commander Eric Blackburn as an example. His military rank is major, and all operations of Team B are nominally in charge of him.

But in actual operations, or in specific battles, the actual commander is always Jason as the sergeant major, because he is on the front line and has the power to make emergency decisions.

When Jason made a decision, even the commander at the rear, Eric Blackburn, could only raise objections afterwards and submit it to his superiors for decision. The simple understanding was that military orders outside the country would be ignored.

Colonel Martinez's meaning is simple. Later, he will also personally participate in front-line combat and integrate himself and his soldiers into the US military's combat system. During the battle, he will unconditionally obey Jason's command as a soldier.

His words were equivalent to handing over the command with his own hands. Although the order from above may have been like this, this low-key gesture of proactively showing kindness made Jason a little embarrassed and showed his previous aggressive attitude. Some villains.

Another old fox, Jack rolled his eyes silently in his heart and followed everyone into the barracks.

He first established rules, such as no drinking and no girls, and then he took the initiative to show his kindness. This Colonel Martinez is an interesting character.