The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

"Wait a minute, something's wrong." Jack suddenly stopped him.

Major Blackburn at the operations center was about to find someone to make an anonymous call to that number. When he heard someone refuting Jason's order on the communication channel, he asked in surprise, "Bravo1, what's going on?"

Seven or eight meters away from Jack, Jason, who was pretending to choose a drink in front of a fruit shaved ice stand, also looked at him covertly, "Bravo7, what happened?"

"I think we're together." As soon as Jack stepped into the square, he felt something was wrong.

To be honest, the plainclothes tracking skills of the seals are a bit rough. Whenever so many burly men appear in an open place, it will look particularly eye-catching.

But there seemed to be a group of guys with rougher jobs at the scene, and they didn't know how to restrain their gaze.

"Bravo1, the tattooed guy in a red vest at 10 o'clock, Bravo6, the guy in a vest at 6 o'clock, and the beautiful woman in a dress picking flowers, Bravo3, you stared at her butt for almost five minutes. It's been a few minutes and you haven't noticed anything wrong with her?"

Everyone was shocked by what Jack said, and after observing for a while, they all noticed the problem.

The guys named by Jack all looked towards the same place intentionally or unintentionally - a small fountain surrounded by people. Many people were sitting around the fountain and were resting.

"Bravo7, why do I feel like these people are not here to ambush us?" Jason retracted his hand reaching for the Glock 19 (a mysterious version of the Glock 17) behind his waist and asked in a low voice.

Jack had also discovered the target at this time. To be precise, it was the target targeted by another group of people. "The little man wearing a blue Armani suit next to the small fountain. Those people were going for him."

"Bravo7, is it possible that he is our target?" Mandy Ellis's voice came from the channel.

Jack turned around, with his back to the little man in the suit, and picked up the camera and pretended to take a selfie, "The photo has been sent, now it's up to you, the CIA and Miss Rita Alfaro, CISEN (Mexican Center for Investigation and Security) ) speed."

"Received, identifying it, can you confirm what is going on at the scene?" Mandy Ellis asked.

"If I had to guess, Doza obviously also discovered this idiot subordinate who didn't turn off the phone and change the number according to his orders. These people are here to scare the monkeys."

As he spoke, Jack had changed his position and came to the side and behind the man with the tattoo on the vest and the beauty in the white dress. He could clearly see the bulging hard object on the tattooed man's lower back.

He still had nothing to say. No matter how cunning Doza was, he had been fighting CISEN and the Marines led by Colonel Martinez for two years. There was no reason for him to suddenly be so sensitive at this time.

Less than two hours after the raid, almost all relevant numbers were shut down. This was not a timely response that a huge drug trafficking group could make under normal circumstances.

This only shows one thing. Someone not only informed Doza of the official U.S. intervention in advance, but also continued to update him with intelligence after that.

In other words, there is a high-level traitor in Colonel Martinez's seemingly well-guarded military camp!

"What should we do? Just watch him get beaten to death?" asked Ray Perry, who was waiting in a car next to the square.

"Waiting for the opportunity, they seem to have arrived before us, and they haven't taken action until now. Apparently there are too many people at the scene and they don't want to make too much noise. Bravo1, what do you think?" Although Jack firmly believed in his judgment, The decision still needs to be made by the on-site commander.

"Bravo7, I agree with your judgment, but if according to your statement, the other party also belongs to Doza's subordinates, can we?" Jason obviously had some other ideas.

Jack said he could give it a try, "Let's see the opportunity, Bravo3, are you interested in meeting a girl from Mexico?"

"Huh?" Sonny's eyes showed clear stupidity. He subconsciously glanced at Jack's position, then quickly turned back and continued bargaining with a vendor selling handicrafts.

Time passed slowly, and just as Jack sent the photos of his suspects back to the operations center one by one under various disguises of pretending to take selfies, the identity of the short man wearing a blue Armani suit was finally confirmed.

"Dandin Vega, born in Guadalajara, is 30 years old but has an 18-year criminal record, including extortion, extortion, and fraud. Most of the crimes after the age of 25 are related to economic crimes. Congratulations, you have found Doza." secret middleman.”

Mandy Ellis' excited voice came from the channel, "Can you get him back directly? He should be able to guide us to Doza."

"It's a bit difficult." Jason was a little embarrassed. "There is a woman on the opposite side who is responsible for watching, and there are three nervous gunmen. There are too many people in the square. Once the action is taken, the consequences are unpredictable, and it is easy to cause panic and stampede among the crowd."

"Bravo1." Major Blackburn's voice came from the channel again, "Keep an eye on the target and act according to the situation, but it must not cause public panic or large-scale civilian casualties. Remember, we are in Mexico now."

"Copy that." Before Jason finished speaking, he saw Dantin Vega standing up to answer the phone, and then hurriedly walked towards the square.

"Operation center, this is Bravo1, HVT got on a white Mercedes-Benz, Bravo7 is ready for action." At the same time as Jason gave the order, except for Jack and Sonny, the rest of the team members quickly walked towards the other side of the square.

Team B drove two cars this time, and Ray Perry was driving one of them and was already waiting at the roadside. At the same time, Jack and Sonny silently walked behind the girl in the dress.

It seemed that the girl was only responsible for surveillance. The three gunmen had already got into an old Nissan Honda car and followed the white Mercedes-Benz, leaving the girl alone.

"Hey, beauty, are you interested in coming with us?" As he spoke, Sonny put his hands on the girl's slender waist.

"Go away!" The girl's angry words stopped as soon as she left her mouth. The right hand that reached into the small bag was firmly held by Jack, and at the same time, something hard was pressed against her waist.

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Without mercy, Sonny gagged the girl's mouth with a rag, tied her hands and feet together and threw her into the trunk. In this way, the kidnapping that took place in broad daylight was completed.

Clay Spencer, who drove car No. 2 to pick up the two, looked at the two kidnappers a little differently.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm just an accomplice."

Sonny raised his hands innocently, "I don't even know what happened, Jack dislocated the other person's wrist, and then lightly touched her neck like this."

He imitated Jack's actions just now and made a gesture, "The girl fainted. What is this, Jack? Are you trying to kill me?"

"It's just a technique for compressing the arterial sinuses. It evolved from the hand knife of Krav Maga." Jack explained casually.

Soon, their No. 2 car caught up with Jason's No. 1 car. There were drones watching from the sky, and the two cars on the ground were alternately tracking, whether it was the white Mercedes-Benz in the front or the broken car driven by the three gunmen behind. Even Honda failed to notice these oriole behind them.

Soon, the white Mercedes-Benz drove into a one-way street and stopped in front of a pink building. Dantin Vega got out of the car and threw the car keys to the parking boy in a cool manner, looking at them. The way they greeted each other seemed to be very familiar.

"Combat center, this is Bravo 1. The HVT stopped and entered a building... uh... entered a club located in our 11 o'clock direction." Car No. 1 stopped far away, and Jason reported in the car.

Car No. 2 driven by Clay Spencer passed them directly and pulled over near the next intersection.

When they passed in front of the club, they could just see the signboard. Clay Spencer read out the two Spanish words above with some difficulty, "Sentimental Woodware Store? What is this?"

"This is a strip club." Lisa Davis, the logistics support officer in the operations center who has been watching the drone footage, said angrily.

"Wow, I'm home, let me get off the car." Sonny suddenly became very excited.

"Will they do anything inside?" Before Ray Perry finished speaking, Jason had already begun to check the pistol, because the broken Honda that the three gunmen were riding in circled around and stopped at the main entrance.

"It seems like this. We have to stop them from killing Dantin Vega. Sonny, Jack and I went in, and the others were responsible for the front and back doors, all watching with wide eyes."