Chapter 475 Alejandro’s Story


Chapter 475 Alejandro’s Story

Jack opened a can of beer, walked into the bathroom, and turned on the shower faucet. Although this was a military dormitory, he had also checked it. In theory, there was no possibility of being bugged. possible.

But since we are dealing with the CIA now, it would never be wrong to be cautious.

Alejandro’s story is not complicated. As a Colombian prosecutor, he lives a good life and has a successful career. He has a wife who loves him deeply and a well-behaved and sensible daughter. His only regret may be My daughter lost her hearing due to illness.

And this beautiful life turned into a nightmare after he sued several Mexican DU traffickers.

Strictly speaking, Alejandro was not very righteous in his career as a prosecutor. After all, in these countries, the entire family of officials who dared to publicly declare war on DU traffickers was basically killed.

Alejandro can only say that he has retained the basic limits, and more or less has some sympathy for the suffering people at the bottom of the country. However, even this little limit has made He became a thorn in the side of some people.

On a leisurely sunny afternoon, a group of DU traffickers from Mexico broke into Alejandro's home and ravaged his wife and daughter under 10 years old in front of him. He also beheaded his wife and threw his daughter into a barrel filled with sulfuric acid.

From that day on, Alejandro abandoned his humanity and became a killer who lived only for revenge.

He moves among various forces, including cartel groups, gangster police, dirty politicians, CIA, or others who want to use him to eliminate competitors.

Anyone can cooperate and hire him, but the way of hiring is not money, but providing him with the opportunity for revenge.

The third person in the Sonora Group they are going to deal with this time, Fausto Alarcon, nicknamed "The Executioner", is one of Alejandro's revenge targets.

This tragic story made Jane shudder, and she understood why Jack warned her before. Such a person may not care about other people's eyes, but he also doesn't mind silencing people who know the secrets of his past.

"Sounds like someone from the Mexican Marine Corps or the Brazilian BOPE special police action force."

After reading the information provided by Jack, Jane also spent time She had a good understanding of the current status of the drug trade in Latin America. Of course, the main method was Gu Ge. The two forces she mentioned were both anti-drug pioneers in their countries.

The members of Brazilian BOPE are almost all people who have been persecuted by drug traffickers and are determined to protect their homeland with their lives, which is naturally tragic.

When dealing with drug dealers, they are extremely ruthless and never even care whether stray bullets will hurt innocent people.

The Mexican Marine Corps can be called the last ray of light in Mexico's anti-drug cause, because in that country, the local police have been completely corrupted and corrupted. The federal police are slightly better, but only slightly better.

The Marine Corps, which has been floating on the sea all year round and has hardly been corrupted by drug dealers, has become the only place where young people who long for revenge because their relatives died at the hands of drug dealers can go.

This is why the unknown old sergeant major emphasized that after entering the country, anyone may be an enemy.

Jack shook his head, "Alejandro is different from them. He will also cooperate with some cartel groups just to avenge their competitors. His true identity now is actually a hired killer of the Medellin Group."

"Waterfake?" Jane cursed in disbelief, "How is it possible, how could the CIA cooperate with the DU cartel?" Jack laughed dumbly, "The Medellin Group has long been not the same person it once was. So arrogant But this is a super drug empire, who do you think is standing behind them now?

Since the death of Pablo Escobar, this group has become chained. A dog, the other end of the leash , has been held in the hands of Langley (CIA headquarters, referring to CIA)"

Jian pursed his lips, looking annoyed, "Is it too late for me to withdraw now?"


Jack rolled his eyes. This girl is not stupid. She actually knows how to be afraid now, but it's a pity that it's too late.

“Don’t think so much. In their eyes, we, the FBI, are just a piece of paper to wipe your ass. The only reason they are willing to take us with them is because they need the FBI to sign the final report to confirm the entire operation. The legality is the same as before."

He paused and suggested with a serious expression, "Of course, after this matter is over, you'd better apply for transfer from your current position. The border job is not allowed. It's suitable for you. If you want to pursue a career, there are many better ways."

Nowadays, Jane's main focus is to listen to advice, whether it is the unexploded bomb before or what she has seen in the past two days. She realized that even if she went to the streets and had gunfights with suspects every day, she would be safer than dealing with drug dealers at the border. After all, who doesn't have one or two relatives they care about?

After telling the story, Jack crushed the empty can in his hand and threw it into the trash can. He picked up Jane, put it on the washstand, lowered his head and kissed her. This story is not in vain. , it’s time to get paid.

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Early the next morning, a group of six Saberbans drove onto the highway from El Paso to Juarez. Jack drove the bulletproof Saberban that Emily had obtained. Driving at the front of the convoy.

Matt was sitting in the passenger seat, with Alejandro and Jane in the back seat. Matt’s partner Michael was in the back car, in the same car as the two old bailiffs.

Half an hour later, the border crossing point was in sight. There was no need for inspection from the United States to Mexico. A Black Hawk followed all the way until the convoy passed the bridge and crossed the border point. Then he turned around and returned.

There is not much scenery along the way. A desert is dotted with dots of green, which are some unknown drought-resistant plants, from Arizona, New Mexico to Texas, the United States and Mexico The border is mostly like this.

In addition to the highway and the high-voltage power towers along the way, the most eye-catching thing is a long border wall composed of four to five meters high barbed wire.

There was a checkpoint on both sides of the border point. Jack entered Mexico smoothly without slowing down. Almost less than a kilometer after leaving the checkpoint, the road suddenly began to bump.

“Watch the speed.” Matt finally spoke, breaking the silence in the car.

In fact, without his reminding, Jack had already slowed down the speed to 40 miles. If he went faster, he was worried that the broken road would cause his head to break through the roof of the car.

Two police motorcycles, sirens blaring, caught up with the convoy, followed by more than a dozen vehicles already parked on the roadside waiting, and a police convertible pickup truck painted in dark blue also followed. , protecting the entire convoy in the middle.

Jack gently braked and let the two pickup trucks pass him and come to the front of the truck to clear the way. He also observed the two-person team in the truck, wearing black masks and looking like very elite Mexican federal special police.

The rear compartment of every police pickup truck painted in blue and white is equipped with a thick guardrail. A machine gun rack is welded to the guardrail, and an M249SAW light machine gun is mounted on it.

At this time, the convoy has entered the city, and densely packed buildings began to appear along the way. These shabby small buildings, one next to the other, only two or three stories high, with peeling exterior walls, made Jack feel... I dreamed back to the 1990s in my previous life, and had the illusion of an urban-rural fringe that only existed in the fourth- and fifth-tier small cities in Seris.

(End of this chapter)

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