Chapter 479 Too Close to "Heaven"
Seeing the two parting, Matt and Jack stepped forward. Matt glanced at the bucket of pure water held by Alejandro. He couldn't help but clicked his tongue, "Isn't this too much?"
Jack wasn't sure what his bucket of pure water was for, but thinking of what Matt said before, he wanted to see the FBI's methods. You can probably guess that it's not a good thing, and it should be a means to extract a confession.
The three of them continued walking along the corridor. Alejandro said as they walked, "My old friend just told me a rumor. The Sonora Group dug a new tunnel, and now it has become theirs." The main way into Arizona."
Matt grinned, "Hopefully Guillermo won't let us down."
Arriving at the door of a room, Michael's whistle came from inside. Matt shook his head and opened the door with a smirk on his face.
"It looks like you've given him a full belly of water. What a devil."
The black hood on Guillermo's face has been removed. This is a man who weighs more than 250 A fat man weighing 10 pounds, he was different from ordinary fat men who looked naive. This guy had a full face and a ponytail common among Indians.
The room was empty, except for Guillermo who was tied to a chair in the middle. There was only a table against the wall. Michael was sitting leisurely on the table, and there were already tables on the side. Five empty mineral water bottles.
Jack noticed that although Guillermo acted like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, when he saw the three of them entering the house, especially Alessandro, his lips trembled obviously. Suddenly, the pupils shrank suddenly.
"OK, my work is done, I'll leave the rest to you." Michael jumped off the table, clapped his hands easily, asked the other person to leave together, and turned off the camera when he left.
Hearing the door behind him being closed, Matt approached Guillermo with a smile, "You didn't expect us to successfully transport you here, did you?"
"I don't speak English. ." Guillermo shook the flesh on his face and tried to maintain a nonchalant expression.
"What a coincidence, I brought you two friends, and they happen to speak Spanish."
After saying that, he turned to look at Jack and Alejandro, "Which one of you Come first?”
Jack took the initiative to step aside, "I said, I only have one question, let's leave it for last."
Matt walked to the table, sat directly on it, and made a gesture of please, Ya Alesandro placed the bucket of pure water in his hand on the ground, walked over to Guillermo expressionlessly, and pressed his knee against his lower abdomen.
"You're about to know what hell is like here, Mr. Yang."
After saying that, he pushed hard, and Guillermo was filled with water because he was filled with water. , the bladder that was already protesting sent a whine to the brain that was unable to persist.
“No, Medellin!”
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Five hours later, as the sun set, Matt and Alejandro got the answers they wanted, but Jack got nothing.
After helping Guillermo disassemble his long-disrepaired joints three times, Jack reluctantly confirmed that this guy was too low-level and knew nothing about Ian Doyle. .
Leaving the interrogation room, Matt and Alejandro left in a hurry. They had obtained specific information about the tunnel and needed to find someone to confirm it.
The people who are most familiar with the border situation are naturally those illegal immigrants who have gone through all kinds of hardships to enter the United States from Mexico, so they also took Jane with them.
Jane has acquaintances in ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) and is a woman, making her the best person to communicate with the frightened Mexicans.
After a long night of careless sleep, Jack went up to the rooftop, once again alone, and cut off a small section of the burned part. He lit the unfinished cigar again and looked at the mountains in the distance. Under the dark night, the nearby city of El Paso was dimly lit. This is a small city with a population of only a few hundred thousand, and the city layout is very loose. Dots of street lights barely outline the outline of the entire city.
Looking further into the distance, Ciudad Juárez, across the river from El Paso, is extremely lively, with more than a hundred people crowded into the already small urban area. Thousands of people, the lights are bright at this time, giving people the illusion that the opposite side is a prosperous developed country.
Before Jack had even taken two puffs on half of his cigar, he heard at least three gun battles breaking out in the distant city. The rattling gunshots were vague, but extremely clear, and there were even Tracer bullets from machine guns pierced the night sky.
"Are you watching the fireworks?" Michael's mean voice came from behind.
Before he finished speaking, a ball of fire suddenly burst out in the distance. The huge explosion instantly suffocated the entire city of Juarez. Although it was more than ten kilometers away, it was still clearly audible.
Jack did not look back, and curled up the corners of his mouth in a subtle way, "You must have seen this kind of scene often when you were in Syria."
Michael rubbed his hands and came closer, "Actually, it's not Fortunately, I can sleep peacefully most of the time there."
He paused and handed Jack a wine bottle with some reluctance, "A bottle of 'Arak' in exchange. One of your Cubans”
Jack smiled and handed him a cannon and took the flask. He was surprised to find that it was a PLA 83-style kettle. The corners of his eyes twitched and his face became a little ugly.
“I exchanged this for an M1911 from a very famous local winemaker. This kind of ‘Arak’ brewed with dates is quite rare.”
Michael will The cannon was put under his nose and smelled, and he took a deep breath as if intoxicated. It was completely dark at this time, and he did not notice the change in Jack's micro-expression.
“This wine bottle is very interesting. I have never seen it before.” Jack tried hard to maintain his expression. He unscrewed the lid and smelled it as if nothing had happened. The smell of alcohol that filled his nose was filled with a strong anise flavor. , this degree is probably no less than the "water of life".
“Oh, it was a gift from the winemaker. It is said to have come from one of his friends in Seris. You know, Damascus has been very close to that big eastern country in the past two years.”
Jack shrugged, his face returned to normal, he lit the lighter with a clang, and lit the cigarette for Michael. The latter took two puffs, his face full of joy, completely unaware that the FBI in front of him had just gone through a hundred kinds of evil death in his heart. own plan.
“This is what happens after cutting off the chicken’s head.” Michael sighed as he looked at the chaotic scene in the distance.
Jack had just recovered his thoughts and turned around three times in his mind before he understood that this was American slang for leaderless, and nodded in agreement.
“Yes, because they are too close to ‘heaven’.”
At the end of the month, please give me some monthly tickets and sacrifice a new book from a friend.
Destiny passes from now on, I will draw a tributary for it.
It is said that destiny cannot be violated, so I am lucky.
《I will forge a new destiny》
(End of this chapter)