Chapter 483 Infiltration
Jack looked at the time, it was just before 8pm, which was more than enough time.
Not long after, Jack turned onto Route 17 at Alejandro's prompt. The police car drove wildly in the dark night at a dangerous speed of more than 90 miles (145 kilometers) per hour.
Jack's perception was fully activated. This was the first time he drove at such speed at night on a highway without street lights after his small driving skills were upgraded to master level.
Alejandro, who was in the back seat, subconsciously fastened his seat belt. After hesitating for a long time, he said, "We can definitely catch up. There is no need to drive so fast."
"It's not a big problem. The quality of this highway exceeds any road I have driven in California."
Jack shrugged indifferently. With the double bonus of skills and attributes, he did not dare to say that it was possible. If you follow the example of those "Quick Family Guys" and perform the maneuvers that would make Mr. Newton lift up the coffin board, but if you hold your chin with one hand and go to the bottom of the mountain to deliver a tofu or something, then there will definitely be no problem.
“Because the border highways in these remote areas were built by the DU cartel to facilitate the transportation of drugs.”
Alessandro’s answer did not surprise Jack. , just like the Medellin Group where he lives now, during the most glorious period of the 1980s, Pablo Escobar relied on the huge funds obtained from DU trafficking
for his hometown In Envigado City, a total of 32 kindergartens, 23 primary schools, 11 private middle schools, 7 public middle schools, 4 vocational night schools and 2 universities have been established with donations.
In Medellín, where this group is located, "Pablo Communities" have been built throughout the city, completely eliminating those slums built with cardboard, as well as countless volleyball courts, basketball courts, football fields, parks and Hospital.
It is quite ironic that in this land where no light can be seen, white powder has become the only hope for the poor.
Michael said before that it would take at least 20 minutes to catch up with Diaz. In fact, it only took Jack less than 15 minutes to see the taillights of the black Mercedes-Benz. This guy seemed to like Mercedes-Benz very much. Both sides have the same style.
"Is it him? The license plate number is RIN31B7." There were no other vehicles on the secluded road, Jack asked in the channel.
"Yes, we have been watching him." Michael replied.
Jack immediately turned on his police lights, sounded the siren, and turned on the headlights.
The Mercedes-Benz turned on its red brake lights and slowly stopped on the side of the road. Jack looked back at Alejandro. Whether it was a pistol or an HK417, they were all loaded with large-caliber ammunition. He could shoot him with one shot. This guy might die, so we can only look at him.
The latter nodded slightly, indicating that there was no problem. Jack adjusted his police uniform, turned on the megaphone, and shouted in Spanish, "The driver of the Mercedes-Benz in front of you, get out of the car immediately."
Seeing that the other party made no move, Jack repeated in an arrogant tone, "Get out of the car, you bastard!"
The car door finally opened slowly, and Diaz, wearing a high-end casual suit, walked out of the station with a swagger. At the back of the car, facing the desperate police car in front of him, his tone was even more arrogant than Jack's.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Aim." Jack muttered lowly, opened the door and got out of the car, standing at the front of the car.
Diaz was blinded by the headlights. He squinted and raised his hands to cover his eyes, trying to see clearly the appearance of the bold policeman in front of him. At the same time, he yelled, "How dare you stop me? I don't want to live anymore." "?"
"BIU!" There was a soft sound, and a blood flower bloomed on his left calf. At the same time, Jack stepped forward and kicked him away from the waist. The pistol was drawn. "Get down!" Diaz, who was still trying to struggle, was severely stepped on by a big foot on his back, unable to move. Before he could figure out the situation, Diaz shouted, "I am the leader of Sonora."
"Of course I know who you are, Manuel Diaz, you bastard." Alejandro quickly stepped forward with an MP5 submachine gun with a silencer and stepped on his face. Go up, twist it left and right, and swallow the rest of his words.
"Now, you have to take me to find your boss. If you dare to act rashly, 20 niggas will come to take turns serving your three daughters who are left in Phoenix City."
When Diaz heard his voice, the color on his face that was still grinning instantly disappeared, "It's you"
Watching Alejandro escorting him into the Mercedes, Jack returned to the police car , drove the police car off the highway, parked it in a field nearby, turned off the car and took out the car key.
Then he took out the mobile phone that had been hidden inside from the compartment of his backpack and sent a message to Justin, "Follow me."
Hiding his phone again, he picked up his backpack and was about to get out of the car when he unexpectedly saw a photo on the driver's seat. It was a family photo of a family of three.
The boy in the photo looked to be only seven or eight years old. , stepping on a football under his feet, revealing a missing front tooth, and his innocent smile was extremely bright.
Jack sighed silently, put the photo in his arms, got out of the car, ran a few steps quickly, and got into the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz.
The advantage of driving an automatic car is that you don’t need your left leg. After Diaz tied a tourniquet on himself, he gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain and continued driving.
An hour later, the Mercedes-Benz turned onto a private road that was wider and smoother than the main road. It slowed down and stopped. A bodyguard with an AK on his chest came forward and shined a flashlight on the driver's seat. .
"I am Manuel Diaz." Diaz, who looked a little pale, said with trembling lips.
"Of course I know who you are." The bodyguard didn't notice anything strange, picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "It's Manuel, safe, let go."
Just before he The moment he put down the walkie-talkie, "BIU" a gunshot rang out, and Alejandro, who was hiding in the back seat, shot him in the head.
The trunk of the Mercedes-Benz opened automatically. Jack, who was hiding inside, got out of the car. After confirming that no one was around, he turned off the fallen flashlight and walkie-talkie, stuffed it into the body's pocket, and dragged it into the car beside him. Security room, then his figure flashed and disappeared into the darkness.
The Mercedes-Benz started again. A few minutes later, a magnificent villa with a classical palace style appeared in front of us. The Mercedes-Benz slowly stopped. As two huge iron doors slowly opened, three people Heavily armed bodyguards came out to greet him.
"Mr. Diaz?" Seeing the Mercedes-Benz stopping at the door and not moving, three bodyguards stepped forward in confusion.
I saw Diaz in the driver's seat holding his throat, blood flowing down from between his fingers.
"BIU! BIU! BIU!" Weak gunshots sounded continuously, bullets were fired from the front and back, instantly knocking the three bodyguards to the ground.
The next moment, Alejandro emerged from behind the car, and Jack walked out of the flower bed inside the wall, holding his HK417.
Asking for monthly tickets at the end of the month
(End of this chapter)