Chapter 599: Some trivial matters before departure
The departure time was set at 6 a.m. the next day. Everyone had one day to settle their family affairs and say goodbye to their relatives. That afternoon, Jack visited Jason Hayes. At home, his wife Alana is recovering well and looks pretty good.
Perhaps because of almost losing something, someone learns to cherish things more. Although he still behaves like a hands-off shopkeeper at home, as long as his wife looks at her, he will obediently accompany her to help.
Seeing Jason clumsily helping, Jack and Sonny Quinn, who were sitting on the sofa, clinked the beer bottles in their hands and smiled at each other.
Like most stable military families, Jason has a house of his own, a pair of well-behaved and sensible children, and a beautiful and virtuous blonde wife who can be busy while he is on missions. Working hard to support everything.
If anything, thanks to the FBI who appeared out of nowhere, the Jetsons paid off their mortgage early and saved enough money for their two children's education.
Alanna’s cooking skills are not great, but she still managed to feed three big-bellied men. After drinking and eating, she saw Jason taking out a black hooded jumper from the closet. shirt, there was a trace of suspicion in the eyes of the blonde wife.
"We're just going to the bar to get together for a while. We'll be back soon. The guys are all waiting there." Jason hugged his wife and kissed her, acting as if nothing had happened.
Alanna stared at his eyes for a long time, still a little worried and told him to go home early, and then let go of his neck.
After leaving Jason's house, Deputy Ray Perry had already been waiting outside in an old Ford pickup truck. Several burly men opened the door and got into the car, squeezing the back seat into the car. It’s got to be full.
Jack took out a black hoodie from the travel bag under the passenger seat and put it on. He turned to his deputy Ray Perry and said, "I think Alana noticed something."
No. Waiting for Ray Perry in the driver's seat to speak, Sonny Quinn, who was crowded in the back seat with Jason, curled her lips disdainfully, "Jason has never been able to hide anything from Alana. There is nothing, except when we execute He didn't have any secrets in front of Alanna about the missions he had completed."
"Hey, what are you talking about?" Jason became angry and slapped him on the back of the head. The combined weight of the two was more than 100,000 pounds. The 500-pound man started making moves in the back seat.
Ray Perry, who was driving the car, was a little worried that his car would be torn apart by these two guys, so he quickly interrupted, "Stop making trouble, Clay has been staring at that kid all night, let's go over there and take care of this matter." Get rid of it."
Jack followed them to do "bad things". The black guy who almost killed Alana was the boss of a local gang. He had a bad record. Thanks to radical criminal justice reform, this guy was out on bail just as he was in jail.
When the SEALs found out about this, their lungs almost exploded. Before, Jason's wife was recuperating at home, and it was inconvenient for him to travel between his home and the base. Now that his wife has fully recovered, Team B will go to Mexico tomorrow, so of course It's about settling this matter tonight.
Half an hour later, the Ford pickup truck stopped outside a bar. Clay Spencer, also wearing a dark hoodie and covering his head with a hat, sneakily emerged from the roadside. squeezed into the back seat.
“I asked a friend to find out. That bastard named Marcus hangs out here every Wednesday, selling small pills with his two men inside. I watched them go in and squat outside. It's been two hours and he should be out soon."
After he finished speaking, everyone in the car looked at Jack in the passenger seat, making him startled. "Why are you looking at me like this? ?"
Jason and deputy team member Ray Perry said in unison, "Of course we are waiting for your plan to do it."
"Only you guys know how to do this kind of thing without leaving any trace."
Jack was dumbfounded, so that's why these guys had to drag him along, right?
“But I am the FBI!”
“Stop talking nonsense, the federal police are also spies, and we don’t want to be visited by the military police afterwards.” Jason was quite impatient.
"Fakeyou, you guys are a bunch of shit." After following these stinky soldiers for a long time, Jack has a tendency to use swear words as a catchphrase.
Even after scolding him, he took out a telescope that he had prepared a long time ago. While observing the surrounding terrain, he thought about how to do it later.
"The alley next to it is nice. You guys will ambush in it later. I will pretend to buy contraband and trick them into coming here, and then..." Jack made a downward gesture.
“OK, it’s up to you.” Ray Perry said and was about to start the pickup truck again, but was held down by Jack.
“There is a camera at the door of the bar. Although I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing, it’s best not to pass by the door. Get out of the car, change the license plate first, go around the street behind to the other end of the alley, and back up. Come in, we can retreat directly after we take action."
After that, Jack got out of the car first, put his hood over his head, shook his legs like a gangster, and walked towards the bar. "Professional, worthy of being a professional." Ray Perry gave him a thumbs up.
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“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Under the quiet night, in the dark alley, between the fist and the body A cordial greeting was issued, followed by a muffled scream that was blocked in the throat.
"Crack!" Several tooth-grinding sounds of fractures were heard, followed by several feeble grunts, and gradually there was no movement.
The one-sided beating that lasted less than ten minutes ended. With a sharp squeaking sound of tires rapidly rubbing against the ground, a pickup truck quickly drove out of the alley, its red taillights flashing in the dark night. .
Beating a few gangsters and breaking their hands and feet is not even a warm-up for a few seals, but compared to the unscrupulous behavior overseas, doing such things in China is more difficult for them. It seems more exciting.
When Ray Perry drove some distance away, several guys couldn't help but howl.
"Jack, what was your last move? Is that bastard going to die?" Jason asked with some worry.
He originally planned to break the hands and feet of these guys and teach them a lesson, but before leaving, he saw Jack pressing the back of the neck of the black guy named Marcus, who was still like a fish out of water. The same guy who was struggling there lost his voice at that time.
"Cervical vertebra dislocation, I destroyed some of his nerves, so this guy can only lie in bed for the rest of his life, and can no longer go out to harm others."
Jack said it lightly A chilling statement.
"Uh, isn't this too harsh?" Clay Spencer was silent for a while and said in a cowardly tone.
The seals suddenly fell silent. Even though they were killing people like crazy, they were performing tasks. When they returned home to rest, each one looked more like a good boy than the last one.
Even when I run into some trouble, as long as it doesn't involve family members, I usually choose to swallow my anger or let the authorities intervene, for fear that if I just fight back, it will be insignificant and someone will die.
Usually, as part of the state's violent machine, these people know better than anyone how fragile individual power is against this violent machine.
Of course, that’s just the usual situation. A rabbit that’s cornered bites someone, a special soldier that’s cornered, eh.
“You don’t think you’re just interrupting these guys? If you use your hands and feet, this matter will be over, right?" Jack asked the soldiers in one sentence.
"What else? They don't know who did it." Jason really didn't know this. There were almost two worlds in the military camp and outside the military camp.
Although their homes are outside the military camp, family members usually form a relatively fixed social circle, and this circle is basically limited to military family members and military family members.
SEAL Team 6 still has a discipline of secrecy. Their neighbors at most know that they are soldiers, but they will never know which unit they serve for.
This is also one of the reasons why it is difficult for many federal veterans to readjust to society. Of course, there are many other factors. A careful study was enough to make Jack Water hand over more than a dozen social psychology papers to Maureen Car. Professor Hill.
“Although Marcus is just the leader of a small gang, without abolishing him, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not come to your family to cause trouble after he recovers.
What if he finds out that we should deal with it? I am not from a rival gang, who do you think he will find first? For gang members, this kind of thing does not require evidence, just suspicion is enough."
Jack silenced everyone with just one sentence. When no one answered, he felt the need to further remind these stupid soldiers.
If it was the kind of bastards who wantonly attacked civilians in foreign lands in his previous life, he would not bother to do anything about it, but after all, the members of Team B are the shining examples of this world, and Jack felt that there was no need to let them live a cruel life.
“No matter what trouble you encounter outside the military camp, remember to think of me as a friend in the FBI first. Don’t think you can handle everything. The rules outside the military camp are completely different from those you are familiar with. Before you feel like things are going to get messed up, you might as well give me a call first."
"Same for you, buddy." Jason patted Jack's shoulder gratefully, "If you need our help in the future, Just ask.”
(End of Chapter)