Chapter 601 Colonel Martinez
Jack was quite dumbfounded. What the hell, only 4 frontal photos were taken in 20 years. The portrait of the most cunning and elusive drug trafficker leader in the eyes of the CIA and DEA was just like this. Posted all over the streets and alleys.
I don’t know if they have any special definition of a clear frontal photo, or whether before the unfortunate DEA agent was killed, no one had even considered the value of selling it into the federal territory. What action does the multi-billion dollar drug lord take?
“Who is that person?” The motorcade turned a corner, and another large photo poster of a middle-aged Latino man appeared on the wall, with a big Spanish word spray-painted on it in red spray paint. "MUERTE".
""MUERTE" means death, what's wrong with this person?" Before setting off this time, Jack deliberately made his Spanish proficient, and his level has exceeded 99% of people in this Spanish-speaking country.
"This is a death notice." Lieutenant Lopez, who was holding the steering wheel, looked over and replied,
"These posters mean that Doza's people have marked him to kill him."
< br>"What did this person do? Another mayor or official who issued anti-drug remarks?" Jason had obviously done some homework in advance.
However, what Rita Alfaro said surprised everyone, "Several of Doza's men kidnapped his daughter from the street and raped her, and then he reported it to the police."
“I thought such sins were only recorded in the Bible.” Sonny Quinn sighed, fully understanding Jack’s previous words.
In fact, most Americans are accustomed to focusing on their own country. They can neither tell the difference between the Japanese and the Chinese, nor do they care about what their troops are doing in other countries.
Even a soldier like Sonny Quinn, who has been deployed to various parts of the world many times and can be called a well-informed soldier, has a close neighbor to the south, known as the back garden of North America. In Mexico, the only thing I know about is Latin beauties with various styles, thin waists and perky buttocks.
“In your country, power is backed by capital, but in Mexico, power is held by force. In this country, more people have died from violent crimes in the past decade than in Iraq and Afghanistan combined, so , welcome to this hell of despair, just next to heaven."
Rita Alfaro kept everyone silent until the convoy drove into an abandoned factory surrounded by high walls, and no one was there anymore. Say something if you are in the mood.
Watching the heavy steel rolling shutter door slowly rise, revealing two rows of heavily armed Mexican Marines standing neatly behind it, Jack always felt that this scene seemed familiar.
It's just that the last time he entered a similar place, he saw a heavily guarded prison, but this time, it was a military camp with an obviously higher security level.
Everyone got out of the car, and the SEALs were chewing gum, as if they were tourists who inadvertently broke into this place. They curiously looked at the arrangement of three steps, one post, five steps and one post around the high wall, and they all exchanged glances privately.
"There are eyes and ears in every military base and every police station in this country, so we converted this old factory into our base."
Rita ·Alfaro gave a brief introduction to everyone, then turned around to meet a nearly 50-year-old colonel wearing a military uniform with a big belly. This must be the Colonel Martinez she mentioned before.
“I thought they were going to send soldiers here instead of some cowboys.” The colonel lowered his head and muttered in Spanish to Rita Alfaro, who laughed dryly and stood next to him. behind.
Jason's face suddenly turned ugly. Although he didn't understand Spanish, he knew it wouldn't be a good thing.
"Relax, it's just a Mexican grumble." Jack touched him with his shoulder seemingly casually and whispered.
As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake. If they want to complete their mission, they cannot do without the help of local people. The issue of trust can be discussed later. There is no need to stalemate the relationship immediately.
Although not every country can regain its dignity through the baptism of blood and fire like China after experiencing extremely humiliating modern history, but even a country like Mexico that has been used by various forces to In a country riddled with holes caused by this kind of behavior, there may still be some true patriots.
Especially when the other party is still a soldier, when he sees foreign troops setting foot on the land that he is supposed to protect, even if the other party comes with good intentions, he must not feel too good about it. , a little grumbling is inevitable. "I'm Major Eric Blackburn." Commander Eric Blackburn stepped forward, took the initiative to smile and shake hands with the other person.
"I am Colonel Francisco Martinez." The Mexican colonel extended his hand to shake his hand, and the two simply exchanged polite words such as welcome and thank you.
Colonel Martinez then said seriously, "Frankly speaking, I don't want you to come here, because it should be my duty to kill Doza."
"Then How's your progress so far?" Jason obviously didn't understand Jack's implicit advice and stabbed the Mexican's lung tube directly.
Colonel Martinez put his hands on his waist, his slightly gloomy cheeks twitched, and he stared at Jason with a somewhat unkind look.
The atmosphere in front of Commander Eric Black was not right, so he quickly smoothed things over, "We are just here to help, and we will do our best, Colonel."
"Thank you." Colonel Martinez glanced at Jason again, There was a bit more sarcasm in his tone.
"If you are willing to abide by the rules, that will be the greatest help. Alcohol and women are prohibited here. Lieutenant Lopez will take your people to the barracks. After everyone has settled in, we will hold a meeting Combat meeting."
After that, he walked straight to Jason, "Sergeant Hayes, you are the direct leader of Team B, right?"
Jason hid behind his sunglasses. His eyes narrowed slightly, thinking that the other party wanted to find trouble, "Yes, that's right."
"Then, I will be at your disposal from now on." Seeing that Jason was a little dazed after hearing this, Colonel Martinez's mouth slightly turned up, showing an expression that was half-smiling.
“Do you understand what I mean?”
Jason frowned, understood the other person’s implication, and nodded expressionlessly, “I understand. "After that, he turned around and left.
This is a certain tacit understanding between soldiers. Take commander Eric Blackburn as an example. His military rank is major, and he is nominally responsible for all operations of Team B.
But in actual operations, or in specific battles, the actual commander is always Jason as the sergeant major, because he is on the front line and has the power to make emergency decisions.
When Jason made a decision, even the commander at the rear, Eric Blackburn, could only raise objections afterwards and submit it to his superiors for decision. The simple understanding was that military orders outside the country would be ignored.
Colonel Martinez’s meaning is very simple. Later, he will also personally participate in front-line combat and integrate himself and his soldiers into the US military’s combat system. During the battle, he will unconditionally obey as a soldier. Jason's command.
His words were equivalent to handing over the command with his own hands. Although the order from above may have been like this, this low-profile gesture of active goodwill made Jason a little embarrassed and made him look like he was The aggressive attitude before was a bit mean.
Another old fox, Jack rolled his eyes silently in his heart and followed everyone into the barracks.
First set the rules, such as no drinking and no girls, give him a show of strength, and then take the initiative to show his kindness. This Colonel Martinez is an interesting character.
(End of this chapter)