Chapter 602: Combat Meeting and Dispute
The layout of the barracks is surprisingly simple. There are two large rooms, which are simply separated into compartments of less than two square meters with steel wire guardrails and plastic sheets. Only a simple camp bed was placed.
“Compared with here, our tent in Jalalabad (a city in eastern Afghanistan) seems to be quite comfortable.” Sonny Quinn looked into the small cubicle with a tone of voice. With sarcasm.
“Nothing to complain about. I just went for a walk. The place where the Mexican Marines live is no different from where we live. Of course, if ladies don’t mind, you can go over and try it. The conditions are slightly better.”
Vice team member Ray Perry joked with a smirk on his face.
"You can't drink. Is that Mexican colonel serious just now?" Brock Reynolds is always with his loyal partner Cerberus, who took a big candle from nowhere and seemed to hold it. Treat it as a toy, and have fun with it by wagging its tail.
"It's always a good thing to have rules, but I guess you didn't forget to bring your 'emergency disinfectant'?" Sonny Quinn couldn't help but glance at the team doctor Trent Sawyer. Yay backpack.
"We should be able to survive for a day or two." Trent Sawyer took out a bottle of whiskey from his bag and shook it at everyone.
Jack also took out the 83-style kettle he got from Michael Weston and threw it to Sonny Quinn, "Remember to add water when you drink it."
Sang Ni opened it in confusion and smelled it, and was almost knocked over by the 96-degree "water of life". "Wow, Jack, you must be the reincarnation of some angel, sent by God to save us."
"I will let you know when I grow wings." Jack shrugged and put down his backpack in the compartment closest to the door. Living with these smelly soldiers, it would be better to occupy a more ventilated location. .
"Let's go, get ready for the meeting." Jason hurried through the corridor and knocked hard on the door.
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Twenty minutes later, a temporary command post had been set up in the hall. Everyone was sitting around a long table that had been spliced together, each with a military Laptop.
“So, although this guy’s portrait is plastered all over the streets, no one knows where Doza is hiding?”
Even though they had some intuitive feelings about the chaotic situation in the area on the way here, after listening to the introduction from the Mexican side, everyone still felt a little unbelievable.
“The last information we had about Doza was nine months ago when he went to Jalisco to visit his girlfriend, but when we were preparing to act, he was warned by someone, And slipped away early.”
According to Colonel Martinez, this was the closest they were to catching Doza. Then, Lieutenant Lopez, who was driving on the road, spoke in a calm tone. He said something horrifying.
“After the insider we were responsible for monitoring Doza was exposed, he was skinned alive and hung under an overpass. Whenever we found a weak point that could be exploited, Doza would quickly detect it and eliminate it quickly. Drop it.”
The seals looked at each other. Even though they were used to dealing with terrorists, these words still made people feel numb.
They were used to traveling across the oceans to serve as "celestial soldiers" on other continents, but they never expected to encounter such a ferocious opponent in their own country, right in their back garden.
Jason scratched his head and raised his hand to signal to the two intelligence officers beside him, "So, do we have any clues that we can proceed with?"
"Of course." Mandy from the CIA ·Ellis tapped the keyboard a few times, called up the video of the violence against the DEA agent, and displayed a screenshot of it on everyone's computer screen.
“Remember this guy with a head full of tattoos? Carlos Gonzalez, the defender of Doza’s terrifying image, he has the dual duties of executioner and propagandist. We think that first If you start with him, you might be able to pry something out of his mouth."
"It sounds like he is just an insignificant person. Are you sure you can find Doza through him?"
Jason looked at Jack on the side. As seals, they prefer a straightforward fighting method. They know the target location, rush in, kill it directly, and then they can pick up their bags and go home. But now they don't even know where the target is, and they have to find clues on their own. This makes the SEALs feel less like a military operation and more like solving a case like peeling off cocoons. It sounds like the FBI agent next to them Members should be better at it.
“As we learned before departure, this may be a long-term operation. Don’t think about it overnight. If a drug trafficking group of this size is so easy to deal with, Colonel Martinez and the others The Marines have already done it.”
Jack knows that the seals look down on the Mexicans in front of them, but in fact, the Mexican Marines may be the only one in this land that is still insisting on peace. Those drug cartels are fighting against organized armed forces.
During the joint operation half a year ago, Jack once mentioned to Jane that Brazil and Mexico in South America each have an anti-drug vanguard that has not been penetrated by drug cartels. They are Brazil's BOPE special police. Action Force and Marine Corps in Mexico.
Most of their members have a blood feud with those drug traffickers, so he has a higher degree of trust in Colonel Martinez than the CISEN (Mexican Center for Investigation and Security) to which Rita Alfaro belongs.
“Remember what Carlos Gonzalez said at the beginning of the video? ‘Only Andres Doza can protect you from foreign aggression’.
< br>This is the persona Doza created for himself, just like the Guadalajara group that murdered Camorella. Although the three founders were imprisoned one after another, they are still regarded as resistance by some Mexicans. Heroes of the Federal Invasion. ”
Yes, just like the civilians who benefited from the schools and hospitals built by Doza with drug money, there are a considerable number of people who are grateful to these drug lords.
Even the father whose daughter was kidnapped from the street and raped was probably one of them before his face was printed on the wall.
Jack continued, "Carlos Gonzalez may be an insignificant person, but he would never dare to treat a DEA agent like this without Doza's permission, so there must be a direct connection between him and Doza way."
"Yes, as long as we can catch Gonzalez in Depro, his confession will give us access to the inside story of the 'CJNG' group," Rita Alfaro agreed. .
"Where is Depro?" Jason asked. It was the intelligence officers' job to determine the target, and then it was their turn to plan the specific action.
The Mexicans present all looked at Lieutenant Lopez, who looked a little ugly at this time, "A slum controlled by drug cartels."
There was a little sadness in his tone. , "That's where I was born and grew up, and there are many hands all over it."
Colonel Martinez patted his shoulder comfortingly and continued, "So there is no way to tell who is the good guy and who is the bad guy. Lieutenant Lopez plans to ambush around the block, send his informants to sneak in, and wait for Gonzalez to show up. . ”
The seals exchanged glances with each other. Obviously, such a passive plan was not in line with their usual style.
Sunny Quinn, who has a fiery personality, couldn't help but retort, "Then when someone leaks the news that we are looking for him, he will disappear without a trace just like Doza. ?”
Colonel Martinez naturally stood on his own side, “I lost five people in a raid there last year. Lieutenant Lopez’s plan is fine. We sent an spy to keep an eye on Gang. Sares' stronghold, you are waiting outside the powder keg of Depro."
"This is impossible, we will go in and capture him. They started this war, so what is this war? It’s up to us to decide when the time is over. The White House sent us here to punish them, not to wait here.”
Jason's tone was firm and left no room for doubt.
(End of this chapter)