Chapter 615: Knocking on the Mountain and Shocking the Tiger (please give me some monthly votes to continue updating 5K every day)
"So how often does Russo come to the city?" Ray Perry asked.
"Uh" Mandy Ellis's expression paused slightly, "He last showed up two months ago, we don't think we need to wait too long"
Sonny Spreading his hands, "So we can only wait like this, waiting for this guy to be hungry and thirsty and come to the city to recruit tricks?"
"Of course not. The longer the time goes on, the more Carla Reyes will be killed." The information we control will be exposed more easily. Once the information is exposed, Lasso will not take the bait." Jack, who had been lowering his head in contemplation, raised his hand to signal everyone to calm down.
"I'm thinking about whether I can trick him into Mexico City."
"What do you think?" Major Blackburn asked.
Jack looked at everyone, "Raso is solely responsible for the production and processing of poisonous drugs, right? If we create some trouble for him, such as attacking a drug factory"
"Ceramic factory! "Colonel Martinez suddenly spoke up, pointing at Rita Alfaro and speaking urgently in Spanish. The latter suddenly understood and started operating on another screen.
"What?" Everyone was a little confused.
Several photos appeared on the secondary screen, "This is an abandoned ceramics factory outside the city. It is the largest drug-making workshop of the Doza Group in the vicinity. If you take it away, it will create a big trouble. One can make the 'Raso' It’s a big trouble that I have to go back to the city to deal with.”
“I don’t think so,” Clay Spencer objected, “The Doza Group has been in the drug business for so many years, and this kind of loss is very important. It’s just a common occurrence for them, just like now, you have known about the existence of this factory for a long time, but you have never done anything, precisely because you know this.”
Everyone looked at Martinez in unison. Colonel, I must admit that what Clay said actually makes sense. If the Mexican police or military took over a drug-making workshop, it seems that they may not be able to lead the "rope" back to Mexico City.
“But what if it was their competitors who did it?” Jason’s eyes moved slightly and looked at Jack. He remembered the Spanish sentence that someone used to yell twice before. .
"It is absolutely impossible for Doza to ignore such a thing." A bright smile appeared on Colonel Martinez's face.
"OK, then let's form a drug cartel. Jack, what is the name of the 'Juan the Scimitar' gang you always mentioned before?" Jason had already made his decision.
“The Matamoros Gang.” Jack thought this was a good idea. “I can retrieve relevant information about them. If we want to look like them, we need to do a lot of preparation work.”
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“What is this?” Sonny saw Logistics Support Officer Lisa Davis covering her arm with a large sticker-like thing and spraying it with water to wet it. With a puzzled look on his face, he wanted to touch it.
"Don't move the tattoo sticker. Just peel it off in five minutes." Lisa Davis gave the restless guy a slap on the back of his hand to tell him to be honest.
Colonel Martinez was on the sidelines emphasizing the precautions, "You must cover all tattoos related to seals, wear civilian clothes, and cover your face, except for Lieutenant Lopez."
Yes, Lieutenant Lopez. He has returned, shaved off his beard, and had a bald head. He is now grinning in front of the mirror. Jack has tattooed his head almost all over with tattoo stickers. He looks just like Carlos Gun, the executioner who had tattooed him before. Sareth looks almost the same.
Jack put a small piece of gold foil on his front teeth, pretending to be dentures, and explained with a smile.
“This is a tattoo unique to people who have been with the 'MS-13' gang. Many drug gangs in Mexico like to breed their people. They are cruel and vicious and never show mercy."
He was in a very happy mood, and the makeup skills he learned from the old CIA Joe Masson were finally put to use.
Colonel Martinez continued, "There are no communication tools, no military jargon, no hand gestures, people who don't speak Spanish are not allowed to speak, and the attack has to look like the work of a drug cartel."
"Rough and simple." Jason added.
"Yes, rough and simple, you will divide into two teams to enter from both sides of the building, then meet in the middle, place bombs and finally evacuate."
"How many enemies will we encounter there? Jason asked.
"There will be no more than ten gunmen, but one thing to note is that there is no need to harm the civilians working inside. Many of them are semi-forced." Lieutenant Lopez reminded.
"OK, we won't hurt them. Let them go and let them send a message to Doza to make him suspicious. This is reasonable." Clay Spencer understood.
"Next are the rules of engagement. Kill anyone holding a weapon, fight quickly, enter, and retreat." Colonel Martinez said and looked at everyone, "Is there anything else you want to add?"< br>
"Of course, we have to take away all the drug dealers we can see." Jack raised his eyebrows, "Don't forget, we are a drug cartel."
Jason clapped his hands, Signaling everyone's attention, "OK, remember to take away all the poisonous people we can see and prepare them. We will gather in half an hour. Colonel Martinez has specially collected a lot of junk. If I were you, I would definitely be there." Check what you're holding before you shoot." The junk collected from drug dealers by Colonel Martinez was an eye-opener for Jack.
What about AK47, AK74, M4A1 carbines made in the Middle East, three G36 assault rifles that are welded together by hand and have side-by-side magazines? There are even Ruger P08 pistols that experienced World War I in the last century and Winchester companies that fought in World War II. The M1 carbines produced are antiques from our grandfather's generation.
Jack picked an Uzi submachine gun that seemed to be in fairly good condition. After thinking about it, he picked up an old Ruger that was in perfect condition. This was the world’s first standard military semi-automatic pistol. There is even an ivory patch inlaid on the handle of the gun. I don’t know which drug lord’s collection it is. This is considered a leak and must be blackened.
There are still six members of Team B, plus Jack and two Mexicans, a group of nine people. They are divided into an N-hand Toyota pickup truck with paint peeling off to the point where it is almost impossible to see its original color, and a battle-damaged version. The Nissan car stopped at the entrance of the ceramics factory at 12 o'clock in the evening.
Bravo1-Jason Hayes, Bravo3-Sonny Quinn, Bravo6-Clay Spencer and Jack are responsible for breaking in from the front of the factory.
The person in charge of breaking the door this time was Sonny. He took the lead with a Winchester 1887 lever-action shotgun known as the "Governor's Happy Gun". He knocked out the lock with two bullets. The overwhelmed wooden stock split into two halves.
He backed away, threw away the broken gun, and pulled out an AK74 from the back of his waist.
At this time, the three Jasons had filed in, passed through the narrow passage, and entered the spacious warehouse area, then moved forward side by side.
The two gunmen opposite who were drinking and playing cards just stood up, and before they even touched the guns on the table, they were beaten into pieces by simultaneous fire.
"Ah!" screams spread, and five or six Mexican women who were packing screamed and hid under the table. Like many common scenes in movies, these women were forced to wear masks. Undergarments work to prevent them from hiding.
“Get out!” Jack shook the muzzle of his gun towards them and shouted loudly in Spanish. The women were so frightened that they rolled and crawled towards the entrance behind them.
Sonny, who was left at the end, quickly stepped forward, opened the large travel bag he was carrying, and quickly packed up the drug addicts on the table.
At the same time, fierce exchanges of fire were heard from the other end of the factory.
The three of them quickly passed through the separated warehouses until they reached the fourth room. A gunman suddenly rushed towards them from the other end. It seemed that he was frightened and wanted to Run away from here.
He suddenly raised his head and realized something was wrong. Before he even raised the muzzle of the gun in his hand, he was knocked to the ground by the fierce firepower.
Entering the innermost warehouse, a dozen workers were hiding in the corner shivering, and several women hugged each other, making ear-piercing screams.
"Go! Get out of here and don't come back!" Jack shouted loudly in Spanish.
"From today on, this is the territory of the Matamoros Gang. Tell Doza that 'Juan the Scimitar' says hello to him!"
The deafening sound of AK gunfire in the closed The room shook back and forth, and the five people on the other side were approaching.
The last warehouse was the poison making room. Jack raised his hand and killed the poison maker with a single stroke. Although this kind of person didn't have a gun, he was definitely not a good person.
"Get out! Everyone who is still here must die!" Almost in no particular order, the five people who broke in from the west also arrived here, and the two Mexicans were also shouting loudly in Spanish. .
After confirming that there was no one around except the bodies on the ground, Jason ordered, "Deploy bombs and meet outside."
Then he took out the walkie-talkie from his pocket and reported, "Combat center, this is Bravo1, mission Completed, ready to evacuate. "
The job of setting up the bomb is very simple. There are flammable and explosive chemicals everywhere in the poison making room. Just place the explosive package on the iron barrels and pull away the chemicals on them. Just a delayed fuse.
This chemical time delay fuse contains a glass ampoule containing corrosive liquid (copper chloride) and a spring-loaded firing pin. After being opened, the copper chloride will slowly corrode the control line. , after the control line is blown, the spring drives the firing pin to detonate the primer and ignite the explosive.
From old antique firearms that are thrown away easily, to this old-fashioned chemical time delay fuse, they are all carefully designed camouflage. It is easy for various drug trafficking groups in Mexico to obtain these equipment, even if they are Even if the bribed local police come to investigate, they won't notice any flaws.
Watching the shouting "gunmen" drive away from the factory in two broken-down vehicles, several workers hiding not far away walked timidly to the open space not far from the gate and chatted in low voices. sentence, pushing each other to try to get each other in to take a look.
Just when they were hesitating, a huge explosion sounded, and the shock wave knocked them to the ground. Along with the raging fire, a rolling heat wave hit their faces.
Several workers helped each other get up from the ground. Continuous explosions came one after another behind them, frightening them out of their wits. They stumbled and quickly disappeared.
(End of this chapter)