Chapter 1121: Tell the Rules
Mexican food is not a cuisine that Jack likes very much. Although he occasionally eats spicy food, he prefers the spicy taste with Sichuan peppercorns, and the peppers that do not use oil to add fragrance always feel that they lack soul. .
You can buy Atlantic flounder in New York. It is the largest type of flounder, although it is not as good as the flounder used to make fillet fish heads in China. It is also delicious when steamed with chopped pepper. Quite good,
But even if the chopped peppers are steamed, they still need to be poured with hot oil to stimulate the aroma.
Of course, the main issue is eating habits. Jack was from Jiangnan in his previous life, which is still some distance away from Shandong Province. According to his habits, burritos are okay for breakfast, and they can also be used as an emergency lunch when he is too busy. accept.
But if you have to eat tacos or cornmeal for dinner, that would be a bit unjustifiable.
Fortunately, Lopez took everyone to a steak restaurant. Except for the dessert sprinkled with chili powder, which felt a bit weird, everything else was quite acceptable.
“You really don’t need me to accompany you?” Although he knew the fighting power of Jack and Clay, there were also beautiful girls like Hannah and Jiejie among the people traveling with them. Lopez Still can't help but feel a little worried.
“Don’t worry, we are prepared.”
Clay opened the trunk door and showed off the equipment they brought, leaving the former Mexican Marine Corps lieutenant stunned. Then he changed his mind.
"The Hangman Gang is just a motorcycle gang. They don't even have a few guns, so don't go too far."
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Seaside, beach, a few gasoline burning bonfires Buckets, a few beer barrels only one size smaller than gasoline barrels, an ice machine, and a loudspeaker recorder playing rap music, it was a lively party.
Sturdy bald men with beards and hair, motorcycle men in leather vests, skinny drug addicts and young girls in scantily clad clothes were all enjoying themselves around the campfire with cold beers.
The sudden arrival of three black GMC Yukon vehicles with California license plates obviously disturbed the gang’s interest in the creatures. Before the vehicles could stop one after another, several people on Harley-Davidson motorcycles surrounded them. The front and rear of this small convoy.
Jack and Clay were the first to get out of the car wearing bulletproof vests with FBI letters printed on them. They both only wore sleeveless T-shirts underneath. Although there was a sea breeze here and it was night, the temperature was still around 20 degrees. .
The air was filled with the unpleasant stench unique to adults. Jack sniffed in disgust, ignored the tattooed men who gathered around him, and walked straight to a bald man.
"Is Hector right? FBI, I want to ask you something."
The bald man has a big gold chain hanging around his neck and is wearing a tight black T-shirt that highlights his pectoralis major muscles. , at first glance, people thought he was a young version of Vin Diesel, but as he got closer, he realized that this guy was much uglier than the family man.
When Jack announced his home, the surrounding gang members made noises. Some put their hands on the waist in a threatening manner, and some simply lifted up their shirts to reveal their penis. Pistol on belt.
At this time, everyone in the wanted criminal group on the GMC behind them also got out of the car, each armed with a Noveske N4 assault rifle. Alice, who rarely went out to gain experience in the field, had already nervously put her finger on the safety button.
"Calm down, calm down! Relax, don't get too excited." The bald man Hector raised his hand to stop the approaching men, and showed a slightly mocking smile to Jack.
"Sorry, agent, please forgive them, they are just a little too worried about my safety."
Jack glanced at his crooked men, and even I didn't even see the shotgun, but I already knew in my mind that Lopez's information about the Hangman Gang was quite accurate. It was just a small-scale street gang.
Although this kind of gang has a big background behind it, and climbing up the ladder may lead to a cartel (a large drug trafficking group), but they are the FBI, not the Mexican police.
So Jack made his attitude clear directly, "Maybe, although I really want to say that we are not here to cause trouble, but it depends on your cooperation."
"Haha." Hector's ugly face Reluctantly maintaining a smile, "You are very bold, my friend."
"I have no interest in becoming friends with people like you." Jack completely ignored the ugly look on the other person's face for a moment, turned on his phone and showed Photo of the deceased Lee Kern.
"Have you seen him? You or your people."
Hector just glanced at him casually, the mockery on his face getting stronger.
"This is not a kindergarten, and our girls won't be interested in little kids like this who don't have all their hair. You're looking for the wrong person, agent."
"No, I'm not looking for one. Man, he’s dead, tell me about your whereabouts in the past 24 hours.”
While Jack and Hector were talking, Clay and Jiejie also opened their phones and showed photos of Lee Kern. Displayed in front of the Hangman Gang, while secretly observing their expressions.
"Oh, that's such a pity." Hector spread his hands and pointed to the men beside him, "We have been partying here, and there are many witnesses here who can provide me with alibi."< br>
“Do you mind if we check this place?”
Jack looked at the few tin houses behind the group. There were shovels and other tools at the door. If he wanted to find the sickle as the murder weapon, or evidence such as biodiesel, it should be there. .
Hearing that the FBI was going to conduct a search, several gangsters with big muscles and round waists immediately surrounded him with fierce looks, and even Hector narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Maybe, agent, I've always been hospitable." He turned his attention to the three beautiful girls in the group, and the greed and cruelty in his eyes flashed away.
"In exchange, how about letting these bitches you brought to accompany us for a couple of drinks. While we are drinking, how about you feel free to check out these places?"
Voice Before he landed, Hector's neck, which was about as thick as his bald head, was grabbed by Jack. The severe pain made him involuntarily arch his body, and he almost knelt on one knee on the beach.
A series of Spanish swear words sounded, and it seemed that the hanging gang members who were already watching the surroundings were about to clamor forward, but Jack let go of Hector before someone pulled out a gun, and pushed him back. After several steps, he was supported by two of his men.
The next step is a formality. Although Jack and the others are FBI, this is Mexico, not to mention they don't even have a search warrant.
Although the Hangman Gang is a small street gang, it is still a local gangster. If they are let go and let the FBI investigate them, the boss Da Ke will be very embarrassed, and it will be difficult to lead the team in the future.
But it seems that the FBI is trying to fight with each other today, so the best way is for everyone to speak with their fists. As Hector cursed, his men put away the small pistols they had drawn. Seeing this, the team behind Jack and Clay also reopened the safety of the assault rifle and pointed the muzzle slightly downward. Both sides are very disciplined.
Following Hector's call, a muscular Latino man nearly two meters tall walked out of the crowd with a roar and stripped off his clothes. Well, to be precise, he tore off his clothes as easily as tearing paper. T-shirt.
The strong man beat his huge chest muscles provocatively. Without saying a word, Jack began to take off his bulletproof vest, then took off his pistol, and finally took off his badge.
Seeing that this seemingly "thin" FBI actually accepted the call, the members of the Hangman Gang and the scantily clad girls suddenly became excited.
A group of people consciously dispersed into a large circle, and some even blew whistles to liven up the atmosphere.
Jubal and the wanted criminal group also occupied the part of the circle behind Jack to help him. Amidst the cheers, the muscular man smiled ferociously and shook provocatively. pectoralis major.
This eye-catching scene made Jack a little unbearable to look at. He casually walked to the circle and stood there, waving to the other party.
The muscular man exhaled two thick breaths from his nostrils facing the sky like an angry bull, bent slightly, and charged towards Jack like a bull.
Although this guy is fat and strong and looks like a bull, his movements are extremely agile. He rushes in just a few steps, but his steps are a combination of virtual and real. He is like a master of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.
Jack never expected that he would meet a master who pretended to be a tiger and eats pigs. He originally thought about having a fist-to-flesh contest, but now he gave up such thoughts and felt quite embarrassed. Stepped aside.
The onlookers of the Hangman Gang suddenly burst into laughter, and many people even raised their middle fingers at Jack. However, the expressions of the wanted criminal group remained unchanged, and Hannah even had a weird smile on her face. meaning.
As Jack's fighting partner who practices wrestling and jiu-jitsu the most, Xiaoniu naturally knows how much he hates fighting with the same sex on the ground, but most of the Brazilian jiu-jitsu moves are performed on the ground.
After pulling away, Jack assumed a defensive posture, taking small butterfly steps with his feet, and occasionally picking up a small handful of fine sand.
The muscular man's eyes suddenly became wary, he straightened up with a cold snort, and pressed his hands dissatisfied with the guys on both sides to signal for silence.
Jack's action is actually a kind of rejection and warning. If the opponent is still bending down and insisting on trying to knock him down and enter the ground skills competition, then don't blame him for picking the sand and using dirty tricks.
Muscular Man seemed to have a lot of routines. He snorted and did a sideways horse stance. He put his left hand in front of him and his right hand to defend his waist and abdomen, and made a karate palm stance.
Isn't this the right way to go? Jack laughed happily, stopped the butterfly step, and waited for the opponent to take the initiative to attack.
“Ha!” The muscular man exhaled, then punched out with his back heel.
This guy’s arms look thicker than Jack’s calves, but the muscles all over his body are very smooth, and his left and right ears are the most common “dumpling ears” among boxers.
This proves that his physique is not the one that looks bulging up after taking injections and taking medicine, but is the result of actual practice. His tentative punches seem to be to confirm this, and they are extremely fast.
Unfortunately, the Jack he faced was a monster just one step away from being inhuman. Although this "monster" currently had no intention of revealing his true nature, and was usually keen on using thermal weapons.
Facing a fighting master who was half a head taller than him, weighed nearly twice as much, and was still extremely agile, Jack had no intention of ending the fight quickly.
Today he was a little stuffed after eating steak, and it was rare to fight against someone in public, so he just turned slightly sideways to avoid the path of the opponent's fist, and stretched out his right hand to slap the muscular man on the wrist.
The direction of the fist was easily deflected. The muscular man was slightly startled, but the muscle memory formed over many years did not show this hesitation. He quickly retracted his fist and raised his right foot.
After a feigned mid-section kick was initiated, the muscular man's right leg suddenly changed its line. The hip joint internally rotated so that the calf was almost upright, and he slashed down from above.
This is the Brazilian kick called the "Full Moon Scimitar" in karate. It is similar to Bruce Lee's line-changing kick in Jeet Kune Do. It is both sinister and cruel and hard to guard against.
Leaning back and narrowly avoiding this leg, Jack distanced himself from the muscular man for the second time, and looked at the opponent seriously with some surprise.
You are obviously a muscular barbarian, why do you like to play with sex so much?
The muscular man was even more surprised than Jack. His wishful thinking failed twice in a row, giving him an ominous premonition. The guy in front of him looked more like a pretty boy who was good at picking up girls in bars. He didn't seem to be that good. deal with.
The surrounding crowd started making noise again. At this time, some knowledgeable guys finally saw some clues, but most of the people were still making noises, booing and ridiculing Jack.
"Kill him, 'Blood Axe', what are you waiting for!" Hector's face was gloomy, one hand kept rubbing on his neck.
A girl who was wearing cool clothes directly pulled up her little cutie and swayed in the field, "Kill this pretty boy, I will be yours tonight!"
Called "Blood Ax" by Hector The muscular man once again blew out two blasts of breath from his large nostrils pointing upward, pulled out his boxing frame, and danced the butterfly step just like Jack did just now.
"It's quite a lot." Jack shook his head and sighed. He also set up a boxing stance, and this time he took the initiative to attack, kicking the opponent's abdomen with his right leg.
"Blood Ax" put down his left hand to block, and felt his arm hurt from the shock. Before he could react, he felt something different from the wind.
He subconsciously shrank his head to dodge, and was hit on the right shoulder by Jack with a roundhouse kick.
He only felt a burning sensation on his shoulders, and "Blood Ax" stood unsteadily and took three steps back. However, Jack was unreasonable this time and bullied him forward to follow up at almost the same speed, hitting him hard with his elbow. In the center of his abdomen.
This is just the lower edge of the human stomach. The "Blood Axe" who was hit hard took a few steps back again, and a mouthful of acidic water spurted out far away. The beer he drank before was mixed with other The stomach contents formed a man-made fountain of delicious smells before him and Jack.
Standing sideways to avoid this "special attack", Jack pointed to Hector, who had an ugly face on the side, with his fingers slightly hooked, "Why don't you all come together, I have changed my mind, and I don't want to waste time anymore."
(End of this chapter)