my beauty world

Chapter 22 The Desperate Rest Stop

Between the heavy bags under the eyes, the towering nose twitched again and again, inhaling various smells. Alessandro carefully distinguished them, and with the help of his hands, he kicked his feet and climbed over the flower wall surrounded by the isolation belt.

The ground was covered with bullet casings.

Alessandro picked up one, held it up to his nose and smelled it, and it smelled like gunpowder smoke.

Throwing away the cartridge case, his nose twitched again, and two steps forward, he saw a severed cactus, some of which had almost invisible blood on its thorns.

Alessandro picked it up, looked at it, put it up to his nose to smell, and nodded slightly.

That's right, that's the taste!
Matt Grave looked gloomy, came over from the door, and asked, "Have you found anything?"

Alessandro asked him to look at the cactus: "It smells of him."

A large number of Mexican policemen walked around the scene, and the smell had already been destroyed, and even the police dogs could not smell it.

But for someone like Alessandro, finding people is a natural instinct.

Matt Grave said: "I made a mistake and I need you to help me make up for it."

Alessandro and the people next to him wanted to seal the crisper, pack the cactus, and looked at Matt Grave.

"The team members who drove to blockade at another intersection survived. After James was attacked, he said on the radio that the attacker was Ronan, Ronan of Chula Vista."

Matt Grave looked solemn, and pointed to his feet: "He attacked the tactical team led by James here alone, and killed everyone including the two privates James and Lynch."

Alessandro was curious: "How could Ronan be with the princess? Didn't he lead the Carter Gang to destroy the Moros Gang supported by the Garcia Group some time ago?"

Matt Grave said: "There was a fire in a bar outside Mexicali and Ronan was seen coming out of the bar with Jessica's manager Pedro."

Alessandro moved his wrists: "It's very difficult for ordinary people to kill two of your private subordinates with one person. Which system or force does he belong to?"

"I don't know." Matt Grave said: "But from the survivor's dictation and the analysis of the situation on the spot, this man is a good shooter, and his marksmanship may be better than Ian Sommers."

Alessandro nodded: "I remember you said that Ian is the group with the best marksmanship among private soldiers."

Matt Grave defaults.

Someone came and whispered something.

Matt Grave shook his head: "Mobilize our power and temporarily suppress it. Once the Mexican police make it public, it will be detrimental to our actions."

The man responded immediately and went to work.

Alessandro pointed to a young man next to him: "He came to drive me, and transferred two other people to cooperate with me. Matt, don't look at me like this. The Mexican border is so important, and you still have people here."

He installed the cactus: "We were careless once, don't be careless a second time."

"They're just normal people," Matt Gref said.

Alessandro didn't mind: "The most powerful target is marksmanship. I need someone to cover me to approach the target."

Matt Grave took out his cell phone and made a call: "Activate numbers two and three."

In an ordinary community in Mexicali, an ordinary Latina aunt got busy immediately after receiving the call.

No one would have thought that this bloated middle-aged woman was actually a secret employee of the CIA.

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"Dad! Daddy!"

In the west of Mexicali, in a detached wooden house, a child ran in with a football in his arms and woke up the sleeping bald policeman: "You should get up and go to work."

The bald man sat up and was about to speak when the pager beeped, so he quickly picked it up and looked at it.

The child put down the football and stretched out one hand, trying to touch the AK standing on the head of the bed.

"Diego!" The bald man reprimanded harshly, "This is not something you should touch!"

The child quickly withdrew his hand.

The bald man patted his head lightly: "Remember my words, Diego, study hard, and never touch a gun in your life!"

The child couldn't understand, so he could only follow his father's words and say, "I remember, Dad."

The bald man pointed outside: "Go and play football."

The child picked up the football and ran out, with no sorrow on his innocent face.

The bald man looked at his son and smiled unconsciously. He chose to do something and get some money, isn't it just for his family to have a better life?
A female voice came from the restaurant: "Silva, hurry up, eat!"

After eating, the bald man went back to his room to change his clothes, loaded his pistol and magazines, took an AK, got into a police car, called the police station to ask for leave, and then went to a nearby place with Internet access and logged in to a website Saw relevant information.

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at the same time.

In the office building in the Mexicali business district, Owen, wearing a suit, sent the client out and shook hands with the client: "Mr. Mendoza, thank you for choosing Dadi Import and Export Company, happy cooperation!"

The bald and fat man laughed together: "Happy cooperation!"

After sending off the client, Owen returned to the office, loosened his tie a little, and thought about how much profit he could make from this deal, and how long the company could last.

The pager suddenly rang.

Owen glanced at it, turned on his laptop, and logged in to a website.

Soon, I cleared up the Internet traces, turned off the computer, came to the big safe, pressed the password to open it, and took out a leather bag and a suitcase from it.

With the bag on his back and the suitcase in his hand, he greeted the secretary and went downstairs to drive.

Owen resisted in his heart. After all, a businessman with a small career, but once involved in some things, it is difficult to withdraw.

If you quit before the time is up, you are very likely to pay the price of your life.

Owen embarked on the journey without hesitation. It is better to die by others than by himself.

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Leaving the town of Cary, you have to take a detour to get on the interstate.

The land here is sparsely populated, and on the slightly remote roads, no car can be seen for half a day.

Jessica put down the sun visor, straightened her short hair dyed black, looked at Ronan who was driving, and said curiously, "You are the best marksman I have ever seen."

Ronan responded casually: "Good talent."

Jessica asked: "Your qualifications are not bad, how did you do this job?"

Ronan said, "There is no choice."

"Huh?" Jessica looked at him.

"No money." Ronan kept talking about the money: "Studies are poor, and the family is poor, so they can only eat with guns."

Jessica tentatively asked: "I have a proposal, you will be my bodyguard for a long time in the future, how about it? I plan to develop in Los Angeles next year, and I have many fans in the United States."

Ronan told the truth: "I'm good at catching people and killing people, but I'm not good at protecting people."

Jessica thought about yesterday and today: "Protect me, you did a good job."

Ronan was silent and didn't want to talk anymore. Once Antonio Garcia showed up, he would definitely turn against him.

Jessica asked, "Why aren't you talking?"

Ronan replied, "I'm just a bodyguard."

At the beginning of the original world, he was not a person who talked less, but after doing some work too much, he gradually became less talkative.

Jessica could understand the meaning of the words, but she had nothing to say: "You can ask me about my situation."

Ronan frowned slightly, and asked casually, "Why are you a singer?"

"I like to sing." Jessica laughed when thinking of Ronan's words: "The talent is also very good!"

Seeing that Ronan didn't answer, she said again: "When I was 15 years old, I participated in a singing contest involving the whole of Mexico and won the championship! Not bad!"

Ronan responded, "Amazing!"

"Your answer is really perfunctory." Jessica sighed: "Actually, it's not that good at all. The competition was co-organized by my father and the TV station. No matter how I sing, I will be the champion."

Thinking of the main business of the Garcia Group, Ronan secretly sighed, it turned out that he was a star supported by drug money.

Jessica continued: "Then I started to be a singer, writing songs, recording records, releasing albums, running announcements, appearing on shows, and holding concerts. My father is very rich, and he is the only daughter of me. I have achieved what I am today. , talent only accounts for a small part, and more is spent by my father with money."

"He loves you very much?" Ronan asked with meaning.

Jessica smiled happily: "He loves me very much. In my eyes, he is the best dad in the world."

She restrained her smile: "But sometimes, I am also very troubled. He can't always interfere with my career."

Immediately, he laughed again: "Is it because you are in the blessing and don't know the blessing?"

Ronan told the truth: "If I had a rich dad, I would choose to go home and inherit the property."

Hearing Ronan's serious reply, Jessica asked, "Aren't you going to fight?"

Ronan patted the gun in the middle of the seat: "It will kill you."

The car kept going forward, and in the middle of the afternoon, there was a rest stop with a gas station and a convenience store ahead.

Jessica asked, "Take a break? I want to go to the bathroom."

Ronan drove over to the car and got out of the car with Jessica. He couldn't see where the bathroom was, so he went into the convenience store.

As soon as I entered the door, someone stood up behind the cash register, who should be the owner of the convenience store.

Wearing a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses, he looks strange and looks like a beast.

Ronan grabbed Jessica and encountered bandits one after another. Jessica was alert and immediately hid behind Ronan.

(End of this chapter)