The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 493 Variables and Hope

Matt tied the two shocked bodyguards directly to Sababan's car door with plastic handcuffs, and left a threat in Spanish, "This is a greeting from the Matamoros gang."

Then the two pickup trucks took a hostage and drove away.

Three minutes later, Jack packed up his equipment and went downstairs. When he put on a black mask and joined Matt and the others, he saw a little girl wearing an eye mask and soundproof headphones. Carlos Reye was in another car. Si presumably receives the same treatment.

"Leave it to you," Matt whispered.

Jack nodded. Just as he was about to get in the car, he seemed to have thought of something. He took out a bottle of low-quality perfume that he had prepared long ago and sprayed it on himself and others.

They are playing robbers now, and they will appear in an official capacity later. It is better to pay attention to such small details. The little girl is not like the big men, who are very meticulous.

Jack and Michael got in the car and sat next to the little girl, and the car continued to move forward. Matt and Alejandro went directly to the back car, and the guard Carlos Reyes went.

With the help of a local CIA informant midway, the two pickup trucks were replaced by two inconspicuous Nissan SUVs, and then they went straight to a small airport. A Gulfstream had started its engine and was waiting not far away.

Two hours later, the Gulfstream landed at Corpus Christi Air Force Base. The return trip went smoothly and there were no further accidents.

"What's the next plan?" Seeing Carlos and her daughter being put into two cars and closing the doors, Jack turned to look at Matt, who looked like he had a toothache.

He originally wanted to lure the snake out of the hole, but accidentally caught the snake in his hand. Now the Reyes Gang is leaderless and may fall apart in a matter of seconds. How can they fight with the Matamoros Gang as planned? Do you live or die?
"There is a problem with our intelligence collection. Someone will be responsible for this matter. Carlos cannot be put back. We need to re-evaluate the implementability of the plan."

Halfway through Matt's words, a young sergeant stepped forward and interrupted him, "Sir, your operations center is in Building [-]. Do you want me to take you there?"

"I know the way." He shook his head and said no, turned around and hooked Alejandro's shoulder, "I'm sorry, I can't hand Carlos over to you for the time being. The higher-ups will most likely send him to Guan*Namo .”

The latter forced a smile on his face and said, "Just help me find someone to take care of him in the future. I don't mind the way of revenge."

Matt patted him on the shoulder, looking relieved, "You look at that girl first, she might still be useful."

Alejandro glanced at everyone with a slightly gloomy gaze, nodded slowly, and then got in the car.

Watching the two cars driving in different directions, Matt took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled a breath, and put a smile on his face again.

"Let's see the reaction of the Reyes gang first, and then we can figure out how to adjust the plan."

Several people boarded a military Humvee and arrived at Building [-], which the sergeant mentioned before. They walked into the combat center. This place was much more professional than the temporary one in the small auditorium in El Paso.

A dozen military technicians were busy in front of their computers, and a huge splicing screen occupied an entire wall that was two people high.

Jane, who had been waiting here early, served several burgers to everyone, and looked at Jack's right hand with concern. It was obvious that she must have known that the previous attack in Dallas was related to him in the past two days.

Jack took the burger and simply rolled up his sleeves and flashed it in front of her to show that he was fine.

Matt came to the screen and stopped to watch it for a full 10 minutes. Just when everyone thought he was going to express some opinions, this guy turned around and asked loudly.

"Who can explain to me, what is this in front of me?"

A military technician sitting next to him pointed to the split screen in the upper left corner, "This is a one-to-ten thousand map of Mexico." "Yes, I have never seen such a thing when I was in school. The teacher always shows us a globe." Matt tilted his head and gave the military technician a death stare.

"Cough!" The technician also realized that he had said nonsense, and pointed a laser pointer at the screen to point out several key locations for him.

"This is the route you took before. This is a nearby family home, where the little girl lives. It is now surrounded by gang members."

"What was the reaction of the Mexican police?" Jack asked.

"Local police, state police, and federal police are all on the scene." The technician said and began to call up the pictures one by one.

"We checked the mansion before and there were no other family members, just some nannies and staff taking care of the girl's life."

"A minor girl and her 30-room mansion, I really wish I was a girl too." Michael, who had been following the two of them, looked envious.

"Is it possible to track calls coming in or out of this house?" Matt asked.

"Yes, but we can't hear the conversation. These bastards are now the same as the Zhongdong guys, using mobile phones made in Siris." The technician's voice was a little depressed.

Matt didn't seem to care very much, "Wait a minute, let's call up the satellite image of the incident location first."

The split screen in the middle showed a street scene from God's perspective. It was the three-way intersection where they launched the attack before. A large number of police cars had already surrounded the scene.

The picture is so clear that you can even see each letter spray-painted on the roof of the police car. If it were not for the perspective problem, it would not be a problem to see the face clearly. At this time, between the first overturned Saban and the second car, Four corpses were lying covered with black cloth.

"Did you kill everyone at the scene?" Jane turned to look at Jack.

Jack was also a little confused. He watched the whole process through the scope of the sniper rifle, and also heard Matt's threats to the bodyguards deliberately made in Spanish in Spanish on the channel.

The first car was blown to the ground, and even if the two people inside were seriously injured and died, why were the two bodyguards who were tied to the door of the car behind covered with black cloth?
"Go back and look at what happened before, since we left." Matt's face became serious, he crossed his arms and began to give orders.

The technician played back the satellite video and fast-forwarded it bit by bit. The two bodyguards tied to the car door appeared on the screen. They were indeed still alive at this time.

The screen continued to fast forward, and a local police car appeared in the screen. A Mexican policeman got out and walked up to the bodyguard.

Of course, the satellite cannot pick up the sound, but you can guess some clues just by looking at the body language. The person chatted with a tied bodyguard for a few words, then walked back a few steps, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

The call didn't last long, only about half a minute. The policeman put away his phone, turned around, took out his gun and shot the two bodyguards who were tied to the car door in the head.

"That's him, lock him, don't worry about that house, track all the phone numbers he dials." Matt pointed at this guy and ordered.

The operations center suddenly became busy. Matt and Jack looked at each other and saw joy on each other's faces.

It seems like they are just venting their anger and silence, but this behavior shows that the Reyes Gang did not fall into chaos just because they lost their boss. There are still people behind them giving orders, which also means that their plan may continue to be implemented.

　I am asking for a monthly ticket at the beginning of the month. I want to stay at the bottom of the monthly ticket list this month.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)