The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 500 Homecoming

The culprit has now become an important witness. As long as he can be brought back, even if the Mexican side throws dirty water, it shouldn't be too blatant, right?
"Now let's play a game. You hide from me. Do you see the pile of rocks in the distance? After I turn around, find a chance to hide in. I will come to you later." Jack pulled him. Isabel, whispered in her ear.

The little girl looked puzzled, as if you thought I was a three-year-old child.

"Unless you really want to marry 'Machete' Juan, it's best to listen to me." After getting along with each other for the past few days, Jack felt that this little girl was not stupid.

Sure enough, after hearing this, although she didn't know what he was going to do, Isabel chose to believe in the FBI in front of her, who had been treating her pretty well these days.

She nervously took two steps back and hid at the front of the Saab bus. When she saw Jack turn around, he ran down the dirt road like a little rabbit and ran towards the pile of rocks in the distance.

Seeing this scene, a PMC subconsciously wanted to raise his gun, but Alejandro, who had been paying attention to this area, held his shoulder down, "You didn't see anything, do you understand?"

The PMC turned to look at Jack. Seeing that the latter was smiling and saying nothing, he shrugged indifferently, pretending that nothing happened.

They just follow orders and know better than anyone else when to pretend to be deaf and dumb. Humans are not cats. Excessive curiosity can easily lead to death.

What's more, the fierce man in front of him had just saved everyone on the scene and provided emergency treatment to his teammates. It was only natural to reciprocate the favor.

Jack put away the LG5A, threw it into the trunk of the Sababan, took off his tactical vest and body armor, and changed into the casual clothes he had prepared before.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Alejandro looked at his actions meaningfully, obviously having guessed what he was thinking.

"What else? You can't bet on the benevolence of the superiors." Jack picked up an AR assault rifle, checked it, and confirmed that it was not damaged. He also collected a few magazines and stuffed them into his backpack.

It would be too dangerous for Isabel to follow them back like this. She would most likely be taken away as soon as she got off the car and her whereabouts would be unknown. The best way would be to disappear and reappear when the situation becomes clearer.

Jack's original plan was to wait for Matt to throw her and Carlos Sr. into the Matamoros gang's territory, then stalk them alone and act according to the situation.

Whether he was waiting for an opportunity to strike after discovering Doyle's whereabouts, or taking advantage of the melee between the two sides, with the equipment in Saboban's trunk, he was sure to escape unscathed. If there was a chance, he might even be able to save Isabel. .

As a result, now that Carlos Sr. did not die in the right place, the plan was ruined, Matt is also dead, and the joint operations team may be disbanded. It may be useful to bring back Carlos Jr., but Isabel is most likely to be silenced.

And let alone this little girl, there is even a possibility that they will be sent into the sky by a missile as they approach the border. The CIA has always been very decisive in silencing people.

Jack didn't want to try his luck, and he had no way to contact Rosie for help now, so he could only make the safest arrangements possible.

Therefore, he first arranged for the wounded to be evacuated, then asked the remaining people to take their bodies with them, and finally he took Isabel alone.

It's better to be divided into three ways than to be served in one pot.

He had already found the reasons. Isabel ran away in the chaos, but now there were pursuers and time was urgent. He could only go alone to find her and arrange for others to take the body and withdraw first. No one could find anything wrong with her.

Although there is a drone watching in the sky, there is no audio, and it can be fooled by just showing off. The PMCs have no reason to talk, and Alejandro is already dissatisfied with Matt's insistence on pushing Isabel into the fire pit.

"Actually, I can." Alessandro was interrupted by Jack before he could finish his words.

"Only I can. This is what the previous plan was. In addition, I have arranged for people to respond on the border in advance. Only I know the contact information. The evacuation route has also been designed. Your task is to take the others back alive and wait. I have news."

Jack blinked at him, thinking that the hint was so obvious, wouldn't this guy not understand?

"Okay, if you insist." Alejandro reported a series of phone numbers, "Call this number after you find the communication tool, hang up immediately after getting through, and I will call you back when the time is right."

Jack repeated it and confirmed it was correct. He put all the water bottles on his back and gathered the remaining PMCs.

"A key witness just disappeared, but now the Mexican police are approaching, so you take the bodies of the guys and withdraw first. You can't leave them to the Mexican side. I will act alone."

Several PMCs looked like you were fooling a fool. You looked at me and I looked at you. If a teammate hadn't been injured and sacrificed just now, the atmosphere was really inappropriate, and I'm afraid someone would have laughed on the spot. "Okay, everyone, get in the car." Alejandro patted Jack's shoulder as a farewell and greeted the others loudly.

There were four vehicles when they arrived, but when they returned there were only one working Hummer and the Saber full of bullet holes. The two vehicles turned around and drove one after the other in the direction they came from.

Isabel hid behind the pile of rocks and peeked here from time to time. She was relieved when she saw that Jack did not leave with the convoy.

"Let's go, we still have a long way to go." A few minutes later, Jack came to her side, reached out to touch her head, and helped her take off the heavy body armor.

"where are we going?"

"Of course I'm going to the United States to help you find freedom." A universal quote suddenly popped out, and Jack shivered in disgust.
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This place is still far away from the border. In order to avoid possible searches, Jack chose a relatively roundabout road to stay as far away from people as possible. Of course, it is impossible to have a mobile phone signal in such a ghost place. He hid a prepaid mobile phone. But it is impossible to turn on the computer at this time.

With the help of the paper map and compass prepared in advance, the two walked until dark.

Above the Gobi, the temperature dropped very quickly. The sand was so hot during the day that when the sun went down, it was like dripping water and turning into ice.

Jack did not prepare a tent, but stuffed a small sleeping bag and a thermal blanket into his backpack. He found a rock leeward, picked up some dry shrubs, and lit a bonfire with kerosene.

Seeing the little girl struggling to fill her stomach with compressed biscuits and chocolate, he smiled and handed her a small bottle of mouthwash.

"Are you well prepared?" Isabel said this unintentionally.

"You can ask whatever you want." Jack knew that she was full of questions. As a teenager at this age, it was already difficult for him to endure it until now.

"Who kidnapped me?"

"You already have the answer, don't you?"

Jack told her what he could tell, trying his best to use a way she could understand. The CIA's plan was confidential and couldn't be told, and it didn't make sense if she knew about it. But the previous bombing in Dallas, the self-destructing stowaway at the border, Reyes The relationships involved can still be discussed.

"My father is dead, what will you do to my brother?" Isabel put on a thermal blanket and tried her best to warm her hands in front of the fire, her tone seemed a little cold.

"Strictly speaking, it should be them. I'm just a little FBI agent." Jack stretched out and used a branch to pick a sneaky little scorpion into the fire. After a while, it made a crisp sound. .

"But there is a high probability that he will be sent to prison and kept there until he dies."

"What about me? Will you lock me up?" As soon as this question came out of her mouth, the little girl was looked down upon by Jack, who looked at her as if she was mentally retarded.

"What do you think I'm doing now?" Jack took the mouthwash she handed back and started purring.

"Why are you helping me? Do you want me to be your woman?"

"Pfft" Jack squirted water far away and almost choked to death with these words.

Although there are indeed 7 states in the United States that do not stipulate a minimum age for marriage, including California where Los Angeles is located (what’s even more bizarre is that California also stipulates that divorce is only allowed after the age of 18), but if he really dares to have such crooked thoughts, I'm afraid this book will disappear.

"I don't lack women, you're just a little brat, don't think so wildly." Jack paused, guessing her worries.

"Don't worry, I have found someone to take care of you. They are very nice people and you will like them."

After spending a long time, Jack coaxed the little girl into a sleeping bag and fell asleep. Then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This was more tiring than fighting a drug dealer.

It's rare to meet someone who has emerged from the mud and is not stained. It can't be justified not to help. Besides, if he is really worried about the CIA's urinary behavior, it is safest to go back in his own way. In case Rosie can't settle the matter, There are other ways he can escape.

(End of this chapter)