The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 602: Combat Meeting and Dispute

The layout of the barracks was unexpectedly simple. Two large rooms were simply separated into compartments less than two square meters each with steel wire guardrails and plastic sheets. Only a simple camp bed was placed in each compartment.

"Compared with here, our tent in Jalalabad (a city in eastern Afghanistan) seems quite comfortable." Sunny Quinn looked into the cubicle with a sarcastic tone.

"Nothing to complain about. I just went for a walk. The place where the Mexican Marines live is no different from where we live. Of course, if ladies don't mind, you can go there and give it a try. The conditions there are slightly better. .”

Vice team member Ray Perry joked with a smirk on his face.

"You can't drink. Is that Mexican colonel serious just now?" Brock Reynolds is always with his loyal partner Cerberus, who took a big candle from nowhere and seemed to hold it. Treat it as a toy, and have fun with it by wagging its tail.

"It's always a good thing to have rules, but I guess you didn't forget to bring your 'emergency disinfectant'?" Sonny Quinn couldn't help but glance at the backpack of team doctor Trent Sawyer.

"We should be able to survive for a day or two." Trent Sawyer took out a bottle of whiskey from his bag and shook it at everyone.

Jack also took out the 83-style kettle he got from Michael Weston and threw it to Sonny Quinn, "Remember to add water when you drink it."

Sonny opened it in confusion and smelled it. He was almost knocked over by the 96-degree "water of life." "Wow, Jack, you must be the reincarnation of some angel, sent by God to save us."

"I'll let you know when I grow wings." Jack shrugged and put down his backpack in the compartment closest to the door. Living with these smelly soldiers, it would be better to occupy a more ventilated location. .

"Let's go, get ready for the meeting." Jason hurried through the corridor and knocked hard on the door.
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Twenty minutes later, a temporary command post had been set up in the hall. Everyone was sitting around a long table that had been spliced ​​together, each with a military laptop.

"So, even though this guy's portrait is plastered all over the streets, no one knows where Doza is hiding?"

Even though they had some intuitive feelings about the chaotic situation in the area on the way here, after listening to the introduction from the Mexican side, everyone still felt a little unbelievable.

"The last information we had about Doza was nine months ago when he went to Jalisco to visit his girlfriend, but when we were preparing to take action, he got a warning from someone and slipped away in advance. "

According to Colonel Martinez, this was the closest they were to catching Doza. Then, Lieutenant Lopez, who was driving the car on the road, said something chilling in a calm tone.

"After the insider we were responsible for monitoring Doza was exposed, he was skinned alive and hung under the overpass. Whenever we found a weak point that could be exploited, Doza would quickly detect it and eliminate it quickly."

The seals looked at each other, even though they were used to dealing with terrorists, but these words still made people feel numb.

They were accustomed to traveling across the oceans to serve as "celestial soldiers" in other continents, but they never expected to encounter such a ferocious opponent in their own country, right in their back garden.

Jason scratched his head and raised his hand to signal to the two intelligence officers beside him, "So, do we have any clues that we can follow?"

"Of course." Mandy Ellis from the CIA tapped the keyboard a few times, called up the video of the violence against the DEA agent, and displayed a screenshot of it on everyone's computer screen.

"Remember this guy with a head full of tattoos? Carlos Gonzalez, the defender of Doza's terrifying image. He has the dual duties of executioner and propagandist. We think that starting with him first, we might be able to Pry something out of his mouth."

"It sounds like he is just an insignificant person. Are you sure you can find Doza through him?"

Jason looked at Jack on the side. As SEALs, they prefer a straightforward fighting method. They know the target location, rush in, kill it directly, and then they can pack up their bags and go home. But now they don't even know where the target is, and they have to find clues on their own. This makes the SEALs feel less like a military operation and more like solving a case like peeling off cocoons. It sounds like the FBI agent next to them Members should be better at it.

"As we learned before we set off, this may be a long-term operation. Don't think about it overnight. If a drug trafficking group of this size was so easy to deal with, Colonel Martinez and his Marines would have taken care of it long ago."

Jack knew that the seals looked down on the Mexicans in front of them, but in fact, in this land, the Mexican Marines may be the only organized armed force that still insists on fighting against the drug cartels.

During the joint operation half a year ago, Jack once mentioned to Jane that Brazil and Mexico in South America each have an anti-drug vanguard that has not been penetrated by drug cartels. They are Brazil's BOPE special police action force and Mexico's navy. Marines.

Most of their members have a blood feud with those drug traffickers, so he has a higher degree of trust in Colonel Martinez than the CISEN (Mexican Center for Investigation and Security) to which Rita Alfaro belongs.

"Remember what Carlos Gonzalez said at the beginning of the video? 'Only Andres Doza can protect you from foreign aggression.'

This is the persona Doza created for himself, just like the Guadalajara group that murdered Camorella. Although the three founders were imprisoned one after another, they are still regarded by some Mexicans as resisting federal aggression. hero. "

Yes, just like the civilians who benefited from the schools and hospitals Doza built with drug money, there are a significant number of people who are grateful to these drug lords.

Even the father whose daughter was kidnapped from the street and raped was probably one of them before his face was printed on the wall.

Jack continued, "Carlos Gonzalez may be an insignificant person, but he would never dare to treat a DEA agent like this without Doza's permission, so there must be a direct connection between him and Doza Way."

"Yes, as long as we can catch Gonzalez in Depro, his confession will allow us to access the internal situation of the 'CJNG' group." Rita Alfaro agreed.

"Where is Depro?" Jason asked, identifying the target was a matter for the intelligence officers, and then it was their turn to plan the specific action.

The Mexicans present all looked at Lieutenant Lopez, who looked a little ugly at this time, "A slum controlled by drug cartels."

There was a hint of sadness in his tone, "That's where I was born and grew up, and there are many hands everywhere."

Colonel Martinez patted his shoulder comfortingly and continued, "So there is no way to tell who is the good guy and who is the bad guy. Lieutenant Lopez plans to ambush around the block, send an informant to sneak in, and wait for Gonzalez to show up. .”

The seals exchanged glances with each other, and it was clear that such a passive plan was not in line with their usual style.

Sonny Quinn, who has a fiery personality, couldn't help but retort, "Then when someone leaks the news that we are looking for him, he will disappear without a trace like Doza?"

Colonel Martinez naturally stood on his own side, "I lost five people in a raid there last year. Lieutenant Lopez's plan is fine. We sent spies to keep an eye on Gonzales' stronghold. You are here Depro is waiting outside this powder keg."

"This is impossible. We will go in and capture him. They started this war. It is up to us to decide when this war will end. The White House sent us here to sanction them, not here. Sit back and wait.”

Jason's tone was firm and left no room for doubt.

(End of this chapter)