The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 622 Church

Of course, it is sheer fantasy to expect that you can hide in a church and wait for reinforcements to arrive. This is not a safe zone in any game, and not just one or two priests have died at the hands of drug traffickers in Central and South America.

The reason why the operations center suggested that Team B stay here and wait for reinforcements was for two reasons.

The first is to delay the time they are discovered as much as possible. At this moment, Doza's men have gradually dispersed and are searching the whole city. It is unlikely that such a religious site will become a priority search target.

Secondly, although the church is small, it is also a solid brick-concrete structure, and it has a large enough auditorium. As long as you rely on a good bunker, you don't need to worry about being hit by a rocket and wiping out the group.

Jason climbed directly over the wall and opened the small iron door from the inside. Everyone filed in. Sonny, who was at the end, carefully restored the small iron door to its original state, trying not to make too much noise.

After pushing open the heavy wooden door, the church was brightly lit with candles, but empty. Team B split into two, bypassing the bench in the middle where believers sit during worship, and quickly moved inward along the wall to search the room at the back. .

Jack carried the rope and followed the team doctor Trent directly through the middle of the benches and came to the side altar covered with a beautifully embroidered tablecloth.

The side altar is a movable wooden table with exquisite workmanship. There are two pairs of arm-thick white candles on the left and right sides. There is also a main altar made of marble against the wall on the steps behind, with missals and holy books placed on it. Sir, there is a crucifix hanging on the wall.

Trent was obviously not a believer, and of course he might have acted in a hurry. He pulled and lifted all the candles on the table and swept them to the ground. Jack, who was following him, turned sideways slightly and released the rope on his shoulder. Go up.

This is not a supernatural movie. A candle will not ignite a fire if it falls to the ground, it will simply go out.

This skeleton is not the God of Death in Greek mythology, but a belief popular among Mexicans, especially among the lower class. She is called "La Santa Muerte", which roughly translates to the Holy Spirit of Death or the Holy Spirit of Death. the meaning of.

Well, it seemed that not all was lost. Jack saw Trent take out an insulated bag from his backpack, and it seemed that he had kept some separately.

"Medical supplies are insufficient. I'm missing a big first-aid kit." Trent looked sad. The damage caused by the rocket was terrible. Fortunately, his surgical tools were in his bag, so it wouldn't cause any damage. Helpless.

With a "stab", Jack tore open the zipper's silk shirt. A swollen, purple and slightly bulging wound on his abdomen appeared in front of him. The upper abdominal cavity was penetrated, causing damage to internal organs and internal bleeding. This injury was troublesome.

There are too many blood vessels in the abdominal cavity. Under the current conditions, if Jack does not take action, no matter how good Trent's medical skills are, he can only slow down the bleeding rate. The loss of the large ambulance kit means that LTOWB (Low-Titer Low-Titer Type O) need to be cryopreserved. Full blood) blood packs are all destroyed.

"Ah" the unconscious Russo let out a painful groan, because Trent had briefly checked his wounds before, and Jack did not dare to use treatment techniques casually, fearing that the flaws would be discovered by professionals.

"A devout believer, right? You can start praying now." He slapped Russo on the face but it couldn't bring him back to consciousness. This guy had a bunch of tattoos from his chest to his stomach. The most eye-catching ones were a cross and a A skeleton holding a scythe and wearing a wedding dress.

Who made this guy howl so energetically? How could Jack pay attention to his injuries during a tense battle?

Jack hasn't done much research on the specific situation. "La Santa Muerte" is roughly a special product of the combination of Catholicism and Central and South American indigenous beliefs, just like Mexico's unique Day of the Dead.

Although it is regarded as an evil god by orthodox sects, it is very popular among ordinary people in Mexico, especially the poorest classes and gangs.

In many places, the statue of "La Santa Muerte" has even been invited into the church to accept worship from believers together with another unique brown-skinned Madonna of Guadalupe in Mexico. This church located in a slum is no exception. In a corner on the right side of the church, there is a small altar with a statue of "La Santa Muerte" on it, holding a scythe in his left hand and a scythe in his right hand. Holding a crystal ball.

Next to the statue is a portrait of St. Jude, one of the 12 disciples of Jesus and known as the patron saint of despair.

In front of the statues and portraits, there are candles in glasses, some of which are still burning, and some of which have been extinguished. There is a photo in front of the candle, and these photos are all of the deceased who were paid homage to.

But what's surprising is that many of the photos don't have one person's head on them, but many are sweet photos of a family of three or even four, or a young couple.

Seeing Colonel Martinez standing in front of the altar in a daze, Jack stepped forward and said hello, "What's wrong?"

“This is St. Jude, the patron saint of the desperate, who is revered for his willingness to listen to the prayers of both good and evil, so his position in the drug cartels is very important.

Unlike 'La Santa Muerte', people revere him not because they are afraid of death, but because they hope that their last prayers before death can be heard. Isn't it ironic? We seem to be in the right place. "

Of course Jack knew the reason why he said these words, and reached out to support him. Shortly after the attack, he discovered that something was wrong with this man. There was obvious jaundice on his face, and he gave people an abnormal expression when he spoke. A feeling of euphoria, which is a sign of liver damage and excessive blood loss.

"Come with me, Colonel, and let me check it out for you."

"No, I'm fine." Colonel Martinez suddenly yelled and tried to push Jack away.

"What happened?" Jason had just finished checking the back room, and after arranging for Sonny and Clay to continue upstairs to check, he returned to the auditorium and saw this scene.

"Martinez is injured." Jack restrained the major, who was actually unable to resist, with one hand, gently put him down on the floor, and pulled open his body armor.

The blood oozing from the wound was not obvious, but the symptoms of anemia indicated that he was suffering from severe internal bleeding.

"Why didn't he say anything?" Jason stepped forward to check, and saw a bloody hole suddenly appeared on Colonel Martinez's round beer belly, which happened to be the spot that the heavy body armor failed to cover due to its ill-fitting fit.

"Trent" He quickly wanted to call the team doctor, but was held back by the other party.

"No, no, I'm not saying it because I don't want you to use medical supplies to save me. Laso must live. Laso must. Live him. He is our only chance to find Doza."

Colonel Martinez fell into shock before he could finish his words.

(End of this chapter)