Chapter 623 Colonel Martinez’s Faith

"Trent" Jason wanted to continue calling, but was stopped by Jack, "Leave it to me, Trent can't perform two surgeries at the same time."

"The problem now is that we only have two blood packs left. The guy Russo's internal bleeding can't be stopped. I can only stabilize his condition temporarily and need to rely on blood transfusions to delay the time." Trent's head was undergoing surgery He said without raising his head.

Jason said without hesitation, "Spend it all on Martinez, find a way to wake up Russo, I want to interrogate him!"

"No need, just give me a blood bag."

With the help of Jason, Jack got the colonel to lie down on the bench, and began to mess around with the doubtful eyes of several people.

"The bullet probably did not completely enter the abdominal cavity. These were just some of the bullet fragments that shattered after bouncing off the road. Although Martinez was in hemorrhagic shock, I have found the bleeding point. Trust me, I can handle it."

Anyway, Trent is busy treating Russo. He has the final say on the specific condition of the colonel's injury. If he says it's okay, it's okay. Even if they are all in the church now, his words are still more effective than God's in this matter of life and death.

"Boss, it's safe upstairs, please go quickly." Not long after Jack knelt beside the bench and lowered his head to work, Sonny and Clay pushed a shirtless middle-aged man out of the back stairwell.

The middle-aged man has a thin face, black hair, black eyes, and dark white skin. He looks like an authentic Iberian.

The priest glanced at Jack, who was kneeling next to a bench performing an operation on someone. He sat down on a bench in the back and asked while putting on his priest's robes, "Who are you? I can understand some English, but There’s not much I can say.”

The priest's face softened slightly, "No, haven't you checked my phone?"

The priest, who was a little angry because of Clay and Sonny's unfriendly behavior before, sneered, "Friends with weapons, huh?"

"Let him sit over here so I can do two things at once. We're almost done here."

"Here is some alcohol and gauze, I hope it can help." Sonny handed Jack the few packages he had just collected.

Vice-Team Ray Perry seemed to be the only devout Catholic among the crowd. He said seriously, "Father, I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you. We also want to leave here as soon as possible. Have you told others that we are here?" here?"

This Colonel Martinez is really a ruthless person. He was able to endure this level of severe pain until just now, and still refused to receive treatment, just to exchange his own life for the whereabouts of Doza. People can't help but respect him.

Clay escorted the middle-aged man to Jason and took out the mobile phone he found. "He said he was the priest here, but my Spanish is not very good. It seems that the mobile phone has not been dialed, but there are no calls upstairs." There’s also a landline phone.”

Of course, Jason couldn't say that he was a soldier from the United States, so he said perfunctorily, "Just think of us as friends, here to provide some help."

Jack pointed to the bench beside him and kept working. In a short while, he had quickly hung up the blood bag and gave Colonel Martinez an injection of morphine. At this time, he had taken out all the broken warheads. By the way, he secretly used healing techniques to repair the colonel's damaged liver and bile duct, and was ready to perform the final suturing.

Jason glanced around and saw that there were only two people among them who could speak Spanish. One was in a coma and the other was operating on the former. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Jason straightened his face, leaned in front of him, and asked again, "Have you ever told anyone that someone broke into the church? This is very important."

"No, I just got up from bed when I heard them going upstairs." The priest glanced at Sonny and Clay standing aside.

Clay didn't have much respect for this priest who lived in the slums. "The gunshots and explosions outside didn't wake you up before. Instead, you woke up because of the little movement we made upstairs?" See They didn't believe it, and the priest became anxious and spoke a long paragraph in Spanish very fast.

While suturing the wound, Jack helped translate in a calm tone, "He said there would be loud gunshots here every night. He had long been used to it, but he was not used to American soldiers showing up at his residence."

The priest's answer made everyone speechless for a moment. At this time, Colonel Martinez, who was still receiving blood transfusion, had woken up slowly. He heard someone talking in Spanish. He weakly opened his eyelids and saw the priest in front of him.

"Father, are you here to help me with my last prayers?"

"No, you're fine." Jack smiled and said to him, "Although I don't know whether you should thank the Holy Spirit of Death or St. Jude, or thank you for the fat on your belly, your injury is not as serious as you thought. .”

"That's definitely not the Holy Spirit of Death. Even I can't count how many statues of the Holy Spirit of Death I have led my soldiers to destroy that were enshrined by drug dealers."

Colonel Martinez muttered, then a look of astonishment appeared on his face, and he struggled to get up, "Razo, is Russo still alive?"

Jack reached out and held him down, "Don't move, I'm suturing your wound, and Trent is still operating on Russo. I only used a blood bag, and he won't die for a while."

Then he deliberately changed the subject and asked the priest, "Martinez said before that St. Jude and the Holy Spirit of Death are revered by drug gangs. Do they come here usually?"

"Are you still worshiping saints and saints for those scumbags?" As soon as Sonny's curse words came out, Jason punched him lightly.

Although everyone is quite dissatisfied with this priest who is suspected of collaborating with drug gangs, the church is a sacred place for them after all, and speaking evil words here can be regarded as disrespectful.

Sonny was still a little angry, "I've been to so many churches, but this is the first time I've seen a sacred place for drug dealers."

"Yes, drug dealers will come here, but I don't have any kindness towards them, and I believe the Lord does the same." Halfway through the words, the priest switched to Spanish when he got excited.

“He said he hated the drug dealers and that Doza had killed many, many of his friends (the priest’s term for believers is “friends”), but he was a priest and he could not turn his back on the Lord’s believers, even if they were all sinners.

Nor could he stop them from placing the Holy Spirit Death into the church, for then he would also be killed. "

After listening to Jack's translation, everyone fell into silence again.

It took Jason a long while before he spoke, "No matter what, let's set up bunkers and prepare for defense. It seems we have to hold on here until reinforcements arrive."

Clay's lips twitched, and he glanced at Russo, who was still undergoing surgery, and then at the weak Colonel Martinez on the bench, but he still didn't speak.

Maybe he wanted to propose dropping the rope and evacuating directly with the colonel. After all, once the place is surrounded, it will be difficult to break out. He can only place his hope on reinforcements. The previous news was that the QRF was attacked on the way, and the arrival time was still Unknown.

But just now, Colonel Martinez endured the injury and would rather give up his own life to save Lasso's life. Just because he didn't want to lose the only clue to find Doza, he hesitated again.

What he saw and heard in Mexico these days, including what happened to Lieutenant Lopez before, finally touched the soldier.

(End of this chapter)

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