The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

"How many?" Alejandro said concisely and while speaking, he fired a shot into the car, ending Diaz's pain.

"Eight." Jack also said no nonsense.

The defense of the villa is very tight. In addition to one at the intersection and three in front of me, there are also two groups of four mobile sentries patrolling the wall. However, the quality of these guys is really worrying, and they were easily climbed over the wall. Kill all the jacks.

The drone hovering overhead and the night vision goggles on Jack's head narrowed the gap between the two sides to an unimaginable degree.

For someone sneaking in the dark, these fully armed bodyguards are not much different from the primitive people holding homemade bows and arrows on the African grasslands.

The only puzzling thing is why such a large villa estate, even though the walls are indeed high and there is a high-voltage power grid, even with Jack's superhuman skills, it is quite difficult to turn it over, but it doesn't even have basic monitoring equipment. No.

Perhaps Fausto Alarcon, nicknamed "The Executioner", believes more in people than technology, or perhaps because he has too many things that he doesn't want to be recorded by the camera. As a well-known big DU owl, it seems that There is no need to worry about thieves who sneak in and pick the lock.

"There are four people in the open-air restaurant in the back garden. We can't see what's going on in the villa." Michael's reminder came from the headset.

The two of them entered the villa quietly, and what they saw was a golden glow. As the old owners of this colony, Spanish elements were deeply imprinted on every corner of the land.

Huge marble pillars, embroidered tapestries full of rich religious style, statues of the Virgin Mary and wall carvings that reproduce various biblical stories, fully embody the word luxury.

The two of them walked silently through the twists and turns of the corridor like ghosts. Suddenly, there was the sound of unhurried footsteps at the corner. Jack, who was walking in front, squatted down on the spot, pointing the MK24 in his hand diagonally upward.

"BIU!"

"BIU!"

Two gunshots rang out almost at the same time. A bodyguard who had just turned the corner fell to the ground. Two bullets of different calibers drilled into his forehead and chest at the same time, leaving two bullet holes in the wall behind him. and a pool of brain mixed with blood.

Alejandro, who was behind Jack, raised his eyebrows silently, and was surprised to find that he and the young FBI in front of him cooperated so well.

After passing through the corridor, the two entered the living room. Looking through the two huge floor-to-ceiling glass doors, they saw the back garden opposite, and across a lawn, a family of four was having dinner in an open-air restaurant in the garden in the distance.

A young Mexican woman wearing a maid outfit walked into the living room from the kitchen on the other side. She was holding a large dinner plate with a bowl of soup on it. She suddenly saw two ghostly figures pointing guns at her. She was frightened. He stood frozen on the spot.

Jack hesitated for a moment, and seeing that she didn't scream, he put his index finger to his mouth and shushed softly. The young maid was surprisingly calm, holding back tears and nodded desperately, her eyes full of begging.

"Leave it to me." Jack tilted his head in the direction of the unaware family of four who were concentrating on eating in the distance, signaling to Alejandro that he would handle the matter here.

Alejandro seemed unaware. His eyes were filled with anger, and he walked across the lawn towards the family.

"Is there anyone else behind?" Jack pointed his gun at the young maid and whispered in Spanish.

The young maid subconsciously glanced at the kitchen behind her, not daring to move the hand holding the dinner plate. She nodded slightly, "There are only Maria and me in there. She is the cook here."

"What's your name?" Jack motioned for her to lead the way.

"My name is Sonia, sir, please don't hurt us, we are just the meanest servants here."

Jack sighed, "Don't worry, as long as you don't make any noise, nothing will happen."

The two walked into the kitchen. As expected, there was only a cook in her forties who was busy in front of the chopping board. When she saw Sonia walking in with a man pointing a gun at her, she subconsciously raised her hands and realized something was wrong. He quickly put down the kitchen knife in his hand, and then raised it again.

It was so skillful that it made people feel distressed. Jack was speechless and took out a plastic tie to tie the hands and feet of the two people together to ensure that they could not escape on their own. He then stuffed the napkin into their mouths and tied them up.

"Stay here quietly, and nothing will happen to you. Someone will let you leave later, do you understand?" The two maids nodded in coordination, and were so obedient that they didn't even dare to utter a word.

Jack thought for a while, stuffed the photo he got earlier into Sonia's apron pocket, then took out his phone and sent another message to Justin.

Turning around and leaving the kitchen, Jack walked through the living room and lawn and walked into the outdoor dining room.

There is a long dining table in the restaurant, and sitting at the head table is Fausto Alarcon, a middle-aged man with a slightly stout figure, brown skin, and a rather superior temperament.

Alarcon feels more like a big businessman or politician than the leader of a cartel, and it doesn't even match his nickname of "Executioner".

Sitting on both sides of the dining table were members of his family, a beautiful woman in her 30s with good looks and exquisite makeup. Opposite her were two boys, one about ten years old and the other younger, only seven or eight years old.

The woman's face was full of tears and she lowered her head without daring to say a word. The two children, who had already reached a sensible age, held the forks in their hands tightly and sat there without moving.

Alejandro sat across the dining table with a smile on his face. If you ignored the .45 caliber MK23 pistol with a silencer that he was holding at this moment, he was more like an uninvited guest.

"Every night, there will be families destroyed by you, but you can enjoy dinner with your family here peacefully."

Alarcon looked very bachelor. While being pointed at by a gun, he actually dared to fight back verbally. He said indifferently, "What do you think is the difference between the people who asked you to come here and us? Do you think we are the same as us?" Who learned it?"

But the glances he glanced at his two sons beside him from time to time betrayed his inner nervousness. Jack stood silently behind Alessandro, watching his performance.

He forced himself to move the corners of his mouth, showing an expression that was half a smile but not a smile, "Oh, heartbroken prosecutor, do you think your wife would be proud of the way you look now?"

Alejandro said expressionlessly, "You have forgotten my daughter."

The alarm bells rang in Jack's heart, and he quickly interrupted, "Well, before you resolve your grudges, can you let me ask a question first?"

The guy in front of him wanted to pretend before he died, so he had to press the pause button first.

Except for Alejandro, everyone turned their attention to him, as if they saw some hope.

"Mr. Alarcon, may I ask, have you heard of Ian Doyle?" Jack was always very polite to dying people.

Alarcon frowned, as if he was a little confused as to where the young man in front of him came from. He thought for a while before replying, "If you are referring to the Beiran man, then you have found the wrong person. He and His people are now working for Carlos Reyes.”

"OK, excuse me." Jack turned around and left in a depressed tone. As expected, things were not going to go so smoothly. At this time, Alarcon's voice continued to be heard from behind.

"I'm sorry about your wife and daughter, but that matter has nothing to do with personal grudges."

"It's a personal grudge for me." Alessandro's voice was low and hoarse.

"Don't do it in front of my child." Alarcon's words were accompanied by the uncontrollable sobs of the woman next to him.

"It's time to see God." As soon as Alejandro finished speaking, three consecutive gunshots were heard, and the sobbing stopped abruptly. Jack turned around in shock and found Alarcon's wife and his two young sons lying on the ground. In a pool of blood.

"Go on, finish your dinner." Alejandro said through gritted teeth. Alarcon opposite him widened his eyes in horror, as if he couldn't believe why a "good man" he thought would do anything to his wife. Take action.

Jack sighed silently, this idiot simply sent his wife and children to hell with his own hands.

Two more gunshots rang out, and Alarcon dove into the dinner plate in front of him.

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