Chapter 475 Alejandro’s Story
Jack opened a can of beer, walked into the bathroom, and turned on the shower faucet. Although this was a military dormitory, he had checked it and theoretically there was no possibility of being eavesdropped.
But since you are dealing with the CIA now, you can never go wrong with being cautious.
Alejandro’s story is not complicated. As a Colombian prosecutor, he lived a comfortable life and had a successful career. He had a wife who loved him deeply and a well-behaved and sensible daughter. His only regret may be that he lost his daughter due to illness. hearing.
And this beautiful life turned into a nightmare after he sued several Mexican DU traffickers.
Strictly speaking, Alejandro was not very righteous in his career as a prosecutor. After all, in these countries, the entire family of officials who dared to publicly declare war on DU traffickers was basically killed.
Alejandro can only be said to have retained the basic limits, and he still has some sympathy for the suffering people at the bottom of the country. However, even this little limit has made him become a certain person. A thorn in the side.
On a leisurely sunny afternoon, a group of drug dealers from Mexico broke into Alejandro's home, raped his wife and daughter under 10 years old in front of him, and then beheaded his wife. decapitated his daughter and then threw his daughter into a barrel filled with sulfuric acid.
From that day on, Alejandro abandoned his humanity and became a killer who lived solely for revenge.
He moves among various forces, including cartel groups, criminal police, dirty politicians, CIA, or others who want to use him to eliminate competitors.
Anyone can cooperate and hire him, but the way of hiring is not money, but providing him with the opportunity for revenge.
The third person in the Sonora Group they are going to deal with this time, Fausto Alarcon, nicknamed "The Executioner", is one of Alejandro's revenge targets.
This tragic story made Jane shudder, and she understood why Jack warned her before. Such a person may not care about other people's eyes, but he also doesn't mind silencing people who know the secrets of his past.
"Sounds like someone from the Mexican Marines or the Brazilian BOPE special police action force."
After reading the information provided by Jack, Jane also took the time to get a good understanding of the current situation of drug trafficking in Latin America. Of course, the main method was Gu Ge. The two troops she mentioned were from her country. Anti-drug pioneer.
The members of Brazilian BOPE are almost all people who have been persecuted by drug traffickers and are determined to protect their homeland with their lives, which is naturally tragic.
When dealing with drug dealers, they are extremely ruthless and never even care whether stray bullets will hurt innocent people.
The Mexican Marine Corps can be called the last ray of light in Mexico's anti-drug cause, because in that country, the local police have been completely corrupted and degraded. The federal police are slightly better, but only slightly better.
The Marine Corps, which has been floating on the sea all year round and has been almost uncorrupted by drug dealers, has become the only place where young people who long for revenge because their relatives died at the hands of drug dealers can go.
This is why the unknown old sergeant major emphasized that after entering the country, anyone may be an enemy.
Jack shook his head, "Alejandro is different from them. He will also cooperate with some cartel groups just to avenge their competitors. His true identity now is actually a hired killer of the Medellin Group."
"Walter Falk?" Jane cursed in disbelief, "How is it possible? How could the CIA cooperate with the DU cartel?"
Jack laughed dumbly, "The Medellin Group is no longer the arrogant super drug empire it once was. Who do you think is standing behind them now?
Since the death of Pablo Escobar, the group has become a dog on a chain. The other end of the chain has been held in the hands of Langley (CIA headquarters, referring to CIA). "
Jian pursed her lips and looked annoyed, "Is it too late for me to quit now?"
Jack rolled his eyes. This girl is not stupid. She actually knows how to be afraid now, but it's a pity that it's too late.
"Don't think too much. In their eyes, we, the FBI, are just a piece of paper to wipe their ass. The only reason they are willing to take us with them is because they need the FBI to sign on the final report to confirm the legality of the entire operation. That's the same as As always."
He paused and made a suggestion with a serious expression, "Of course, after this matter is over, you'd better apply to be transferred from your current position. The border job is not suitable for you. If you want to pursue a career, there are many better ways. .”
Nowadays, Jane's main job is to listen to advice. Whether it is the unexploded bomb before or what she has seen in the past two days, she realizes that even if she goes to the streets to have shootouts with suspects every day, she will be safer than dealing with drug dealers at the border. After all, who doesn’t have one or two relatives they care about?
After telling the story, Jack crushed the empty can in his hand and threw it into the trash can. He picked up Jane and put it on the washstand. He lowered his head and kissed her. This story was not told in vain. It was time to get paid.
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Early the next morning, a group of six Saberbans drove onto the highway from El Paso to Juarez. Jack drove the bulletproof Saberban that Emily got at the front of the convoy.
Matt was sitting in the passenger seat, with Alejandro and Jane in the back seat. Matt's partner Michael was in the back car, in the same car as the two old bailiffs.
Half an hour later, the border crossing point was in sight. There was no need for inspection when leading from the United States to Mexico. A Black Hawk followed the convoy until the convoy passed the bridge and crossed the border point, then turned around and returned.
There is not much scenery along the way. A desert is dotted with dots of green, which are some unknown drought-resistant plants. From Arizona, New Mexico to Texas, this is basically the case on the border between the United States and Mexico.
In addition to the highway and the high-voltage power towers along the way, the most eye-catching thing is a long border wall composed of four to five meters high barbed wire.
There was a checkpoint on each side of the border point. Jack entered Mexico smoothly without slowing down. Almost less than a kilometer after leaving the checkpoint, the road suddenly began to bump.
"Watch your speed." Matt finally spoke, breaking the silence in the car.
In fact, without him reminding him, Jack had already slowed down the car to 40 miles. If he went faster, he was worried that the broken road would cause his head to break through the roof of the car.
Two police motorcycles, sirens blaring, caught up with the convoy, and then more than a dozen vehicles were already parked on the side of the road waiting. A police convertible pickup truck painted in dark blue also followed up, protecting the entire convoy. middle.
Jack gently braked and let the two pickup trucks pass him and come to the front of the truck to clear the way. He also observed the two-person team in the truck, wearing black masks and looking like very elite Mexican federal special police.
The rear compartment of each police pickup truck painted in blue and white is equipped with a thick guardrail. A machine gun rack is welded to the guardrail, and an M249SAW light machine gun is mounted on it.
At this time, the convoy had entered the city, and densely packed buildings began to appear along the way. These shabby small buildings, one after another, only two or three stories high, with peeling exterior walls, made Jack feel like he was dreaming back to his previous life in the 1990s. , the illusion of an urban-rural fringe that only comes to the fourth- and fifth-tier small cities in Seris.