Chapter 496 Bloody plot and cold-blooded plan

"Waltfalk?" Jack and Jane, who had just closed the door, were both stunned, suspecting that they heard wrongly.

"Yes, he wants to marry me to Juan the Machete, the leader of the Matamoros gang." Isabel raised her head and took a deep breath, trying to stop her tears.

Well, Jack completely understands why Isabel wants to join WPP, but he would have to find a way to escape.

He had seen the photo of Juan "Machete" in the information. He couldn't say that he was exactly the same as Danny Trejo, the professional villain in Hollywood. He could only say that he was better.

His face is fleshy and there are pits and scars that look like the surface of the moon. Being the leader of a DU cartel and ruthless and murderous is only secondary. The most important thing is his age.

If Jack remembers correctly, Juan "Machete" seems to be a few years older than Isabel's father, Carlos Sr., who would be 60 this year.

It is really enviable and despising for a sixty-year-old man to marry a sixteen-year-old girl. Jack thought about Michael, who had lamented Isabel's wonderful life before. How about dressing him up and sending him to "Machete" Juan forget it.

"So, your father came to pick you up today, not to celebrate your birthday, but to take you to meet the boss of the Matamoros Gang?" After hearing her story, Jane hugged Isabel distressedly.

Strictly speaking, Isabel is considered a victim. According to her, she and Carlos Jr. are half-brothers and sisters, and there is no relationship at all. As for Carlos Sr., they only have hatred.

Isabel's mother was once a local beauty queen, but she became Carlos Sr.'s favorite before she became famous. When she was ten years old, her mother had an affair with one of Carlos Sr.'s bodyguards and wanted to elope with her daughter to leave Mexico.

Of course, they failed, and in the end both Isabel's mother and the bodyguard died under the gun of the old Carlos. This scene was witnessed by the young Isabel, and the seeds of hatred were planted in her heart.

Uh. It's really a bit silly. Jack is temporarily skeptical about this. He is a little unsure whether this little girl is fooling him by watching a silly drama about Mexican specialties.

But if what she said is true, then Matt's plan can be carried out as planned, but the bait needs to be changed, and Isabel will be replaced by old Carlos.

Judging from the current situation, the disappearance of old Carlos is absolutely good news for little La Carlos. One can imagine how violent his reaction will be when he knows that his good life will end in a few days. .

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Matt didn't expect that even though he and Alejandro were waterboarding, they couldn't get much out of Carlos Sr. Instead, it was Jack who made progress first.

It's not that waterboarding doesn't work, it's just that they don't know what specific questions to ask. They have produced a lot of evidence on DU trafficking. However, since they have already done the "dirty work", it doesn't matter if the evidence is not enough. important.

Just throw people into Guantanamo, and no one will care about them until they die. If that doesn't work, there will be various overseas "dark prisons" and even floating prisons that will always float on the high seas.

But Matt, this guy, is a little darker than Jack imagined.

"It's not enough to put old Carlos back, the little girl has to come too."

"Why?" Jack tried hard to maintain his facial expression, not wanting to reveal his inner emotions.

"We don't know much about Juan the Machete, the boss of the Matamoros gang. If Carlos Sr. can't convince him to help him counterinsurgency, that girl is an important bargaining chip."

Matt analyzed it very cold-bloodedly.

"She is only sixteen years old." Before Jack could speak, Alejandro, who stood aside and never participated in the discussion, interrupted with a sullen expression.

"We are just sending her back. We are not the ones who really decide her fate, are we?" Matt waved his hand without any doubt.

Seeing what Alejandro wanted to say, Jack spoke first, "Leave a drone above my head then. I will keep it this time. Ian Doyle will probably show up."

Matt narrowed his eyes slightly, looking a little surprised, "You are just an FBI, you know what it means to be alone in a place like that."

Jack was really not motivated, and he was willing to risk his life for the daughter of a DU gangster he just met. He used Doyle's photo to confirm with Isabel that this person did often appear next to her brother Carlos Jr.

Whether little Carlos wants to kill his own father directly, or wants to use a borrowed knife to kill someone, or frame it for the Matamoros gang, strong manpower will definitely be needed, and Doyle is very likely to be involved.

As for Matt, he also needs someone to stay voluntarily, because as Jack said at the moment, "You have to keep people anyway just in case, right? If Carlos Jr. didn't take action, Carlos Sr. would have died." In Matamoros gang territory.”

Matt thought for a while and shrugged nonchalantly, "OK, I will set up a few evacuation points nearby, and I will give you the coordinates then. I wish you good luck."

It was a long night and many dreams. After spending a day and confirming that Isabel's information was true, Matt decided to take action in the morning of the third day.

Jack and Jane took the little girl to Corpus Christi Air Force Base early in the morning. The escort team consisted of three military Humvees and the bulletproof Saberban. After entering Mexico, a convoy of Mexican federal special police would join them. Protect.

The handover took place at a federal police station in the small Mexican city of Mendes, deep in the territory of the Matamoros gang.

After little Carlos gets the news, he may be able to send his elite men to infiltrate it, but it will not be that easy to figure it out after they have done it.

Isabel was very reluctant when she learned that she would be sent back to Mexico. After seeing old Carlos wearing a black hood, she suddenly became furious like a little wild cat. Jack had no choice but to tie her hands with plastic handcuffs. got up.

"Let's separate the father and daughter into two cars." Matt rolled his eyes, and after a rare moment of conversation, he escorted old Carlos and stuffed him into the Hummer in front.

"Be honest." Jack pressed the little wild cat's head, put a bulletproof vest on her, inserted bulletproof plates on the front and back, and then got her into the passenger seat of Saboban. Unexpectedly, Alejandro hugged her UMP45 got into the back seat of his car without saying a word.

Jack checked the equipment in the back seat of the car. This time he brought out all the equipment he could carry. He also specially prepared two more sets of clothes and several water bottles. Although he was now in superhuman physical condition, he still had to go without water for a long time. Killing people.

The convoy drove out of the base, and the Suburban driven by Jack was sandwiched in the middle, ranking second to last. Compared with the low-profile military Humvee, it seemed a bit unharmonious.

An hour later, the convoy crossed the border, and Mexican federal special police police cars, which had been waiting at the border crossing point for a long time, joined the escort team in a formation of three in front and four behind.

Just like last time, four of these police cars were pickup trucks with machine guns, and the rest were ordinary police cars. But this time the road was much easier to walk than last time. The road was not wide, and it was only a two-way single lane. At least it's not as bumpy.

"The weather is nice today. It's a good day to go out." Matt seemed to be in a good mood, chatting loudly with Michael on the channel.

Jack looked around and saw the flat Gobi terrain, yellow sand all over the sky, and the weather was pretty good.

"You are a liar, you are not a policeman at all!" Isabel finally couldn't help it and shouted loudly.

"No, the FBI is also a police officer, and I am a federal agent." Jack retorted with a smile.

"Tell her that we saved her, let her sit still and be grateful." Matt said loudly in the headset.

Jack rolled his eyes silently and said nothing. Although without their presence, this girl's fate might still be so unfortunate, but since she gave people hope and then abruptly cut off this hope, it would be a bit unethical. .

"Attention Oscar 1, the asphalt road ends half a mile ahead." A notification suddenly came from the communication channel. It was a voice from the operations center. A monitoring team was monitoring the situation around the convoy through attack drones in the sky.

"Repeat, what do you mean?" Matt asked loudly as if he didn't hear clearly.

"The asphalt ends half a mile ahead," the surveillance team repeated.

"Fuck, no job is easy." Michael, who drove Matt, complained loudly.

At the same time, Jack quickly turned on the internal circulation of the air conditioner. The next moment, smoke and dust were everywhere outside, and his vision became blurry.