Chapter 607 Rooftop Party and Malicious Threats

The two of them walked up to the rooftop together as they spoke. Jason took the cup handed by Ray Perry and drank it in one gulp. He immediately put on a mask of pain, "Damn it, I'd better enjoy Jack's cigar."

The night on the plateau was actually a bit cool. The team members lit a fire in a large iron oil drum for lighting and sat in a circle.

Jason distributed all the cigars to everyone and poured half a cup of watered vodka into the disposable paper cup in his hand. "Although today's action failed to achieve the goal, we still want to celebrate. I am glad that everyone is safe."

"That's right, boss!" Everyone raised their wine glasses in applause and drank it all with grins on their faces.

"Gentlemen, if you insist on breaking my rules, at least you shouldn't insult my country by drinking this donkey urine, okay?"

Colonel Martinez's voice came from behind the crowd, and following the sound, he and Lieutenant Lopez were seen walking slowly towards this side, one behind the other.

Realizing that everyone's eyes were on him, the colonel smiled and took out a bottle of tequila from his back and shook it.

"Haha, that's right."

"Wow!"

Amid the cheers of everyone, Colonel Martinez filled the glasses for everyone and said at the same time, "Today is the first time we fight side by side, and it is also the first time we fight against Doza and his lackeys. It is worth having a drink."

Lieutenant Lopez carried a bag of lemons, cut them with a saber, and handed them to the team members along with green salt. He taught them to sprinkle the green salt on the tiger's mouth, lick the green salt, drink the tequila, and then bite the lemon. It is said that this is a traditional local drinking method, and I don’t know if it has any connection with three mouths and one pig.

"Jason, your soldiers are the best I have ever seen, and you, Agent Tavole, although this is my first time dealing with the FBI, you left a very deep impression on me."

Seeing Colonel Martinez raising his glass to him, Jack smiled and raised his glass in salute, "Just call me Jack. You and Lieutenant Lopez are both very good soldiers."

"May the force be with you, right, Lopez? Am I right in saying that?" Sonny recited the Spanish phrase that Jack had taught him before and directed it at Lieutenant Lopez. Wink your eyes to show that you have an extraordinary memory.

Lieutenant Lopez suppressed a smile and glanced at Jack with an expression that he didn't know whether to expose or not.

"You know that sentence is from "Star Wars", right?" Clay Spencer obviously knew a little Spanish and asked with a smile. Seeing that Sonny was still confused, he repeated it in English. He said it once, causing all the other teammates to burst into laughter.

"Aha, you sly FBI boy, okay, you tricked me this time, but I'll get it back, man." Sonny is a Texas cowboy who enjoys himself very much, and is also very good at himself. Make things right for yourself.

Even with the good-tasting spirits to add to the fun, the atmosphere at the scene gradually cooled down. Each of the team members looked at the blazing fire without making a sound, with thoughtful expressions on their faces.

"It seems like you are not in high spirits? Are you still depressed about the actions during the day?" The mature Colonel Martinez was keenly aware of the thoughts of these soldiers and asked with a smile.

"Maybe you think it's nothing, but I still want to say that it is thanks to you who rescued those six people from the dead that now there are six families there to celebrate the survivors instead of holding funerals.

To me, that's victory, isn't it? "

"Listening to what you said, it makes me feel much better. Family is more important than anything else, right?"

Jason smiled bitterly. In fact, he had no choice at the time. It was not the right decision to leave six dying people waiting to die in the slaughterhouse, or to divide the troops and cause his team members to be trapped.

"Aren't you curious about what I experienced in Mexico before? I can't tell you the confidential part, but maybe I can tell you some things I know."

Seeing that the atmosphere had cooled down again, Jack suddenly spoke. He knew that Jason's decision not to pursue the pursuit today had made these soldiers who were used to being asked to complete tasks at any cost somewhat depressed. He decided to work part-time as a political commissar today. Do ideological work.

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"Then he killed the drug lord's family in front of me, and I didn't stop him. No matter at that moment or afterward, I didn't have such an idea."

Of course, what Jack was talking about was the secret operation he and Alejandro had made. He hid the names and places, changed his appearance, and told everyone as if it were a story.

At this time, not only the members of Team B, but also Major Blackburn who was busy downstairs, the members of the logistics support team and another intelligence officer Mandy Ellis also went up to the rooftop.

Colonel Martinez asked someone to get a few cases of beer, and everyone gathered around to listen to Jack's story while drinking.

"Is he really telling the truth? Are the drug lords you Mexicans, uh, Marines, face like crazy?" Clay Spencer was completely attracted by this story and couldn't help but stutter when he spoke.

"That prosecutor from a country in South America, his wife and his daughter, oh my God, it's unbelievable."

He has been following Team B for nearly two years, and has seen a lot of all kinds of terrorists and brutal enemies, but this is his first time dealing with an anthropomorphic species like a drug dealer.

Just like Jane Banner who partnered with Jack at the beginning, he had no idea before what kind of ferocious opponents these Mexican soldiers were fighting.

"Sorry Lieutenant, I shouldn't have forced you before." Jason suddenly picked up the cup in his hand to greet Lieutenant Lopez and apologized solemnly.

"No, it's not your fault." The latter waved his hands quickly, "I grew up in Depro, and watched my friends and relatives around me become accomplices of drug dealers, or be killed by them.

I tried so hard to distance myself from it all, I left that place, got married, and had two sons.”

Watching him describe his journey with tears in his eyes, and how he later made up his mind to join the battle against the drug addicts, all the members of Team B fell silent for a moment.

"So yours, Colonel? Aren't you worried about your family?" Jason asked Colonel Martinez beside him in a low voice.

"Oh, me, I'm not worried now. Since I decided to deal with Doza two years ago, I sent them to Spain. They are safe there and Doza's hands can't reach that far."

Martinez forced a smile on his face, "Although they are far away from everything they are familiar with and more than 9,000 kilometers away from me, at least they are safe, right?"

"Yes, at least they are safe." Jason murmured to himself, as if thinking of his family.

"Your wife, if she is like my wife and is willing to give everything for this family, she must also be a saint, right?" The two middle-aged men seemed to have finally found a common language, and they chatted one by one. their respective families.

It is true that the families of seals do not need to face the threat of drug traffickers, but they are still afraid for their relatives fighting outside.

"What about you? Agent Tavole. Sorry, Jack, are you married?" As if he was worried that Jack would be left out, Colonel Martinez turned to Jack again and asked.

"Does a girlfriend count?" Jack could only show a polite yet embarrassed smile when he saw that he was not picking up the pot.

"Haha, there must be more than one handsome young man like you." Just in the middle of the colonel's words, he was interrupted by a deafening explosion in the distance.

"What happened?"

"Where did it explode?"

Everyone stood up and looked towards the direction of the explosion. Jack was also a little surprised. They were now in Mexico City, the capital of Mexico. They were not the lawless Juarez where gunshots continued all night long. Before, there was no sound of police cars nearby. So audible.

"Sir, there is a car over there." A Mexican soldier on guard ran toward the crowd and pointed to the street not far behind him.

Flames rose into the sky along with thick smoke, and a car parked not far from the base was set on fire. The explosion just now came from here.

Everyone stood on the edge of the rooftop and looked toward the place where the flames were blazing. Another explosion sounded. It might be that the fuel tank of the car was ignited. The burning fire became a little brighter, illuminating the wall next to the street clearly.

There were several large portrait posters of Lieutenant Lopez posted on the wall, and next to them was a family portrait of his wife and two sons.

"Muerta." The lieutenant looked pale and stared blankly at the scene in front of him. "Gonzalez recognized me and they found my family."