Chapter 615: Knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger (please give me some monthly votes, cont

"So how often does Russo come to town?" Ray Perry asked.

"Well" Mandy Ellis's expression paused slightly, "He last showed up two months ago. We don't think we need to wait too long."

Sonny spread his hands, "So we can only wait like this, waiting for this guy to get hungry and thirsty and come to the city to recruit tricks?"

"Of course not. The longer time passes, the easier it will be for the news that Carla Reyes is under our control to be exposed. Once the news is exposed, Russo will not take the bait." Jack, who had been lowering his head in contemplation, raised his hand to signal everyone to wait a moment. Don't be impatient.

"I'm thinking about whether I can trick him into going to Mexico City."

"What do you think?" asked Major Blackburn.

Jack looked at everyone, "Russo is solely responsible for the production and processing of drug addicts, right? If we create some trouble for him, such as attacking a drug factory,"

"Ceramic factory!" Colonel Martinez suddenly said, pointing at Rita Alfaro and said urgently in Spanish, who suddenly understood and started operating on another screen.

"What?" Everyone was a little confused.

Several photos appeared on the secondary screen, "This is an abandoned ceramics factory outside the city. It is the largest drug-making workshop of the Doza Group in the vicinity. If you take it away, it will create a big trouble. One can make the 'Raso' Big trouble that I have to go back to the city to deal with.”

"I don't think so." Clay Spencer objected, "The Doza Group has been in the drug business for so many years, and this kind of loss is just a common occurrence for them, just like it is now. You have known this for a long time. The factory already exists, but it has not taken action, precisely because it is clear about this."

Everyone looked at Colonel Martinez in unison. It must be admitted that Clay's words actually made sense. If the Mexican police or military just took action and took away a drug-making workshop, it seems that they might not be able to lead the "razor". Return to Mexico City.

"But what if it was their competitors who did it?" Jason's eyes moved slightly and he looked at Jack. He remembered the Spanish sentence that someone had to yell out every time he made a move.

"There's no way Doza would ignore something like this." Colonel Martinez said with a bright smile on his face.

"OK, then let's form a drug cartel. Jack, what is the name of the 'Juan the Scimitar' gang you always mentioned before?" Jason had already made his decision.

"The Matamoros Gang." Jack thought this was a good idea. "I can retrieve relevant information about them. If we want to look like them, we need to do a lot of preparation work."

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"What is this?" Seeing the logistics support officer Lisa Davis cover her arm with a large sticker-like thing and spraying it with water to wet it, Sonny looked confused and wanted to touch it.

"Don't move the tattoo, just peel it off in five minutes." Lisa Davis gave the restless guy a slap on the back of his hand to tell him to be honest.

Colonel Martinez was on the sidelines emphasizing the precautions, "You must cover all tattoos related to seals, wear civilian clothes, and cover your face, except for Lieutenant Lopez."

Yes, Lieutenant Lopez is back. He has also shaved off his beard and had a bald head. He is grinning in front of the mirror. Jack has tattooed his head almost all over with tattoo stickers. It looks just like the tattoos he had before. The executioner Carlos Gonzalez looks similar.

Jack used a small piece of gold foil to stick on his front teeth, pretending to be dentures, and explained with a smile.

"This is a tattoo unique to people who have been in the 'MS-13' gang. Many drug cartels in Mexico like to breed their people. They are cruel and vicious and never show mercy."

He was in a very happy mood, and the makeup skills he learned from the old CIA Joe Mason were finally put to use.

Colonel Martinez continued, "There are no communication tools, no military jargon, no hand gestures, people who don't speak Spanish are prohibited from speaking, and the attacks have to look like the work of a drug cartel."

"Rough and simple," Jason added.

"Yes, rough and simple, you will divide into two teams to enter from both sides of the building, then meet in the middle, place bombs and finally evacuate."

"How many enemies will we encounter there?" Jason asked.

"There will be no more than ten gunmen, but one thing to note is that there is no need to harm the civilians working inside. Many of them are semi-forced." Lieutenant Lopez reminded.

"OK, we won't hurt them. Let them go and let them send a message to Doza to make him suspicious. This is reasonable." Clay Spencer understood.

"Next are the rules of engagement. Kill anyone with weapons, fight quickly, enter, and retreat." Colonel Martinez said and looked at everyone, "Is there anything else you want to add?"

"Of course, we have to take away all the drug dealers we can see." Jack raised his eyebrows, "Don't forget, we are a drug cartel."

Jason clapped his hands and called everyone's attention, "OK, remember to take away all the drug addicts we can see and prepare them. We will gather in half an hour. Colonel Martinez specially collected a lot of junk. If I were You must check the guy in your hands before shooting."

The junk collected by Colonel Martinez from drug dealers was an eye-opener for Jack.

What about AK47, AK74, M4A1 carbines made in the Middle East, three G36 assault rifles that are welded together by hand and have side-by-side magazines? There are even Ruger P08 pistols that experienced World War I in the last century and Winchester companies that fought in World War II. The M1 carbines produced are antiques from our grandfather's generation.

Jack picked an Uzi submachine gun that seemed to be in fairly good condition. After thinking about it, he picked up an old Ruger that was in perfect condition. The world's first standard military semi-automatic pistol even had a gun on the handle. It is inlaid with ivory patches, and it is unknown which drug lord's collection it is. This is considered a missing piece and must be blacklisted.

It was still the six members of Team B, plus Jack and two Mexicans, a group of nine people, riding in an N-hand Toyota pickup truck with paint peeling off so much that it was almost unrecognizable, and a war-damaged Nissan car, late at night. Stopped at the entrance of the ceramics factory at 12 o'clock.

Bravo1-Jason Hayes, Bravo3-Sonny Quinn, Bravo6-Clay Spencer and Jack are responsible for breaking in from the front of the factory.

This time it was Sonny who was responsible for breaking the door. He took the lead with a Winchester 1887 lever-action shotgun, known as the "Governor's Happy Gun." Two rounds of breaking bullets knocked out the lock, and the wooden gun was already overwhelmed. Tuo actually split into two halves.

He backed away, threw away the broken gun, and pulled out an AK74 from the back of his waist.

At this time, the three Jasons had already filed in, passed through the narrow passage, entered the spacious warehouse area, and then moved forward side by side.

The two gunmen who were drinking and playing cards across from them had just stood up, and before they even touched the guns on the table, they were shot into pieces by simultaneous fire.

"Ah!" screams spread, and five or six Mexican women who were packing screamed and hid under the table. Like a common scene in many movies, these women were forced to wear masks and underwear to work to prevent them from Hidden and carried.

"Get out!" Jack shook the muzzle of his gun towards them and shouted loudly in Spanish. The women were so frightened that they rolled and crawled towards the entrance behind them.

Sonny, who was left at the end, quickly stepped forward, opened the large travel bag he was carrying, and quickly packed up the drug addicts on the table.

At the same time, fierce exchanges of fire were heard from the other end of the factory.

The three people quickly passed through the separated warehouses until they reached the fourth room. A gunman suddenly rushed towards this side from the other end. It seemed that he was frightened and wanted to escape from this side.

He suddenly raised his head and realized something was wrong. Before he even raised the muzzle of the gun in his hand, he was knocked to the ground by the ferocious firepower.

Entering the innermost warehouse, a dozen workers were hiding in the corner shivering, and several women hugged each other, making ear-piercing screams.

"Come on! Get out of here and don't come back!" Jack shouted loudly in Spanish.

"From today on, this is the territory of the Matamoros Gang. Tell Doza that 'Juan the Scimitar' says hello!"

The deafening gunshots of the AK vibrated back and forth in the closed room, and the five people on the other side were approaching.

The last warehouse was the poison making room. Jack raised his hand and killed the poison maker with a single stroke. Although this kind of person didn't have a gun, he was definitely not a good person.

"Get out! Everyone who is still here will die!" Almost in no particular order, the five people who broke in from the west also arrived here, and two Mexicans were also shouting loudly in Spanish.

After confirming that there was no one around except the bodies on the ground, Jason ordered, "Deploy bombs and meet outside."

Then he took out the walkie-talkie from his pocket and reported, "Combat center, this is Bravo1, mission accomplished, ready to evacuate."

The task of setting up a bomb is very simple. There are flammable and explosive chemicals everywhere in the poison making room. Just place the explosive package on the iron barrels and pull the chemical delay fuse on them.

This kind of chemical delay fuze contains a glass ampoule of corrosive liquid (copper chloride) and a spring-loaded firing pin. After being opened, the copper chloride will slowly corrode the control line. After the control line is blown, , the spring drives the firing pin to detonate the primer and ignite the explosive.

From old antique firearms that are thrown away easily, to this old-fashioned chemical time-delay fuse, they are all carefully designed disguises. It is easy for various drug trafficking groups in Mexico to obtain these equipment, even if the local police are bribed to come. Even if you investigate, you won't find any flaws.

Watching the shouting "gunmen" drive away from the factory in two broken-down vehicles, several workers hiding not far away walked timidly to the open space not far from the gate and chatted in low voices. sentence, pushing each other to try to get each other in to take a look.

Just when they were hesitating, a huge explosion sounded, and the shock wave knocked them to the ground. Along with the raging fire, a rolling heat wave hit their faces.

Several workers helped each other get up from the ground. Continuous explosions came one after another behind them, frightening them out of their wits. They stumbled and quickly disappeared.