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

Seeing the two parting, Matt and Jack stepped forward. Matt glanced at the bucket of pure water held by Alejandro and couldn't help but clicked his tongue, "Isn't this too much?"

Jack wasn't quite sure what his bucket of pure water was for, but thinking of what Matt said before, about wanting to see the FBI's methods, he could probably guess that it wasn't a good thing, and it was probably a method used to extract a confession.

The three of them continued walking along the corridor. Alejandro said as they walked, "My old friend just told me a rumor. The Sonora Group dug a new tunnel and it has now become their main way to enter Arizona." .”

Matt grinned, "Hopefully Guillermo won't let us down."

Arriving at the door of a room, Michael's whistle came from inside. Matt shook his head and opened the door with a smirk on his face.

"It looks like you've filled him with water. What a devil."

The black hood on Guillermo's face has been removed. He is a fat man weighing more than 250 pounds. Different from the ordinary fat man's naive look, this guy has a full face and a ponytail common among Indians.

The room was empty, except for Guillermo who was tied to a chair in the middle. There was only a table against the wall. Michael was sitting leisurely on the table, and five empty mineral springs were already placed beside it. water bottle.

Jack noticed that although Guillermo acted like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, when he saw the three of them entering the room, especially Alessandro, his lips trembled obviously and his pupils shrank suddenly.

"OK, my work is done, I'll leave the rest to you." Michael jumped off the table, clapped his hands easily, asked the other person to leave together, and turned off the camera when he left.

Hearing the door behind him being closed, Matt smiled and approached Guillermo, "You didn't expect us to successfully transport you here, did you?"

"I don't speak English." Guillermo shook his face and tried to maintain a nonchalant expression.

"What a coincidence, I brought you two friends, and they happen to speak Spanish."

After saying that, he turned to look at Jack and Alejandro, "Which one of you comes first?"

Jack took the initiative to step aside, "I said, I only have one question, let's leave it for the end."

Matt walked to the table, sat directly on it, and made a sign of please. Alessandro put the bucket of pure water in his hand on the ground, and walked over to Guillermo expressionlessly, using his knee to It pressed against his lower abdomen.

"You're about to know what hell is like here, gay Yang."

After saying that, he exerted force, and Guillermo's bladder, which was already protesting, screamed at his brain unable to hold on because he was filled with water.

"No, Medellin!"

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Five hours later, as the sun set, Matt and Alejandro got the answers they wanted, but Jack got nothing.

After helping Guillermo disassemble his long-disrepaired joints three times, Jack reluctantly confirmed that this guy was too low-level and knew nothing about Ian Doyle.

Leaving the interrogation room, Matt and Alejandro left in a hurry. They had obtained specific information about the tunnel and needed to find someone to confirm it.

The people who are most familiar with the border situation are naturally those smugglers who have gone through all the trouble to enter the United States from Mexico, so they also brought Jane with them.

Jane has acquaintances in ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) and is a woman, making her the best person to communicate with the frightened Mexicans.

After a long night of sleep, Jack went up to the rooftop and cut off a small section of the burned part. He lit the unfinished cigar again and looked at the mountains in the distance.

Under the dark night, the nearby city of El Paso was dimly lit. This is a small city with a population of only a few hundred thousand, and the city layout is very loose. Dots of street lights barely outline the outline of the entire city.

Looking further into the distance, Ciudad Juárez, across the river from El Paso, is extremely lively. More than a million people are crowded into the already small city. At this time, it is already brightly lit and makes people feel... I couldn't help but have an illusion, as if the opposite side was a prosperous developed country.

Before Jack had even taken two puffs on his half-cigar, he heard at least three gun battles breaking out in the distant city. The rattling gunshots were vague, but extremely clear, and there were even tracer bullets shot by machine guns. the night sky.

"Are you watching the fireworks?" Michael's mean voice came from behind.

Before he finished speaking, a ball of fire suddenly burst out in the distance, and the huge explosion instantly suffocated the entire city of Juarez. Although it was more than ten kilometers away, it was still clearly audible.

Jack did not look back, but curled his lips slightly, "You must have seen this kind of scene often when you were in Syria."

Michael rubbed his hands and came closer, "Actually, it's not bad. Most of the time there, I can sleep peacefully at night."

He paused and handed Jack a wine bottle with some reluctance, "A bottle of 'Arak' in exchange for one of your Cuban products."

Jack smiled and handed him a cannon and took the flask. He was surprised to find that it was a PLA 83-style kettle. The corners of his eyes twitched and his face became a little ugly.

"I exchanged this for an M1911 from a very famous local winemaker. This kind of 'Arak' brewed with dates is quite rare."

Michael put the cannon under his nose and smelled it, taking a deep breath as if intoxicated. It was completely dark at this time, and he did not notice Jack's change in micro-expression.

"This wine bottle is very interesting. I've never seen it before." Jack tried hard to maintain his expression. He unscrewed the lid and took a sniff as if nothing had happened. The smell of wine that filled his nose was filled with a strong anise flavor. I'm afraid this degree is not good. Less than "water of life".

"Oh, it was a gift from the winemaker. It is said to have come from one of his friends in Seris. You know, Damascus has become very close to that big eastern country in the past two years."

Jack shrugged, his face returned to normal, he lit the lighter with a clang, and lit the cigarette for Michael. The latter took two puffs, his face full of joy, completely unaware that the FBI in front of him had just gone through a hundred kinds of evil death in his heart. own plan.

"This is what happens after you chop off a chicken's head." Michael sighed as he looked at the chaotic scene in the distance.

Jack had just recovered his thoughts and turned around three times in his mind before he understood that this was an American slang term for a group of people without a leader, and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, because they are too close to heaven."

At the end of the month, please give me some monthly tickets and dedicate a new book from a friend.

Destiny passes from now on, I will draw a tributary for it.

They say destiny is inevitable, so I'm lucky.

"I'll Forge a New Destiny"