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

Jack didn't know what kind of chaos this money would cause in Mexico, but Matt's plan did work.

One afternoon two days later, when Jack and Jane stepped into the small auditorium again, it had been rearranged into a temporary command center, and several technicians in Army uniforms were busy in front of the screen.

"The IRS action is working and Manuel Diaz is being recalled to Mexico."

On the screen, a tall and thin middle-aged man was getting into a high-end Mercedes-Benz. This was a drone perspective. Jack noticed that on the other screen, it should be a satellite perspective, staring at the uninhabited wilderness. A broken car in the middle is the entrance to the tunnel.

After not seeing him for a few days, Alejandro looked a little more weathered, his eyes were red, his beard and sideburns were all connected together, and he also exuded an indescribable smell.

Surveillance work is very tiring. In order to completely control Diaz's whereabouts, DEA undercover agents, Army drones, satellites in the sky, and some unknown surveillance methods of the CIA were all used.

The FBI can't get involved in this kind of thing. Although the surveillance target is in China, because a lot of CIA resources were used during the period, Jack and Jane consciously stayed away from this small auditorium for the past two days.

Alejandro seemed more interested in this work than Matt, who occasionally couldn't stand it anymore and ran out to smoke a cigarette and drink with Jack and Jane.

Then he seriously suggested to Jack, who was having a leisurely barbecue on the rooftop, that one day he no longer wanted to work in the FBI and could apply for a job at the CIA. He was not sure about being an agent, but he would definitely be fine as a chef at the Langley headquarters.

Matt came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Leave it to me to confirm. Go take a rest and take a hot bath."

Although Alejandro looked tired, there was a rare smile on his face.

"So, it's tonight?" Jack was also relieved. Although he seemed relaxed these past few days, he had actually been making preparations secretly, and now it was finally time to see the real chapter.

Matt clapped his hands, waited until the group of Deltas chatting aside looked at him, and then motioned to Michael, who had appeared at an unknown time, to come forward and speak.

After a few days of mysterious disappearance, Michael reappeared, bringing a large box of high-end goods, ranging from GPVNG18, a fusion-enhanced four-eye night vision device to Peltor Comtac communication noise-cancelling headphones.

"Okay, let's clarify our actions. We will drive to the destination and then walk. Here is a map."

He said and distributed the materials in his hand to everyone, "This map is based on tunnels discovered in other areas. It is only for reference and is not accurate.

Once you reach the Mexican side, there will be a staging area, and then there will be another passage leading to a large warehouse, and a small path leading to the main road.

Your mission is to sweep up drug traffickers. Pay special attention to the fact that the other party will use local police cars to transport drugs. If you see anyone in uniform, don't hesitate to treat them as enemies. "

At this point, he paused and turned to look at Matt, "What are the rules of engagement?"

"Free fire." The latter said these two bloody words in an understatement. The so-called free fire translates to "shoot to kill".

Michael seemed not to notice, and his tone was still relaxed, "OK, the rules of engagement are free fire. We have to move in and out quickly to provide cover for those who infiltrate, so the movement after the operation starts must be loud."

"Yeah, it's going to be as loud as the Fourth of July fireworks, guys." Matt took over and emphasized again. As he high-fived his hands again, the Delta team members received night vision goggles and communicators. Everyone left to prepare.

"Confirmed, Diaz has set off and is heading southeast. It will take about an hour to reach the tunnel entrance." An army technician put down his headset and said loudly.

"OK, you guys go get ready, we'll set off in 40 minutes." Matt raised his hand to look at the time and said to Jack and Jane.

Jack took the night vision goggles, communication headset and IR mark for night identification from Michael, but did not move from where he was, but looked at Matt with a smile.

"Any more questions? You and the FBI can just follow Delta." Matt looked confused.

The dog came here to rub his flesh every day, but at the critical moment he pretended to be dumbfounded. Jack just stared at this guy without blinking, until he touched his nose with a guilty conscience.

"Are you sure you want to infiltrate with Alejandro? You must know that he has no intention of coming back alive, and we can't go deep into Mexico to rescue you. That will cause big trouble."

"Then I won't bother you. I'll figure it out myself." Jack didn't want to listen to his continued deception and turned around to leave.

"OK, OK, I've already talked to Alejandro, he will take you with him." Matt raised his hands to express surrender, but then pointed at Jane.

"But your girl must come with us."

"Of course, that's why she stays here."

Jack raised his hand to stop Jane who was hesitant to speak. What he was going to do next was too dangerous and not suitable for her to participate. Asking her to follow the Delta operation was just to make the whole thing look like a simple annihilation of DU traffickers. Ordinary operations in clandestine transport tunnels.

Half an hour later, a group of heavily armed people got into three Saban cars respectively. Matt kept making phone calls along the way to confirm Diaz's whereabouts. This guy had been driving alone in a hurry before, and now he was almost there. The small town of Nogales.

Silent all the way, the action team headed in the same direction from another highway. There was also a drone watching at the other end of the tunnel. After it was confirmed that Diaz entered Mexico through the tunnel, the operation would begin immediately.

An hour later, the setting sun had completely submerged into the horizon. Three Saban vehicles stopped about a kilometer away from the broken car covering the tunnel entrance, and everyone got out of the car.

"Check the gear!"

"Thermal imaging OK!"

"Night vision ready!"

"Communication OK!"

Unlike the other team members who were wearing desert camouflage, Alejandro, who had cleaned himself up again, put on a black special night suit and a black hood similar to a diving suit, which made him look unique.

Jack didn't wear such professional clothes. He just put on a dark T-shirt and jeans. His carrying equipment was also a black FBI-SWAT suit. The actual effect was not much different.

He left the FBI's Glock pistol in Los Angeles. This time he took two high-power pistols with him when he went out. The backup gun FK7.5 was still a backup gun. At this moment, he was staying peacefully in the holster under his arm.

There is also a MK24 that Seal gave him as a gift, the MK24 with the golden anchor LOGO, which is now inserted into the quick-draw holster on his right thigh.

The main weapon is still the HK417 with a 16-inch barrel. Strictly speaking, he should change to a microflush similar to Alessandro, which will make it easier to move.

But for the sake of future missions, he not only put on the long silencer, but also put on a night vision device in front of the scope.

Everyone is wearing the same Pro-Tec tactical helmet with a night vision device on the front and an infrared strobe light on the back of the head for night identification.

This kind of helmet is made of engineering plastic and is not bulletproof, but it is light and breathable and is very suitable for drilling in tunnels.

After all preparations were completed, the sun had completely submerged into the horizon, and the originally gorgeous sunset had disappeared, leaving only a faint afterglow, turning everyone present into black silhouettes.

It's the end of the month, please give me a monthly ticket.