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Chapter 499: The Death of “Thanos” and the Distress

In order to prevent being discovered, when Doyle set up the ambush circle, in addition to requiring the ambush militants to cover themselves with desert-colored camouflage cloth, all vehicles were parked several kilometers away.

This caused a problem. When he wanted to escape, little Carlos had to run for several kilometers in the unobstructed Gobi desert to get transportation.

Seeing his men, including Doyle, being killed by several grenades accurately, little Carlos knew that the end of the matter was over.

But he wasn't stupid enough to turn around and run away. Without the cover of this boulder, he would end up in the same fate as Doyle in a minute. He could only hide behind the stone wearing a camouflage cloth, hoping not to be caught. Discovered by drones in the sky.

On the other side of the road, the joint operations team was not in good condition. Matt's car made no movement from beginning to end. Although Jack had prepared for the worst, when he came to the Humvee, he still Gasped.

When the battle began, the renegade Mexican federal SWAT pickup truck fired at the cab of the Humvee that Matt was riding in for nearly a minute. Before Jack's Suburban overtook him from behind and knocked him off the road, the Humvee's bulletproof The glass failed to fulfill its mission and has long since shattered.

When Jack opened the car door, he saw three corpses and a dying Michael holding his neck.

"Call Black Hawk, the area has been cleared, let that bastard come back, there are seriously injured people here!" Jack yelled in the channel with some annoyance.

This was the first time that a celebrity face he was familiar with died in front of him, although the face of "Thanos" could no longer be seen.

"My Holy Mother!" Isabel covered her mouth, her eyes filled with tears, and looked at her father who was dead in the back seat with a complicated expression.

"Come here and help me."

Jack didn't give her too much time to grieve. Alejandro led a team member to clear the battlefield on the left side. The remaining three people faced off against the Mexican special police at the back of the convoy. The only one who could help now was this little boy. Girl.

"Help me hold his head." Jack dragged Michael out of the driver's seat. This guy was much luckier than Matt. Although he was shot twice in the chest and his neck was shot through, he miraculously 's survived.

One of the two bullets in his chest was blocked by the bulletproof board, and the other hit the edge of the board and bounced into his shoulder. Although he bled a lot, it was not fatal.

The trouble was the wound on his neck. Because he turned his head to avoid it, a bullet fragment avoided the artery but scratched the trachea. Every time Michael took a breath, there would be a sound of air leakage from his neck. .

This guy was very experienced. He kept covering his neck and keeping his head down, otherwise the blood pouring into his trachea would have killed him long ago.

"hold onto!"

Jack tore open a first aid kit and gave him a shot of morphine. Then he found the pharyngeal and nasal airway and cut off part of the hose at the back, leaving only a small half. He used a scalpel to cut open the front wall of his cervical trachea and cut it off. The snorkel was plugged in.

Wrapping a bandage around him and applying a healing technique to prevent accidents, this guy's life was restored. Of course, this was only temporary emergency treatment, and the rest would be left to the doctor to worry about when he returned to the rear.

"Hoo" Michael regained his life and breathed in the fresh air greedily. He temporarily lost the ability to speak, but he firmly grabbed Jack's arm with his bloody hands, "Hoo ho."

"He's gone." Jack knew what he wanted to ask. He shook his head sadly, signaled Isabel to take care of him, and turned around to rescue the wounded in the overturned Hummer at the rear of the car.

There was really nothing he could do about Matt who was shot in the head, but there were still two of the four PMCs in the Humvee who could breathe, so every one of them could be saved.

<divclass="contentadv"> Previously, a total of 7 police cars from the Mexican SWAT team joined the convoy. They were in a formation of three in the front and four in the back. The first car in front of the team was destroyed by RPG, a pickup truck turned against the water, and another one drove directly He got off the road and ran for his life, but now there was no trace of him.

After the last police car behind was blown over, the other three did not rebel or participate in the counterattack. They hid behind the car and watched the whole process. Only after seeing that the situation was under control did they dare to show their faces.

A PMC who confronted them had eyes full of anger. After helping Jack drag the two wounded people out of the wreckage of the Humvee, he couldn't help but ask.

"Are you going to kill them?"

One of the two CIAs was dead and the other was seriously injured. Jack, the FBI, now became the backbone of the team. He turned his head and looked at the bewildered Mexican SWAT police on the opposite side. Someone was pointing a gun at them in the distance, and Alejandro was in the distance. The sound of supplementary gunshots from time to time made these guys even more nervous.

Although he and Matt didn't have much of a friendship, at most they were just using each other, but they had smoked and drank together. An acquaintance died in front of him, which still made Jack feel very bad.

Looking at the bunch of useless snacks with disgust, he handed the two seriously injured people to the PMC to take care of, picked up the LG5A and pointed it at the guys behind him, and then shouted loudly in Spanish.

"Get away or die!"

There may be some traitors among these people, but they have seen the power of that strange grenade launcher. At this time, the sound of the propellers of the Black Hawk helicopter was heard in the distance. Even if they had any other thoughts, they could only hide them at this time. stand up.

Seeing this group of people crawling into the car, taking their own wounded, bypassing the burning police car at the back, and leaving in a hurry, Jack secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If we have to kill these federal police, this matter will really be out of control, but even so, the current situation is still bad.

Killing Doyle only fulfilled his own personal goal. For this joint team, the plan was a complete failure. With the death of old Carlos, the internal split within the Reyes DU trafficking group became inevitable.

A fight with the Matamoros Gang has become a delusion. Maybe after some internal melee, the Reyes Gang may become history from now on.

Not to mention that there were casualties among the Mexican federal special police in this unofficial operation. No matter how rubbish the government of Mexico is, it is still a legitimate government of a country with a population of more than 100 million.

The answer is obvious: admit that there is something wrong internally or blame it on an unofficial operations team that cannot reveal its true identity.

Thinking about the subsequent diplomatic quarrel between the two countries, Jack felt his head hurt. He couldn't predict how the situation would develop. Fortunately, the CIA would be the first to bear the brunt. No matter how big the blame was, it would not be his turn to take the blame for the FBI.

Thinking of this, Jack subconsciously looked at Isabel, who was taking care of Michael. What would be the fate of this little girl?

The Black Hawk helicopter slowly landed on the ground under the guidance of two PMCs. Everyone worked together to put the three wounded people on the plane. At this time, Jack received another bad news. Another Mexican army appeared ten kilometers away to the south. Police convoy.

After waving to Black Hawk to leave with the wounded first, Jack and the three PMCs stuffed the bodies of all their own people on the scene into the Saboban, including Matt's.

Alejandro, who was clearing the battlefield in the distance, caught little Carlos hiding behind a stone, shot him in the leg, and dragged him back like a dead dog.