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"After Trent operated on Russo and could move it, Jack helped get him and Martinez to the priest's bedroom upstairs. Sonny and Bullock went to the bell tower to watch, and the others were on guard inside the church."

As soon as Jason gave the order, Colonel Martinez retorted, "Sorry, Jason, I may not be able to obey your order this time. Give me the gun back, I want to stay down there."

Jack interrupted before the two could continue arguing, "How about this. When Russo wakes up, I will interrogate him and ask him about Doza's whereabouts. During this process, Martinez, you will be responsible for guarding the door. How do you feel about being the last line of defense?"

His suggestion was that everyone should take a step back, but Clay had some doubts. "I remember that the information said that Russo was once a special soldier. Are you confident that such a person can speak?"

"There should be no one here who is better at this than me. After all, even if Russo wakes up, you can't torture him, right?" Jack actually has some ideas in his mind, but this method may be a bit shocking. There is a person Stay safe at the door.

"Hey, Russo's condition is temporarily stable. I gave him a shot and he will wake up soon." On the other side, Trent took off his bloody rubber gloves and looked at everyone.

"Just do what Jack said, Clay, help him, and find another place to place the priest." Jason's tone was unquestionable, and no one else raised any objections.

Enemies can come knocking at any time, and now is not a good time for debate.

When everyone was in their positions, and Jack, Clay and Trent carefully moved the two seriously injured people who still had blood bags hanging on them for blood transfusions to the second floor, Major Blackburn's voice came from the communication channel again.

"The QRF is on the road again, and we have broken through the intercepting enemy."

Sporadic gunshots and the major's heavy breathing could still be vaguely heard in the background. It seemed that they had just experienced a tough battle.

The seals spread their guard inside the church. Jack closed the door of the priest's bedroom and looked back at the rope on the bed. "I know you are awake. Let's talk. You are seriously injured and we are the only ones who can save you." Man, the premise is that you can explain the whereabouts of Duozha."

"Americans? Huh? It's not like mercenaries. Who are you? DEA? DHS, or CIA?" Russo asked weakly, breathing heavily.

Jack pulled up a chair and sat down in front of him, "It seems that Doza didn't fully confess everything to you. I thought you guys talked about everything. He has planted a lot of people in the Mexican intelligence system. He should have done it early." Just know who we are.

Tell me his whereabouts and I guarantee you will live. "

"Bah!" Russo spit out a mouthful of blood at Jack, summoned up the last bit of strength, turned over and wanted to reach out and touch the FK7.5 on his calf.

"Duh" there was a soft sound, and a dagger nailed his palm directly to the bed board.

As Russo let out a shrill scream, "Ah!" followed by a knock on the bedroom door.

Jack opened the door and blocked Colonel Martinez's view with his body. The latter had an awkward smile on his face, as if he was hesitant to speak, "The man on guard at the bell tower said he saw three people going door to door. After a door-to-door search, we will arrive at the church in ten minutes at most.”

"Got it." Jack responded expressionlessly. He knew that the other party was worried that he might accidentally kill Lasso, and then added, "Trust me, Martinez."

"Well, I'm right outside the door, you know." Colonel Martinez smiled a little, looking at the door that closed again, with both worry and expectation in his eyes.

He touched the wound on his abdomen that was wrapped in a bandage, showing a somewhat puzzled expression. Finally, he sighed softly, slid down softly against the door, sat against the door, and pointed the assault rifle in his hand at the corridor. and the stairs, muttering in Spanish.

"We must love everyone, but we cannot love everyone in the same way; we love the oppressed by liberating them; we love the oppressors by fighting with them." Note 1

"You will die soon. Come to hell with me, hahaha!" Lasso was unable to pull out the dagger nailed to his right hand, and just lay on the bed and laughed wildly.

"Doza is everywhere. Our people are everywhere here. You are dead. No one can escape from Ixtapaluca."

"Do you know? If anyone is going to die here today, it will only be you. You have done all the bad things. Have you thought about what you should say when you go to see God?"

Jack said, picking up a cross on the table that belonged to the priest.

Russo sneered, seeing him stroking the delicate cross, with a mocking tone in his voice, "What, do you want to say my last prayers for the priest?"

"No, I'm here to give you a chance, a chance to wash away your sins." Jack's expression became very serious, he recited a prayer in Spanish, then pulled out the dagger and pressed the cross on on his wound.

"What did you do to me!" Russo's scream of pain turned into an exclamation, and he watched helplessly as the wound on his right hand that had just been nailed slowly healed and finally disappeared.

"Sinner, repent for your sins. This is your last chance to enter heaven! Tell the whereabouts of Doza. Only in this way can more lives be saved!" Jack's face was cold and solemn, with his back to the dim light of the room, as if It was coated with a layer of halo.

"Who are you? You are not a human being. This is not something a mortal can do." Seeing Jack put the cross on the wound on his abdomen again, Russo's consciousness, which had been blurred by blood loss and the effects of drugs, was in vain. He shook up and screamed.

Just like a thirsty traveler in the desert seeing an oasis, Lasso, who was waiting for death, saw this miracle and suddenly rekindled his desire for life.

"My name is Judas, recited by all the world, I am a disciple of the Son of God, a guardian of the despairing, God never abandons His Lamb, Luis Castillo, this is your last Opportunity to save your soul, do you really believe in my Lord?"

This is Jack's ultimate trick - pretending to be a ghost.

"Yes, I am." Russo was so excited that his whole body trembled, and two lines of hot tears fell from his eyes. Whether it was the desire to live, or the ability to wash away his sins and go to heaven, such temptations were far beyond the limit. His loyalty to Doza.

"He has a safe house, and he goes there when the wind blows."

"Address!" Jack said coldly.

"There is no address. Follow the Candela railway track south. There is a warehouse at the end of the track."