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Jack looked at the time. It was just before 8pm, which was more than enough time.

Not long after, Jack turned onto Route 17 at Alejandro's prompt. The police car drove wildly in the dark night at a dangerous speed of more than 90 miles (145 kilometers) per hour.

Jack's senses were at full blast. This was the first time he had driven at night at such speed on a highway without street lights after his small driving skills were upgraded to master level.

Alejandro, who was in the back seat, subconsciously fastened his seat belt. After hesitating for a long time, he said, "We can definitely catch up. There's no need to drive so fast."

"It's not a big deal. The quality of this highway exceeds any road I've driven on in California."

Jack shrugged indifferently. With the double bonus of skills and attributes, he didn't dare to say that he could imitate the "Quick Family Heroes" and perform the operation that made Mr. Newton lift the coffin board, but he held his chin with one hand. It will definitely be no problem if you go to the foot of the mountain to deliver some tofu or something.

"Because the border highways in these remote areas were built by DU trafficking groups to facilitate the transportation of drugs."

Alejandro's answer did not surprise Jack. Just as the Medellin Group where he now lives, during its most glorious period in the 1980s, Pablo Escobar obtained a lot of money by selling DU. Huge amounts of money,

In his hometown of Envigado, he donated money to build 32 kindergartens, 23 primary schools, 11 private middle schools, 7 public middle schools, 4 vocational evening schools and 2 universities.

In Medellín, where this group is located, "Pablo Communities" have been built throughout the city, completely eliminating those slums built with cardboard, as well as countless volleyball courts, basketball courts, football fields, parks and Hospital.

It is quite ironic that in this land where no light can be seen, white powder has become the only hope for the poor.

Michael said before that it would take at least 20 minutes to catch up with Diaz. In fact, it only took Jack less than 15 minutes to see the taillights of the black Mercedes-Benz. This guy seemed to like Mercedes-Benz very much. He drove the same model on both sides. .

"Is it him? The license plate number is RIN31B7." There were no other vehicles on the secluded road, Jack asked on the channel.

"Yes, we have been watching him." Michael replied.

Jack immediately turned on his police lights, sounded the siren, and turned on the headlights.

The Mercedes-Benz turned on its red brake lights and slowly stopped on the side of the road. Jack looked back at Alejandro. Whether it was a pistol or a HK417, they all used large-caliber ammunition. If you shoot him, he might not be able to kill him. Death, I can only look at him.

The latter nodded slightly, indicating that there was no problem. Jack adjusted his police uniform, turned on the megaphone, and shouted in Spanish, "The driver of the Mercedes-Benz in front of you, get out of the car immediately."

Seeing that the other party made no move, Jack repeated in an arrogant tone, "Get out of the car, you bastard!"

The car door finally opened slowly, and Diaz, who was wearing a high-end casual suit, walked out of the station to the back of the car and faced the desperate police car in front of him. His tone was even more arrogant than Jack's.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Aim." Jack muttered lowly, opened the door and got out of the car, standing at the front of the car.

Diaz was blinded by the headlights. He squinted and raised his hands to cover his eyes, trying to see clearly the appearance of the daring policeman in front of him. At the same time, he shouted loudly, "How dare you stop me? Don't you want to live anymore?"

"BIU!" There was a soft sound, and a blood flower bloomed on his left calf. At the same time, Jack stepped forward and kicked away the pistol he was struggling to pull out from his waist.

"Get down!" Diaz, who was still trying to struggle, was severely stepped on by a big foot on his back, unable to move. Before he could figure out the situation, Diaz shouted, "I am the leader of Sonora."

"Of course I know who you are, Manuel Diaz, you bastard." Alejandro quickly stepped forward with an MP5 submachine gun with a silencer and stepped on his face. Go up, twist it left and right, and swallow the rest of his words.

"Now, you have to take me to find your boss. If you dare to act rashly, 20 niggas will come to take turns serving your three daughters left in Phoenix City."

When Diaz heard his voice, the color on his face that was still grinning instantly disappeared, "It's you."

Watching Alejandro put him into the Mercedes-Benz, Jack returned to the police car, drove the police car off the highway, parked it in a field nearby, turned off the car and took out the car keys.

Then he took out the mobile phone he had hidden inside from the compartment of his backpack and sent a message to Justin, "Follow me."

He hid his phone again, picked up his backpack and was about to get off the car, when he unexpectedly saw a photo on the driver's seat, which was a family photo of a family of three.

The boy in the photo looks to be only seven or eight years old. He has a football under his feet, revealing a missing front tooth, and his innocent smile is extremely bright.

Jack sighed silently, put the photo in his arms, got out of the car, ran a few steps quickly, and got into the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz.

The advantage of driving an automatic car is that you don't need your left leg. After Diaz tied a tourniquet on himself, he gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain and continued driving.

An hour later, the Mercedes-Benz turned onto a private road that was wider and smoother than the main road. It slowed down and parked. A bodyguard with an AK on his chest came forward and shined a flashlight on the driver's seat.

"I am Manuel Diaz." Diaz, who looked a little pale, said with trembling lips.

"Of course I know who you are." The bodyguard didn't notice anything strange. He picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "It's Manuel. It's safe. Let's go."

The moment he put down the walkie-talkie, a gunshot rang out, and Alejandro, who was hiding in the back seat, shot him in the head.

The trunk of the Mercedes-Benz opened automatically. Jack, who was hiding inside, got out of the car. After confirming that no one was around, he turned off the fallen flashlight and walkie-talkie, stuffed it into the body's pocket, and dragged it into the security room nearby. Then he disappeared. In a flash, it disappeared into darkness.

The Mercedes-Benz started again, and a few minutes later, a splendid, classical palace-style luxury villa appeared in front of us. The Mercedes-Benz slowly stopped, and as two huge iron doors slowly opened, three fully armed bodyguards came to greet them. come out.

"Mr. Diaz?" Seeing the Mercedes-Benz stopping at the door and not moving, three bodyguards stepped forward in confusion.

Diaz was seen in the driver's seat holding his throat, blood flowing down from between his fingers.

"BIU! BIU! BIU!" Weak gunfire sounded continuously. Bullets were fired from the front and back, instantly knocking the three bodyguards to the ground.

The next moment, Alejandro emerged from behind the car, and Jack walked out of the flower bed inside the wall, holding his HK417.

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