Tijuana, Pacific Coast area, a three-story building with the name of a trading company.

As soon as it gets dark, the small building is brightly lit.

Information is constantly being collected on the second floor.

For example, the death of Antonio Garcia and the rapid fall of the Garcia Group into civil strife.

For example, the Mexican police found nothing about Ronan's wanted arrest.

For example, the interrogation of Moreno came to a conclusion, and Ronan met with Demona, the No. 1 Madam of Customs Street.

For example, the Jose Group, which has always been silent, suddenly became active tonight, looking for traces of Ronan everywhere.

After reading all the news, Matt Grave leaned on the window sill on the second floor and considered the current situation.

Not far behind him, stood an extremely ugly and strong man.

This man has a Latino appearance, wears a long leather coat, has pits on his face, and has extremely asymmetrical facial features. He is considered an extremely ugly man.

Matt Grave turned back and asked: "Machete, are you ready?"

Scimitar took a step forward and said, "I am killing drug dealers and terrorists!"

Matt Grave nodded. He originally wanted to pat Scimitar's shoulder, but thought of the knife hidden under Scimitar's clothes, he took his hand back midway.

This man was originally a Mexican police detective who refused to collude with drug traffickers. His wife and daughter were all killed by drug traffickers, and he had to flee to the United States. Later, he was hired by a large Arizona businessman to impulsively kill the officials who were supposedly protecting drug traffickers.

It was originally a serious crime, but Matt Grave took the opportunity at the right time, mobilized the Cia's connections, and used a scapegoat method to rescue the person.

An extremely ugly man like Scimitar is certainly not suitable to be a sleeper agent and can only be used as a tactical operative.

In several actions, Scimitar showed super abilities.

Later, Matt Grave learned that Scimitar had been taught by an old Mexican man and had become a first-level hunter in the ancient Indian system.

Nowadays, Scimitar has reached the peak of the first level. It has not been promoted to the second level. It is not because of lack of ability, but because it does not know the promotion method of the ancient system.

Matt Grave specially transferred the scimitar and cooperated with the other three privates in order to take decisive measures against the target person!

"Judy, Desdemona's information hasn't arrived yet?" Matt Grave asked loudly.

A female staff member with a bun said: "Transmission is in progress."

Matt Grave came to the conference table and sat down, and Scimitar automatically stood behind him.

Desdemona was the name she just got this afternoon. After verifying Ronan's photo with the gangster's hand, Matt was able to confirm one thing. On the morning of the quarry explosion, Ronan went to find this person.

A woman named Desdemona!

Most people may have long forgotten that, after all, a long time has passed, and Desdemona is a part-time madam who sells information and interacts with many people.

"Received completed!" Judy came over with a laptop and placed it in front of Matt: "Langley mobilized multiple teams to collect relevant information."

Matt took a brief look and clapped his hands vigorously: "It's a meeting!"

Everyone else in the office came over and sat on both sides of the table.

The computer was connected to the projector, and Desdemona's information appeared in front of everyone.

She used to work as a nun in Los Angeles. Later, she was framed by the diocese for stealing because she reported on several priests in the diocese, Luan Tong. She simply left the church and went to San Diego to develop, where she met Hound and his son, and they were extremely close for a time.

I had a falling out for some unknown reason, so I came to the Tijuana Custom Street. With my excellent skills and my ability to fight, I got a place in the Custom Street.

Many people even call him the No. 1 Bustard in Custom Street.

Not involved in white business, extremely well-informed, selling information part-time.

Later, she resumed her lover relationship with Hound Dog, and also had a good relationship with Hound Dog's son Ronan.

After introducing the information, Matt said without any nonsense: "Ronan and Demona are in contact! Most likely they have been in contact recently! Ronan killed Antonio Garcia and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight. Demona

She is a local snake, and with her help, it is not difficult to do this!"

Monroe, the sniper next to Judy, said: "Boss, I'm going to catch this woman!"

Matt raised his hand to stop him: "Ronan is very cunning. Demona may not know where he is specifically. If we arrest him rashly, we will alert him. He will hide or run away to other places, which will be extremely detrimental to us."

Not to mention the SAR, Langley needs an explanation as soon as possible.

Judy thought for a while and said, "Can we use Demona to set up an ambush and lure Ronan out?"

These words inspired Matt, who thought for a moment and made a quick decision: "Leave the news about Demona to the people in the Jose Group. Since the generous Jose has started to look for Ronan, he will definitely not let go of Demona.

When the Jose Group takes action, let people spread the news immediately!"

Monroe had questions: "He's going to come to the rescue?"

Matt had someone profile Ronan: "This man is very powerful, far beyond ordinary people. Judging from the ambush against Ian, James and Alessandro, he is extremely confident."

He thought thoughtfully and said: "Demona has a close relationship with their father and son. When he comes to Mexico, Demona will definitely provide help. If he is just a gangster, he will not take it seriously and will most likely come to rescue him!"

This is a new dog-eat-dog plan: "Ronan is a very dangerous terrorist. Let him conflict with the Jose Group first, and let the Jose Group's people consume his weapons, ammunition, energy and physical strength."

Matt slammed the table hard: "Let's launch another fatal blow!"

The others looked at each other and thought this was a good idea.

Matt stood up, walked back and forth, and began to arrange: "We are working overtime today, and all personnel are on standby! Judy, you go contact the Tijuana police, I want their police helicopter! Monroe, Andre, you guys assemble

Team, ready to attack at any time! John, keep the information channels open, from now on, I want to understand all the conflicts that occur in Custom Street!"

Finally, he looked at the scimitar: "You act alone, look for opportunities to get close, and contact me at any time. You have seen the photos. If you find an opportunity, take action. He is a terrorist, so there is no need to hold back!"

Scimitar grinned, ten times uglier than crying: "My broadsword will drink that Ronan's blood!"

Matt was afraid of clapping his hands: "Okay, guys, let's all move together and try to solve the two threats of Jose Group and Ronan at the same time tonight!"

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At ten o'clock in the evening, Custom Street was supposed to be the busiest time, but as a large number of calls and cash from the Jose Group were transferred into the hands of some people, the girls in Custom Street quickly ended the day at the request of their respective gangs.

Business, got into cars, and stayed away from this neighborhood.

Tijuana's senior police officers have informed their subordinates to stay away from Custom Street and its surrounding areas tonight!

Custom Street became quiet at an incredible speed.

A large number of people from Jose Manor entered several blocks where Custom Street is located and blocked all streets and alleys.

The generous Jose wore a fitted suit and took a black car out of the Jose Manor.

"Are you sure the person is still here?" he asked the person in front.

Andrew on the co-pilot said: "Demona is in her bar! The two custom street gangs we paid for detained dozens of her girls at the first time. Demona couldn't abandon them and could only stay in the bar.

Custom Street!”

He slightly adjusted the collar of the shirt he was not comfortable with, and quietly unbuttoned two buttons: "Those gangs did not want to completely fall out with Demona before she truly failed, and they returned the people to Demona before clearing the custom street.

"

"It doesn't matter." Jose thought he was transcending ordinary people and had an extraordinary sense of nobility: "It's just an ant."

Andrew smiled slightly. As a blood servant, unless he really hits the vital point, otherwise he will be immortal in this kind of street fighting power.

Jose said: "Notify me, no matter what method I use, I will see Ronan's person or head tonight, and I will let him be buried with my tunnels and goods!"

Andrew quickly called.

The bar is brightly lit, and several wooden boxes are placed in the center of the bar.

Including Demona, more than twenty women were sitting around the box, looking at the weapons inside.

"It's still too late for you to leave now." Demona was wearing a long leather coat, and her huge breasts made her figure a bit bloated: "I don't need to be buried with you."

A middle-aged woman with a lot of white strands in her hair stood up and picked up a shotgun with a simple lever from the box: "If you live for so long, you will die. If you don't die tonight, without your protection, tomorrow

Just as dead."

Another woman with dyed red hair came over to get the gun: "Demona, after tonight, I don't owe you anymore."

Other women came over to get guns.

These are all the women under Demona. At their age, if they were in other gangs, they would have to live on the streets without being beheaded. How could they still do business and have a stable meal?

Most of Demona's men ran away, and the only ones left who were willing to fight alongside her were these old women who were lucky enough to survive.

"If you die, you will die!" said the oldest woman, "In this city, there is nowhere else for us to stay except here!"

Demona silently packed her firearms and was fully armed.

Then, he rummaged through the bar and found a phone that he had never used before. He dialed several numbers and finally got through to one.

Hearing Ronan's voice, he just said: "Asshole, no matter where you are, get away from me quickly and don't let me see you again!"

Without waiting for a reply, he hung up the phone, smashed it with the butt of his gun, and looked at a group of old sisters: "Scatter to the upper floors on both sides of the alley and pinch those bastards to death! If they want our lives, let's see how much blood they are willing to bleed!"
Chapter completed!