my beauty world

Chapter 12 Frontier Killer

In the early morning, after waking up in the hotel room, Ronan quickly washed up, sorted out his personal belongings, put away his wallet and documents, carefully checked the pistol and magazines, put them in the armpit holster he bought yesterday, and hung the long dagger with a sheath from Suicide Zero. On the waist, it can be pulled out at any time.

In the event of an emergency, you can immediately go into battle.

The injury on the left arm is basically healed.

Check out and leave the small hotel, find a place to have breakfast, and walk along the street.

It's about time, find a public phone, dial the number on Desdemona's side: "It's me."

"25 kilometers south of Tijuana, in the town of Mensa, there is a small building with white walls and a blue roof at the Ugo corn processing plant." Demona said directly, "I'm sure he's there."

Ronan was about to hang up the phone: "Thank you."

Demona asked, "Yesterday morning, what happened in the eastern wilderness."

Ronan denied: "I don't know."

Demona stopped asking, and said, "Don't mess around, the corn processing plant is an important drug production base of the Garcia Group in Tijuana, and there are at least [-] gunmen stationed there."

Ronan said, "I'm not a random person."

Hang up the phone, hail a cab, and start driving around Tijuana.

According to American Ronan's memories of Tijuana, he quickly found a black gun store.

Here, buying a gun isn't much harder than buying alcohol.

Ronan bought a half-new AK and ten magazines from a regular factory, bought a second-hand pickup, and drove straight to the Ugo corn processing plant.

Going to sneak in and talk to Harvey Gonzalez.

Leaving the urban area, Ronan found an open area to practice with a gun, in order to integrate the private soldier's gun proficiency as soon as possible.

After firing a clip, he could feel the rapid improvement in marksmanship, and the birds flying at low altitude were shot one by one.

If the Battle of the Quarry was classified as a precision shooter, it is definitely a sharpshooter now.

It's still the kind that hangs on.

I also practiced throwing daggers, so my accuracy was worse.

But with shooting eyesight and feel, throwing within ten meters is okay, but it is not accurate any farther away.

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East of Tijuana, on the Wilderness.

A large number of Mexican military police cordoned off, and technicians were investigating the scene.

A black SUV drove over, the door opened, and two middle-aged men got off the back seat.

Among them, the white man with a brown parted hair is named Matt Grave, from Washington, D.C., the planner and director of the dog-eat-dog program.

The so-called dog-eat-dog plan is to let the out-of-control and fast-growing Mexican criminal groups fight among themselves in order to maintain the balance on the US-Mexico border.

The Latino next to him has heavy eye bags and messy hair like a bird's nest. He is an external operative hired by Matt Grave, named Alexandro Gillick.

The two joined the other three waiting here, and they entered the quarry under the leadership of the person in charge of the Mexican site.

Matt Grave said as he walked, "James, talk about the situation."

A bald white man with tea-colored glasses said: "The incident happened early yesterday morning. Someone detonated a large number of C4s and destroyed a tunnel. I made connections and did not move the scene for the time being..."

Entering the battlefield area, one after another corpses gave off an unpleasant smell.

James exchanged a few words with the people in Mexico, and the person in charge of Mexico withdrew to a distance with his men.

"There was a heavy exchange of fire," Alessandro said.

Matt Grave was expressionless, and came to the corpse half lying on the rubble. The corpse had only half a palm on its right hand, a penetrating wound on its calf, and its head was smashed to pieces.

"This is Ian Sommers, shot three times, the same M4," James said.

Matt Grave twisted his mouth, turned around to look at the charred area, and could vaguely distinguish seven corpses.

James added: "Rapid sampling and testing have been done, one of them is Eric, and six of them are mercenaries."

Matt Grave nodded, put his hands on his hips, pursed his lips, and said after a while: "We lost two people. Good! Very good!"

No one else speaks.

Alessandro squatted down, wiped the burning marks with his long and pointed nails, and said, "The fire is not normal."

After seeing the completely collapsed tunnel and the explosion-burned stone pit cargo, Matt Grave and Alessandro returned to the off-road vehicle.

"Your men?" asked Alessandro.

Matt Grave lit a cigarette: "I've been with me for a few years."

Alessandro asked: "The one who was shot, did he take that step?"

Matt Grave said: "The privates, the ones with the best marksmanship."

"It's not easy to do it." Alessandro asked for a cigarette and said, "When your men and mercenaries cleared the field, they were ambushed."

Matt Grave saw it too: "So, I'll have someone find him first."

Alessandro exhaled: "2000, at the turn of the century, it seemed that nothing had changed, but in fact it changed a lot, and things that had been cut off reappeared. In the past few years, there have been more and more strange people and things."

"Many people and things have never been cut off, aren't you?" Matt Grave's position, knowing more, mentioned a few words: "I have been dormant, waiting to come back."

Alessandro threw away the cigarette butt, stomped it out, and asked curiously, "Matt, how old are you?"

Matt didn't answer, waited for James to come over, greeted Alessandro to get in the car, and said: "At this stage, the main goal remains unchanged. The Garcia Group is out of control, and the Jose Group is too active, so provoke them to fight each other."

James said: "The princess stayed in Mexicali and did not go to Juarez because she was waiting for her agent."

Matt said: "There is a local gang leader who is your outside line? Contact them as soon as possible, pretend to be a member of the Jose Group, and attack the princess."

James accepted the order and asked, "Extent?"

"Tie it." Matt made a decision.

Alessandro scratched his face with his long nails and asked, "Shall I go?"

Matt shook his head: "No, you wait, I will use the princess to force Antonio Garcia to show up."

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Chula Vista, Community Church.

Marie Lavin, wearing a snake-shaped gold earring, strode into the church, and Jim and Mason the Faun quickly bowed and saluted.

Mari Love sat on the bench and asked, "The deal failed?"

Jim took a step forward: "Our people clashed with the people of Jose's group. Five people in the tunnel escaped back, and the rest died. The tunnel was destroyed."

Ma Rui asked, "Money and goods?"

Jim's black face became even darker: "It's all lost."

"Who did it?" Ma Rui asked.

"I bought a senior police officer in Mexico." Jim was doing it yesterday: "According to the list and photo album we provided, there is one less person at the scene."

Ma Rui's eyes were icy: "Who?"

Jim bit the bullet and said, "Ronan."

Reverend Mason fetched a verbena that was ritually used on Ronan.

Ma Rui held the verbena, trembling all over, and after about half a minute, said: "He is still alive, in Mexico, I will find him and make him into a puppet!"

Jim replied, "Yes!"

Ma Rui took the verbena away: "Do your job well and make up for the shortfall!"

Jim could only bite the bullet and say, "I'll do it as soon as possible."

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It was getting darker and darker. The pickup truck was parked next to a small gas station. Ronan was sitting in the car, munching on hamburgers. There were cars coming from the south one after another. The workers of the Ugo corn processing plant got off work.

Someone stopped to refuel. The middle-aged woman at the gas station was working and asked, "Sans, I heard that you have raised your salary?"

Sanz, a fat, honest-looking guy: "Up $100 a week."

The middle-aged woman said: "It's not bad!"

The fat man laughed so that the fat on his face shook: "Praise Boss Garcia, he made my family live a good life."

Another person drove over in a broken Toyota and echoed: "Yes! Praise to Boss Garcia, without him, we would have lost our jobs long ago!"

The massive import of cheap agricultural products from the United States caused the farmers in Mensa Town to go bankrupt and live a difficult life. After the Garcia Group acquired the Ugo corn processing plant and changed it to a factory for other products, their life became easier.

The land can be leased or sold to the Garcia Group for planting, and they will then enter the Garcia Group to work as planters and get paid.

Those with flexible hands and heads can also enter the processing factory and get more lucrative rewards.

Those who work for the Garcia Group in Mensa Town have a relatively good life.

After eating the hamburger and drinking some mineral water, Ronan started the car and drove south. The factory is not in the town, but there is a distance.

After driving for about 10 minutes, I turned off the main road and turned onto a two-lane road. The lights in front were shining, and I could see a small factory at the end of the road.

Geyuan turned around the road around the factory.

Ronan took off his hat, put on a black hood, stopped and took out his binoculars to observe under the lights of the factory.

The factory is surrounded by a five-meter-high wall with an electric grid at the top of the wall. There is only one main entrance, and there is a guard room on the side of the gate, and people standing on the top are patrolling.

Several steel-structured factory buildings are neatly arranged, and a row of bungalows are built in the living area on the other side. Behind the bungalows is a three-story building with white walls and blue roofs.

It is not easy to sneak in, and the wall is not easy to climb, and there is an electric grid on it.

Is it a waste of time?
Time is precious, Ronan thought for a while, checked the firearms, took the AK out of the bag, and put it on the co-pilot.

Can only sneak in from the main entrance.

Start the car and drive towards the factory gate.

The gate was open, and a car started not far away, maybe the workers didn't leave cleanly.

Five or sixty meters away from the gate, someone shouted from the top of the guard room: "Who are you? Stop!"

Ronan shouted, "I forgot my wallet and house keys..."

While talking, he drove near the gate, turned the steering wheel, and the pickup truck lay about ten meters in front of the gate.

(End of this chapter)