my beauty world

Chapter 33 Old Sisters

Tijuana, Pacific coast area, a three-story building with the nameplate of a trading company.

As soon as it got dark, the small building was brightly lit.

Information is constantly being aggregated to the second floor.

Such as the death of Antonio Garcia, and the Garcia Group quickly fell into civil strife.

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

For example, the interrogation of Moreno came to fruition, and Ronan met with Demona, the first bustard on Custom Street.

For example, the Jose Group, which has never been heard of, suddenly became active tonight, looking for Ronan's trace 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 was of Latin appearance, wearing a long leather jacket, with bumps on his face and extremely asymmetrical features, he could be regarded as a peerless ugly man.

Matt Grave turned around and asked, "Scimitar, are you ready?"

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

Matt Grave nodded, originally wanted to pat the machete on the shoulder, but thought of the knife hidden under the clothes of the machete, and took his hand back halfway.

This man was originally a Mexican police detective who refused to join forces with drug dealers. His wife and daughter were all killed by drug dealers and had to flee to the United States. Later, he was hired by a big businessman in Arizona and impulsively killed the so-called official who protected drug dealers.

It was originally a felony, but at the right time, Matt Grave mobilized the CIA's relationship to steal someone and save him by replacing the dead ghost.

A peerless ugly man like Machete is of course not suitable to be a latent agent, he can only be a tactical operator.

In several actions, the machete showed super power.

It was only later that Matt Grave learned that Machete had been taught by an old Mexican man and had become a first-order hunter in the ancient Indian system.

Today, the machete has reached the peak of the first level, and has not been promoted to the second level. It is not because of lack of ability, but because he does not know the promotion method of the ancient system.

Matt Graft 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 ball hair said, "It's being transmitted."

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

Dess-Demona was just named this afternoon. After Ronan's photo and the gang's hands were confirmed, Matt was able to confirm one thing. On the morning of the quarry bombing, Ronan went to find this A woman named Desdemona!

Ordinary people may have forgotten it long ago. After all, a long time has passed, and Desdemona is also a part-time bust who sells news, and she has a lot of contacts with people.

"Received!" 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: "A meeting!"

All the rest of 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 several priests in the diocese, Luan Tong. She simply left the church and went to San Diego to develop.

I don't know why they fell out, and they came to Tijuana Custom Street. With their excellent wrists and hard skills, they gained a place in Custom Street.

Even, many people call it the No. [-] bustard in Custom Street.

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

Later, he resumed his lover relationship with the Hound, and his relationship with the Hound's son Ronan is also very good.

After introducing the information, Matt didn't have any nonsense, and said directly: "Ronan has contact with Demona! It is very likely that he has contacted recently! Ronan killed Antonio Garcia and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight. Demona It's a local snake, with her help, it's not difficult to do this!"

The sniper Monroe next to Judy said: "Head, I'm going to catch this woman back!"

But Matt raised his hand to stop him: "Ronan is very cunning. Demona may not know where he is. If we arrest him rashly, we will alarm him. He hides or goes to another place, which is extremely disadvantageous to us."

Not to mention the special zone, Langley needs to have an explanation as soon as possible.

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

These words inspired Matt, he thought for a moment, and quickly made a decision: "Tell the news about Demona to the people of the Jose Group. Since the generous Jose has started looking for Ronan, he will definitely not let Demona go. When the Jose Group takes action, let people spread the news immediately!"

Monroe wondered, "Will he come to the rescue?"

Matt asked Ronan to do a profile: "This man is powerful, far beyond ordinary people. Judging from the ambush against Ian, James and Alessandro, he is extremely confident."

He thought about it and said: "Demona has a very close relationship with their father and son. When he comes to Mexico, Demona will definitely provide help. It's just gangsters. He won't pay attention to them, and he 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 people of the Jose Group consume his weapons, ammunition and energy."

Matt thumped the table heavily: "Let's launch another fatal blow!"

The rest of the people looked at each other and thought it was a good idea.

Matt stood up, walked back and forth, and began to arrange: "Working overtime all night today, all personnel are on standby! Judy, you go to contact the Tijuana police, I want their police helicopter! Monroe, Andre, you gather Team, be ready to attack at any time! John, keep the information channels open, from now on, I want to know all the conflicts that happened on Custom Street!"

Finally, he looked at the scimitar: "You act alone, look for opportunities to get close, contact me at any time, you have seen the photos, and shoot when you find an opportunity, he is a terrorist, don't hold back!"

Machete grinned, ten times uglier than crying: "My big sword will drink that Ronan's blood!"

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

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At ten o'clock in the evening, it was supposed to be the busiest time in Fengsu Street, but as the Jose Group's phone calls and cash were transferred to some people, the girls in Fengsu Street quickly ended today's meeting at the request of their respective gangs. Business, got into a car, away from the block.

Senior police officers in Tijuana have informed their subordinates to stay away from Custom Street and its surrounding areas tonight!

Custom Street fell silent at an incredible speed.

A large number of people from Jose Manor entered the several blocks where Custom Street was located, blocking all the streets and alleys.

The generous Jose wore a well-fitting suit and left the Jose Manor in a black car.

"Are you sure he's still there?" 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 immediately detained dozens of girls from her. Demona couldn't abandon them and could only stay in the bar. Custom Street!"

He tidied up the collar of his uncomfortable shirt, and quietly unbuttoned two buttons: "The gangs didn't want to completely turn against Demona before she really failed, and returned people to Demona before Customs Street was emptied. "

"It doesn't matter." Jose thought he was detached from 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 nail on the head, otherwise he will be immortal in this 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 tunnel and goods!"

Andrew made a call quickly.

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

More than 20 women, including Demona, 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 jacket, and her huge breasts made her a bit bloated: "I don't need you to be buried with me."

A middle-aged woman with a lot of white silk in her hair stood up and picked up a shotgun with a simple handle from the box: "I have lived so long, I will die if I die, I will not die tonight, without your protection, tomorrow same death."

Another woman with dyed red hair came to get a gun: "Demona, after tonight, I don't owe you any more."

The other women came over to get their guns.

These are the women under Demona's subordinates. At their age, if they were in other gangs, they would have to live on the streets without being beheaded. How could they be able to do business and have a stable livelihood.

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

"Death is death!" said the oldest woman, "In this city, there is no place for us to stay except here!"

Demona silently packed her guns and was fully armed.

Then, I rummaged through the bar to find a phone that I had never used, dialed several numbers, and finally got through to one.

Hearing Ronan's voice, he just said: "Bastard, no matter where you are, get out of here quickly, and don't let me see you again!"

Without waiting for the other person to answer, he hung up the phone, smashed it with the butt of his gun, and looked at a group of old sisters: "Scatter to the upstairs on both sides of the alley, and kill those bastards! If you want our lives, see how much blood they are willing to bleed!"

(End of this chapter)