my beauty world

Chapter 9 Trading
The entrance to the tunnel is in the warehouse area near the skydiving center, surrounded by large and small warehouses. The Carter gang bought the warehouse company that owns this warehouse through the leather bag company, and a large area nearby is their territory.

At night, the skydiving center is closed and the surrounding area is very quiet.

The tunnel was discovered by the hunting dog. He got a map by chance, compared the locations of different eras, rented a large warehouse with a basement under a false identity, and dug out the closed tunnel.

I thought it was the treasure of bootleggers in the last century, but I didn't expect it to be a long tunnel across the border.

A black Chevrolet SUV entered the warehouse area and eventually stopped in front of an old-fashioned warehouse guarded by a lean force.

Ronan and Will protected Booker from the car.

Other vehicles continued to arrive.

Two large black suitcases were taken out of the trunk.

A group of people entered the warehouse, with Ronan pointing his gun down and guarding Booker.

Booker looked at the time, waited for a while, and said, "The place of the transaction is in Mexico. Each party should have no more than ten people. Let's go to twenty people!"

He ordered ten people including Ronan and Will to execute the transaction.

The remaining ten people stayed in the tunnel. If they heard gunshots, they would immediately come out to support.

Walking towards the basement, Will said to Ronan: "Prevent accidents. The Mexican dealer has a good reputation and will not do anything to the transaction party."

Ronan nodded, and continued to follow Booker silently.

Turn on the flashlight and enter the basement. Stairs were built at the tunnel intersection. Smith, who was exploring the way, led the people to the front, and Ronan protected Booker and the man with the suitcase walked in the middle.

This tunnel built by wine dealers in the last century is more than one meter wide for the convenience of transporting wine, and people can walk upright normally.

Ronan heard a saying that the earliest gangsters in the United States were not rampant. In the last century, when the Prohibition came out, bootlegging and smuggling became common, which promoted the development of gangsters.

Booker said at this time: "Work hard, the business has started, we are laying narrow rails here, and mechanical transportation."

Everyone around laughed, as if a large sum of dollars was beckoning to them.

Ronan pressed his left arm lightly.

"The wound hurts?" Will asked.

Ronan babbled casually: "It's cool."

Will patted him on the shoulder: "Hold on for a while."

Ronan looked at Will, man is a complicated animal, and Will is kinder to him, at least on the surface.

But it's not hard to hear what Will has done in the past few days from his words during the day.

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A hidden place sheltered by hills in the wilds east of Tijuana, Mexico.

Ian and Eric put on their bulletproof vests and helmets, assembled a mercenary team that had cooperated many times, and made a final confession.

Ian said: "Gunshots sounded over there, let's set off, wait for my order to clear the field!"

The leader of the mercenary team, John, was a Mediterranean, and asked, "What do you say about the combat rules?"

Ian checked the plugboard: "Just fire."

"There are a lot of them!" John worried: "There is heavy firepower!"

Eric said: "Don't worry, my men will provoke them to fight! Our first goal is to destroy the tunnel! Then move to the safe house, and Matt sent someone to pick us up.

John wiped his nose: "What about your people?"

Ian said: "This is a secret operation, it must be kept secret! There is no backup!"

John nodded: "Understood." He asked again: "Distribution of spoils?"

Ian said casually: "Old rules. So, clear them all!"

John and the other team members laughed. There was a secret operation reason for clearing the field, and this aspect was also the key.

Eric thought of his daughter's treatment costs, and the higher-ups were all working on funding, so don't go too far below, as long as there is no direct evidence, the higher-ups will turn a blind eye.

Besides, get rid of the person who caused the problem, and the problem will not arise.

Ian warned: "Get ready for C4!"

"Get ready! Detonate immediately after clearing the field." John put on his helmet and asked suddenly: "I've known you for several years, are Ian and Eric your real names?"

Ian immediately replied: "Of course!"

Some team members muttered: "I don't believe a single word that your CIA said."

Eric patted him: "Dude, our CIA has a great reputation!"

John smiled: "Yes, with a good reputation! Pretending to be a DEA agent all the year round."

Ian leaned on the car door and looked at the sky in the east. The sky was getting brighter.

Eric's satellite phone rang, and he handed it to Ian: "Matt Grave's phone."

Ian took it, said a few words to hang up, and clapped his hands: "Everyone, get ready to work, and wait a few more days in the safe house after finishing the work."

The mercenary squad is used to doing similar things, so there is no objection.

Ian and Eric stepped aside for a private conversation in Japanese.

The former has worked in the island country for many years, and the latter is a second-generation immigrant who can speak fluent Japanese.

When there are a lot of people and need to communicate alone, the pair communicate in Japanese.

This is a covert operation deployed by the Special Zone, specifically targeting the active forces in northern Mexico.

It has been said that Mexico is too far from heaven and too close to America.

The United States is the largest white market in the world, with a global share of 60.00% a year, which is consumed by the American people.

The complexity between Eagle Sauce and Mexico is beyond words.

The latter spectacle of chaos is not uncommon.

The number of government troops is not as large as that of traffickers, the anti-drug SWAT team defected to become traffickers, the mayor was beaten to death by traffickers, and so on.

Among them, the Mexican authorities have an unshirkable responsibility, and some departments in the United States have also contributed a lot.

In recent years, the Garcia Group supported by the CIA has gradually slipped out of control. Antonio Garcia's whereabouts are secretive, and even let people sabotage the CIA's operations several times, causing many dissatisfaction.

Jose Group has been very active in Tijuana after falling out with Shorty, and once it finds a suitable channel, it is very likely to grow rapidly.

The SAR does not want to see any powerful criminal groups, and requires the situation in northern Mexico to be controllable and maintain a balance.

Ian and Eric's boss, Agent Matt Grave, is authorized by the District to be solely responsible for planning and operations.

No matter how strong the CIA is, there are certain restrictions on its actions in Mexico. Matt Grave has formulated a provocative plan, intending to make the Garcia Group and the Jose Group merge with each other, and let the two criminal groups bite dogs.

The plan is not as fast as the change. The situation in Chula Vista suddenly changed, and a tunnel emerged that would allow the Jose Group to obtain powerful benefits. Matt Grave had to disperse his forces and ordered Ian and Eric to deal with the matter quickly.

In addition, the key figure in the dog-eat-dog plan suddenly postponed the trip, and Matt Grave had to make another change to deal with it.

The action here is still going on!

To be on the safe side, Ian and Eric not only found informants in the Carter Investment Group, but also bought people in the Jose Group.

This is the normal operation of the CIA.

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In the dark underground, even with flashlights, people tend to ignore the passage of time. After walking for a long time, they felt the wind blowing in the dull tunnel, and the lights turned on in front of them.

Someone asked: "Who?"

Smith replied: "Carter!"

Said over there: "Jose!"

When the two sides connected, Booker turned around and waved his hands to the back. The ten people stopped and hid in the darkness, just in case.

The rest continued to move forward, and soon came out of the board room covering the tunnel entrance.

This side was originally a small quarry that had been abandoned for an unknown period of time, and the terrain was much lower than the surrounding area. Now it is installing board houses and machinery, and plans to use quarrying as a cover in the future.

The sky brightened.

Ronan protected Booker to make a deal, and was ready to do it at any time.

Led by two Mexicans, they walked towards a board room. The heavy suitcases carried by Booker and a fat black man caused the Mexicans to frequently divert their attention.

In front of the board room, there were several Mexicans standing.

Ronan walked in the middle of the crowd with a blank expression, making sure that there were people in front, back, left, and right.

Seeing Ronan being so serious, Will in front opened his mouth to speak.

Ronan's mind trembled, stay away from Will immediately!
boom--

Blood spurted from Will, and half of his shoulder was gone.

Ronan didn't care about other people, he rolled on the spot and fell behind a pile of rubble.

There was a place diagonally opposite, gunshots rang out one after another, and another black man was shot down!
"Fight back! Fight back!" Booker yelled!
The black uncles shot at the Mexicans without waiting for him to shout, and a few of the Mexicans on the other side of the board room immediately fell down.

"Kill the Yankees!" someone yelled in Spanish: "Yanks don't keep their credibility! Kill all the Yankees!"

The gunshots from both sides rang together, and it was impossible to stop, and it soon turned into a melee.

There were also gunshots from the other side of the tunnel, and the black people who stayed in the tunnel wanted to rush out.

Above the quarry, more than a dozen Mexicans showed up, regardless of the surrounding security, and rushed towards the point of firefight.

Ronan hid behind the pile of rubble and looked quietly at the place where the fire was first fired. Although the sun had not risen, the sky was already bright.

That's a Mexican with an Afro!

It was he who fired the shot that started the melee.

On the other side of the tunnel entrance, Mexicans blocked and fired wildly.

Due to the special terrain, black people can't get out at all.

Three people died, and the rest of the blacks swarmed back and fled.

The Mexicans took advantage of the right time, place and people, and the battle fell on one side.

Ronan felt something was wrong, and he couldn't tell for a while, because of his professional sensitivity in the original world, he always felt that something was wrong.

The right hand quickly removed a layer of bandage on the left arm, and quietly threw away the micro-transmitter.

The Jose group opened fire suddenly, which did not do any good to either side.

Even let the Carter gang block the tunnels in the United States.

Criminal groups are not gangsters, and they must put their interests first.

Ronan guessed, could the Mexican be arranged in advance by the DEA?
If yes, what do they want to do?
Let the two gangs merge first, and then come out to clean up the mess?

"Save... me! Save..." Will struggled on the ground not far away before he died, and stretched out his hand to Ronan: "Help me!"

There are bullets raining around, and going out is courting death.

But he couldn't wait, once the black uncles collapsed, he would have to face dozens of heavy gunners.

Ronan didn't look at Will, and raised his gun to shoot a short burst, shooting down the Mexican dealer more than 30 meters away.

The bullets roared, and Will was beaten into briquettes.

The fat black man carrying the suitcase was killed. Booker quickly grabbed the suitcase, dragged two heavy suitcases, and hid behind another pile of rubble not far from Ronan.

He was lucky not to be injured.

Ronan looked at his eyelid box and saw bullets coming, so he quickly retracted his head.

(End of this chapter)