"So how often does Lasso come to the city?" Ray Perry asked.
"Uh," Mandy Ellis paused for a moment, "The last time he showed up was two months ago, so we estimate we won't have to wait much longer."
Sonny shrugged, "So we just wait for this guy to get desperate and come into the city to recruit some thugs?"
"Of course not," Jack, who had been thinking deeply with his head down, raised his hand to signal everyone to calm down. "The longer we wait, the easier it will be for the news that we have Carlá Reyes under control to leak out. Once the information leaks, Lasso won't take the bait."
"I'm thinking if we can lure him to Mexico City," Jack continued.
"Your idea?" asked Major Black.
Jack looked at everyone, "Lasso is fully responsible for the production and processing of the drug pills, right? If we make some trouble for him, like attacking one of his drug pill factories—"
"Ceramic factory!" Colonel Martinez suddenly spoke, pointing at Rita Alfaro, speaking urgently in Spanish. The latter understood immediately and started operating another screen.
"What?" The others were confused.
A few photos appeared on the secondary screen. "This is an abandoned ceramic factory outside the city. It's the biggest drug manufacturing base for the Doza Group in the area. Taking it down would create a big enough problem that Lasso would have no choice but to return to the city to handle it."
"I don't think so," Clay Spencer voiced his objection. "The Doza Group has been in the drug pill business for so many years. This kind of loss is just routine for them. Just like now, you've all known about this factory for a long time but never acted on it, precisely because you're aware of this fact."
The others looked toward Colonel Martinez. They had to admit that Clay's point made sense. If it was just the Mexican police or military taking out a drug lab, it probably wouldn't be enough to draw Lasso back to Mexico City.
"But what if it's one of their competitors doing it?" Jason's eyes flickered as he looked at Jack, recalling the Spanish phrase that someone had repeatedly shouted during previous operations.
"Doza definitely wouldn't ignore this kind of thing," Colonel Martinez said, a brilliant smile spreading across his face.
"Okay, so let's set up a drug cartel. Jack, what was the name of that 'Scimitar Juan' gang you mentioned earlier?" Jason had made a decision.
"The Matamoros Gang," Jack agreed, liking the idea. "I can pull their relevant files. If we want to make this look authentic, we'll need to do quite a bit of preparation."
"What is this?" Sonny asked, puzzled, as logistics officer Lisa Davis placed a large sticker-like item on his arm, spraying it with water to moisten it.
"It's a temporary tattoo. Don't touch it. Just wait five minutes, then peel it off," Lisa gave Sonny a quick slap on the back of his hand to keep him still.
Colonel Martinez was emphasizing the details nearby. "You need to hide all tattoos related to the SEALs, wear plain clothes, cover your faces—except for Lieutenant Lopez."
Yes, Lieutenant Lopez had returned, shaved off his beard, and gotten a buzz cut. He was grinning at the mirror, with Jack applying temporary tattoos all over his head, making him look just like Carlos Gonzalez, the executioner from Doza's gang.
Jack even placed a small piece of gold foil on his front tooth, pretending it was a fake tooth, and explained with a smile, "This is a tattoo style that members of the 'MS-13' gang are known for. Many Mexican drug cartels like to recruit these kinds of people—cruel and ruthless, they never hesitate to pull the trigger."
Jack was in high spirits. The makeup skills he had learned from former CIA agent Joe Masson were finally coming in handy.
Colonel Martinez continued, "No communication devices, no military terminology, no hand gestures, and anyone who doesn't speak Spanish is forbidden from speaking. The attack needs to look like something a drug cartel would do."
"Simple and brutal," Jason added.
"Yes, simple and brutal. You'll be divided into two teams, entering from opposite sides of the building and meeting in the middle. Set the bombs and then retreat."
"How many enemies will we face?" Jason asked.
"Not more than ten gunmen, but there's one thing to keep in mind: don't harm any civilians working inside. Many of them are half-forced into this," Lieutenant Lopez reminded them.
"Okay, we won't hurt them. Let them go and spread the word to Doza. Make him paranoid. That makes sense," Clay Spencer said, understanding.
"Next is the engagement rules: kill anyone armed with a weapon. Quick and decisive. Enter, plant the bombs, and retreat," Colonel Martinez said, looking around. "Anything else to add?"
"Of course, we also need to take any drug pills we can find," Jack raised an eyebrow, "Don't forget, we're a drug cartel."
Jason clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "Okay, remember to take all the drug pills you see. Get ready. We meet in thirty minutes. Colonel Martinez has gathered a lot of junk, and if I were you, I'd check the weapons we're using very carefully before we start shooting."
The weapons Jack was shown were quite an eye-opener: Middle Eastern-made AK-47s, AK-74s, M4A1 carbines, G36 assault rifles with three hand-welded magazines, and even old relics from the World Wars, like the Ruger P08 and the Winchester M1 carbines.
Jack picked up a Uzi submachine gun that was in decent condition and, after thinking for a moment, grabbed an old Ruger that looked practically brand new. The gun, the first military-grade semi-automatic pistol in the world, had an ivory inlay on the grip. It was likely a drug lord's collectible. He knew this was a steal and was determined to keep it.
The same six people from Team B, plus Jack and two Mexicans, a total of nine, piled into a beat-up Toyota pickup and a battle-damaged Nissan sedan. They arrived at the ceramic factory's gate at midnight.
Bravo1 – Jason Hayes, Bravo3 – Sonny Quinn, Bravo6 – Clay Spencer, and Jack were responsible for the assault from the east side of the factory.
This time, Sonny was in charge of breaking the door. He led the charge with a Winchester 1887 lever-action shotgun, nicknamed the "Governor's Happy Gun," and two rounds of breach ammunition destroyed the lock. The wooden stock, already under strain, cracked in half.
He stepped back, threw the broken gun away, and drew an AK-74 from behind his waist.
Meanwhile, Jason and the others had entered the building, crossed the narrow hallway, and entered the spacious warehouse area. They then moved forward in a line.
Two gunmen who had been drinking and playing cards got up, but before they could reach for the weapons on the table, they were both gunned down in a hail of bullets.
"Ah!" Screams echoed as five or six Mexican women who had been packing drugs dove under the tables to hide. Like many scenes in movies, these women had been forced to work in their underwear, wearing masks to prevent them from smuggling drugs.
"Get out!" Jack waved his gun at them and shouted in Spanish, causing the women to crawl out from under the tables and scramble toward the entrance behind them.
Sonny, who was last in line, quickly opened his large travel bag and began packing the drug pills from the table.
At the same time, gunfire erupted at the other end of the factory.
The team quickly moved from one partitioned room to the next, finally reaching the fourth room. A gunman suddenly appeared at the other end and tried to escape. He raised his head, but before he could lift his gun, he was mowed down by gunfire.
Inside the final room, a dozen workers were huddling in a corner, trembling, while a few women screamed loudly.
"Go! Get out! Don't come back!" Jack shouted in Spanish.
"From now on, this is Matamoros Gang territory. Tell Doza that 'Scimitar Juan' sends his regards!"
The deafening sound of AK gunfire reverberated in the closed room as the five others were closing in.
The last room was the drug production lab. Jack raised his gun and took out the chemist, a man who didn't have a gun but was definitely not a good person.
"Get out! Anyone still here is dead!" The five from the west side rushed in, shouting in Spanish.
Once they confirmed that the area was clear except for the bodies, Jason gave the order, "Plant the bombs and meet up outside."
He then pulled out his walkie-talkie to report, "Command Center, this is Bravo1. Mission complete. Preparing to withdraw."
Setting the bombs was easy. The drug lab was filled with flammable chemicals, so they simply placed the explosives near the barrels, pulled the chemical delay fuses, and that was it.
These delay fuses were carefully designed to trigger a chain reaction. They used corrosive liquids like copper chloride, which slowly corroded the control wires. Once the wires melted, the spring-triggered mechanism ignited the explosives.
From the old guns to the chemical delay fuses, everything was designed for perfect cover. Mexican drug cartels could easily get their hands on such equipment. Even if local police were bribed to investigate, they would never spot any flaws.
As the "gunmen" sped off
in two vehicles, the explosions inside the factory rang out. The fireball rose into the night sky, lighting up the surrounding area like daylight.
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