The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

"My daughter's weak body did not last more than a year in prison, and the conditions inside were so bad that there was no light and no day. Even if you don't find fault with prisoners, you will be tormented by dysentery and dehydration, what do you think, friend? Gilberto looked at Lance's gaze full of expectation.

Lance did not hesitate, nodded directly and said: "Just like I said before, pay half of the deposit first, and then pay the remaining half after I rescue your daughter."

"In addition, if something is wrong, such as suddenly finding that I am being followed or followed, as long as there is an abnormality, I will immediately stop and slip away."

"Hahaha! You are such an insatiable young man, exactly like I used to be!

Laughing heartily, Gilberto took out the check directly from his pocket, then swiped a number on it, handed it to Lance, and said: "Take it, you deserve it."

Lance reached out and took the check, glancing at the amount on it, two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

Putting the remaining check in his pocket, Gilberto beckoned to Carlos not far away, and patted him on the shoulder after he came over: "But for the sake of my heart, I have to let Carlos follow you in whatever I say, of course, Carlos knows the backstreets and alleys better than anyone, and you must be able to use him."

"OK, no problem, you're the boss, you have the final say, but he has to listen to me, it's not negotiable."

Gilberto showed a satisfied smile, then stretched out his right hand and said: "Happy cooperation!" "

Good to work with." Lance held his right hand for a few seconds, let go and turned away.

"This kid, interesting," Gilberto muttered as he looked at his back.

"Boss, is he trustworthy?" Carlos stood beside him.

"Trustworthy ... Oh, he's the one you found. Gilberto shook his head.

"Cunning?" Carlos did not understand.

Gilberto, who didn't want to answer, said, "Go ahead, do your thing."

"Yes! BOSS。 Carlos answered with a bowed head and caught up with Lance.

Gilberto looked up at the sky, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "I hope this time can go well, you can't let me down." "

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On rainy nights, thunder bursts, lightning tears the sky, illuminating the night as bright as day.

Cars speeding by on the road made a shrill and shrill sound, as if it were a song of death, and in the rain, the trees on the side of the road receded, and the wheels crushed on the stones, making a creaking sound.

There were three people sitting in the car, Carlos was driving, Lance was in the passenger seat, and in the back seat was a bald man weighing at least two hundred pounds.

The boring journey made Lance feel extremely bored, but fortunately his eyesight was good, staring at the scenery passing by the window.

"There's a situation ahead!" Lance, who sensed that something was wrong, furrowed his eyebrows, and his eyes stared straight ahead.

Not far ahead, several policemen surrounded two cars that were almost completely scrapped, and several bodies lay on the ground around them.

"It's okay, I can do it." Carlos lowered his speed and slowly approached the flickering lights ahead.

"Hey! Officer, what happened? Carlos asked, rolling down the window.

Carlos, who did not pay attention to the hippie smiling face, looked into the car with a flashlight and looked at the three people inside: "Big night, where are you going to go?" "

San Luis Potosí, Villade Reyes, my sister will marry this foreigner tomorrow, yes, this silly boy of the co-pilot, tomorrow, which makes our whole family very uncomfortable, but officer, what the hell is going on?"

Carlos, who pretended to complain, spat out a few slang words, but Lance couldn't understand Spanish, so he didn't know what he was saying.

The other party pointed the flashlight at Lance and looked up and down a few times: "The rain is falling urgently, there is a flood nearby, be careful tonight, don't sleep in the car."

Then he turned away and made a gesture to a few people in front of him, signaling that his colleagues could let them go.

When passing by the corpses in front of him, Lance took a closer look, these people died in a very tragic way, and the injuries on their bodies seemed to be caused by some kind of sharp blade.

There were even a few people who were directly brutally divided into corpses, missing arms and legs, and the stomachs of these people were all cut open, but under the heavy rain, the bloody index of the scene dropped by at least fifty percent.

Who did this? Such a method of death is almost all considered torture, and the people here are really irritable.

Lance, who was quite puzzled, asked: "Does this look like a traffic accident?" What do you think this is going on?

Carlos laughed and said without squinting: "Isn't this kind of thing very common? In this country, it is normal that a brick can hit three or five robbers and drug dealers.

Lance, who did not speak again, readjusted his sitting position, and the three of them once again galloped towards their destination.

When they arrived, it was already early in the morning, so the three of them came to the hotel that had been arranged, which was diagonally opposite the prison, and they could observe every move on the other side at any time

, Carlos and the bald head named Blanco were a little tired after a day, and the three of them rested separately, and Lance, who was lying on the bed, took out his mobile phone and turned it on to see that there were several text messages in it.

Max sent two things, probably about what he ate tonight, and Tom sneaked out for another hour or something.

Damiani also sent a text message saying that she heard Max say that she was on another mission, pay attention to safety and so on, and then she learned a few small cake recipes, and when she came back, she could try it.

After replying to the text messages of the two, Lance, who couldn't sleep, opened Tetris again.

The next morning.

Lance, who had slept for two hours, stood by the window and stared at the prison opposite, his eyes were deep, and after a moment he looked back at Carlos, who was packing his weapons: "I'll find a way to go to the prison later, find out the terrain inside, you first look around."

Carlos nodded and smiled and said, "Okay, no problem man, but don't look too fierce in your eyes, just tell them that you lost your wallet or something."

"Don't worry, I know what to do." Lance answered and headed outside.

As a result, Blanco in the room also shouted: "Hey! Buddy! Remember – don't drink other people's water! Hahaha.

After a pause in his footsteps, the expressionless Lance did not answer and continued to walk outside.

Following the path to the prison gate, looking at the closed iron gate and the two guards, he thought about it, and still stood behind those who lined up to visit the prison.

Prisons here are different from other places, and if you're looking for someone who isn't registered, you can even go around the cell.