The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

Here, as long as you have money, it's too easy to get a few fake names or documents and the like.

Especially a rich man like Gilberto has what he needs ready in two hours.

The only thing that puzzled Lance was why he had traveled thousands of miles from the United States to Mexico to carry out this operation?

Soon, while he was thinking about it, it was Lance's turn, and he came to the prison window with his hands on the table and said, "Sir, do you know English?" I'm looking for a friend who has been missing for a few months and is named Nicolas Cage. When

the two officers inside heard the name, they immediately looked at each other, confirmed that the other party had not heard of this person, and then took out the roster to check it.

After scanning the person surnamed Cage, he said to Lance after confirming that it was correct: "Nicolas Cage? We don't have this guy here, next!

Lance, who had already prepared, casually put his hand on the window and loosened, and a few dollars slipped in: "Sir, can you let me go in and take a look?" Maybe he used a pseudonym?

After quietly putting the money into his pocket, he nodded to the person next to him: "Well, for your sincerity's sake, I'll let you in." But if Nicholas is not there, get out of here as soon as possible.

"Of course, I understand." Lance responded with a smile, and voila, isn't it easy to blend in?

No matter what time of day, the green dollar will always exude an alluring atmosphere.

Soon, Lance followed another police officer to the prison, and walked around for about ten minutes, Lance said that his friend may not be inside, and after stuffing the officer with another hundred dollars, he said that he was a little inconvenient now, and maybe he could borrow a toilet to solve the urgent need.

After confirming the approximate topography of the prison, Lance left the prison.

When he came out, he went to a nearby bank and was relieved to transfer the amount of the check that Gilberto had given him to his card.

The money has not arrived, I always feel a little flustered, maybe I will change my way of action in the future? It might be a good idea to charge a fee and then work.

After dealing with this, Lance circled the prison a few more times before returning to the hotel.

However, Carlos and Blanco were not in the house at this time, and did not know where to go.

Lance, who came to the table, saw the note they had left behind saying they were going out to run errands and meet at the nearby Scati Bar at two o'clock in the afternoon.

After looking at his phone, it was still early, and Lance began to pull out his fully charged phone and start playing Tetris.

Lance didn't care where they went, but was glad that they could go out, no one bothered him, and he could do his own thing with peace of mind again.

After playing the game directly at one o'clock forty-five minutes, Lance turned off his mobile phone, intending to go to the bar and eat something by the way.

It's afternoon, and there aren't many customers inside, but because the bar is more ornately decorated, plus there are all kinds of entertainment and pastimes.

Walking to a small round table and sitting down, ordering some snacks and beer, Lance began to observe the situation in the bar.

Most of the people sitting in it now are punks, and their eyes are full of malicious light, obviously they have not done such dirty things.

After sitting in it for a while, Lance felt a little bored, and only then did Carlos and the two belatedly find his seat.

"You're late." Lance looked up and said.

The two looked at each other, and Carlos said with a smile: "Sorry, I just encountered a trouble outside and delayed for a while."

"Did you find anything?" Lance asked.

Carlos nodded, looked left and right, raised his hand and shouted: "Two cups of agave!"

Then he lit a cigarette and took a deep breath and said, "I found a few people who told me that they would put the kidnappers in the dungeon, and then interrogate the kidnappers at night, but more information will have to wait...

Lance frowned slightly: "When to act?"

"At night. Carlos took the agave handed by the waiter and took a sip, and continued: "Someone will bring us the map in the afternoon, and we are moving after the specific route of the planning office, do you want a cup of agave?"

Lance waved his hand to signal no, and then said some of the information he had found.

When he saw that there was nothing new, he refused Carlos' offer and returned to his room to continue playing Tetris.

He didn't like the atmosphere inside.

......

"There are cameras around." Carlos lit the map in one hand and poured a bottle of agave into his mouth in the other.

"Of course, in addition to the surveillance, there are those damn slivers, there are two people here, one at the entrance, the other in the hallway opposite the cell, there are also in the front office, and there are two more sentries, they are all standing guard outside with machine guns, no, this is it."

Carlos pointed to the prison map and kept talking about the information he had received, then he lit another cigarette and took a sharp puff, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

Lance, who silently planned the route, had already made a decision in his heart: "Are you sure that these news are reliable?

"Don't worry about this. Carlos pressed the cigarette butt in his hand out: "Like a fake bag."

Blanco, who had been collecting weapons next to him, looked a little excited: "Finally about to start moving, these people are not a matter at all, we grabbed our weapons and rushed directly into his mother's to shoot, to ensure that those slivers fart flowed, haha."

"You can't kill." Lance shook his head and dismissed Blanco's suggestion.

"What are you talking about? Blanco's face instantly became gloomy.

"Take care of your own business, make some movement and make noise, and you don't need to worry about the rest." I naturally have my plans. Lance looked at him indifferently.

And Blanco also stared at Lance unpleasantly, he hated the feeling of being bound by others, this feeling of being suppressed was really unpleasant to the extreme.

Walking to Lance's side, looking at him condescendingly, and said in an unkind tone: "Boy, I love you to death, the Yankees are really powerful, single-handedly solving all those fat and bad Mexicanes, and also rescuing those who are imprisoned, this is simply awesome."

"How? Fatty...... Do you want to fight? Lance stood up and stared coldly at each other.

There is a big meaning that if you don't agree with each other, you have to do it.

And at this time, Carlos jumped out as a peacemaker, pulled Blanco's arm and said: "Dude, dissipate, I've seen this buddy do it." "

It's another thing to die a sliver... After rescuing people, you can mess around as much as you want, but for now, either listen to me or just stop doing it.

Lance's eyes exuded a thick chill, and Carlos couldn't help but snort when he saw it, but soon he returned to normal, grabbed Blanco and stared at him seriously: "No one can kill!"

Blanco, who had not spoken for a long time, finally nodded and agreed, spitting out one word: "Done." "

Ready?" After digesting the route he had just written down, Lance asked.

"That's right, plastic explosives, forge hammers, masks, guns, all at once."

Lance nodded, indicating that he understood.

The specific planned time of action is eleven o'clock in the evening, with a few hours to go.

In the past few hours, the three of them came to the bar again, but the atmosphere at this time was very different from the afternoon.

Strip shows, pole dancing, girls sweating constantly, men frantically waving banknotes in their hands to vent their inner desires.

"Beauty ~ jump! Twist up!!

"Hey, chick, shall we play for a while?"

"Good fellow, that thong can pick teeth!"

"Your sister, Lao Tzu hasn't tasted the taste of thongs yet!"

The women kept scratching their heads, which drove the drunken men even more crazy, shouting, whistling or waving their banknotes frantically.

Lance was sitting in the corner drinking beer while watching the group of guys.

It can be seen that they have become accustomed to this rotten life and have forgotten what their goal really is.

They're enjoying this life.

In this city, in this night, no one can stop them from falling.