Chapter 47

Xie Lun is spreading the collected weapons and equipment on the car cover. She turns her head at will. Just as the woman goes to the lamp, her eyes brighten.

Under the light, Sharon saw that the woman was very young, but in her twenties, she was very beautiful. Although the facial features are somewhat strong and the lips are also some thick, they have an inexplicable temptation to men.

Women like this, the older they get, the more attractive they become.

Looking at Sharon with straight eyes, the woman smiled and stretched out her hand: "meet again. My name is Monica. At present, I can be said to be a fugitive."

Looking at Bai Shengsheng's small hand stretched out in front of him, Sharon raised her eyebrow and gently held it: "Hello, Monica, my name is Jielun, Jielun Zhou!"

"Honey, your name is false."

"Each other."

"Hum, what people tell you is the real name."

"Ha ha..."

After Sharon checked the weapons, he picked out his suitable ones and took them with him, and then went to check the cars next to him. Monica wandered around a little bored: "you're really good. More than a dozen gunmen were killed by you almost instantly. Mr. Jielun, I'm more and more curious about your true identity. "

Sharon didn't pay attention to her. No matter how beautiful a beauty is, her life is not as important as her own. He had just come to a modified SUV when Monica screamed, "God, this man is still alive."

Xie lunfei quickly pulled out his gun and looked back, but she saw Monica squatting next to the scarred man who was finally shot in the head by Fei.

Sharon snorted angrily, took back the gun and continued to check the vehicle. Monica laboriously laid the man on the ground and said in a hurry, "come and help."

Xie Lun said coldly, "if you don't die on the spot, you won't be saved. Beauty, I advise you, you'd better hurry to collect some supplies. The road will face the sky in a moment. Let's go halfway, and we'll never see you again. "

"Why are you so cold-blooded?" Monica ran over, turned inside the car, found a first-aid kit, carried it and ran back, "my father is a sacrificial undercover policeman. I will never die."

Sharon shrugged. Everyone has their own aspirations and can't force it. He got into the SUV, turned on the light and pulled out the file bag. Now I have time to see what's in this file bag.

"Yila..."

Tear off the sealing strip. There are only a few thin sheets of paper in the file bag.

John Rambo, a former member of the Green Beret special forces, an expert in mountain and jungle survival, has participated in the Vietnam War, the Gulf War and the Afghan war... The winner of the Purple Star Medal, and the secret distinguished instructor of the Ministry of state

After retiring three years ago, such a strong man has been living in a remote farm in New Mexico. But half a month ago, he somehow sneaked into Mexico and was attacked by local gangs, seriously injured behind him.

Fortunately, he was treated by a kind-hearted man. After half a month of injury, Rambo woke up and sent a distress signal.

Looking at the black-and-white photos on the copy, Sharon turned her mouth, making it look like a posthumous photo. It's unlucky.

At the end of the document is a series of numbers, which is the number Rambo called James for help.

The SUV was even equipped with a satellite phone. Sharon impolitely picked up the phone and dialed the number. The telephone rang for a long time before it was connected.

"Password?"

A deep man's voice came across the phone.

"Agate stone. "Security password?"

“73X867M。”

"The password is correct... I have sneaked into Mexico and reported your current position."

"Sangxi City, a small city 60 kilometers away from the border. We'll contact you when you arrive. "

"Good!"

After Sharon hung up the phone, she pulled out the landline and pinched the chip into pieces.

"Sangxi city?" Sharon looked around. "Sir, where am I now?"

At this time, the rear door opened, and Monica, who seemed weak, dragged the man over and pushed hard into the car.

Sharon stared: "what are you doing?"

"He's fine. The bullet went through his mouth and broke only a few of his teeth. He didn't even hurt his tongue." Monica gasped, "just a simple treatment, he will recover soon."

Sharon held out his hand: "I mean, why did you push me into the car?"

The man woke up, tried to wriggle his lips and spit out a few characters vaguely.

Sharon didn't hear clearly, while Monica opened her eyes and looked at Sharon with a little surprise: "he said he knew you and entered Mexico with you!"

"What?"

Sharon came forward and carefully observed the embarrassed and bloody man. After a long time, he remembered that the man sitting in the front passenger seat of the pickup truck seemed to be the man in front of him.

But he was wearing sunglasses, and Sharon just glanced quickly. He didn't remember very clearly.

Sharon hesitated and asked in a low voice, "who is the man sitting next to me?"

The man spits out a series of words intermittently, and Monica acts as an interpreter: "he says there is no one around you. The co pilot sitting in front of you is Matt with a beard, but the beard is actually fake... Well, he also knows that your ID card is Jay Chou."

Sharon glanced: "all right, let him come up."

Monica stared: "it's easy to say. Give me a hand. It's not easy for a weak woman to drag him over, okay?"

Fifteen minutes later.

While driving, Sharon didn't have a good way: "say it first. When we get to the place in a while, we'll go our separate ways and never see each other again."

Monica tooted her mouth: "do you just hate being with others?"

Nonsense, it's all your fault to get to this point. First, because of you, you clashed with local gangs for no reason, then you smashed it, then crashed the car, and finally because you were busy, you had an extra oil bottle.

Sharon glared at Monica and turned to the gasping man lying behind. "Do you have a temporary shelter or an emergency contact point?"

The man effortlessly spit out a word: "Sangxi city."

Sharon blinked: "where is it? How can I get there? "

As soon as Monica's eyes brightened, a proud look appeared on her pretty face: "excuse me, this handsome man, do you need a guide? You can also be a part-time translator for free. "

Sharon rolled her eyes in silence.

Almost equivalent to the demolished Hotel, Scott's men finally intercepted Sharon's image from the shabby surveillance video at the entrance of the hotel.

Just twenty minutes later, in Mexico City, the capital of Mexico, there was a simple but huge manor.

A well-dressed housekeeper hurried into a luxurious bedroom and gently awakened the sleeping old man.

In his hand, he holds a somewhat blurred picture, which is the image of Sharon in the video.

"Patriarch, he's coming to Mexico."

The old man put on his glasses, his fingers trembled, took the picture, didn't say a word, but nodded casually.

Half an hour later, five helicopters soared from Mexico City and roared towards the border.