I'm a spy in the film

Chapter 268 Funny Rescue

Half a day later, Bourne arrived at Juarez, a famous city in Mexico.

This is truly a city of crime!

It was three o'clock in the afternoon when Bourne entered the city, but he could see gangs on the roadside killing people in the streets without any scruples.

It was not a gunfight, but an execution.

Two blindfolded men were kneeling on the side of the street, behind them were several gang members holding machetes.

A gangster with a red band on his head swung his knife and chopped off the kneeling man's head and body.

There were already three chopped-off heads on the street.

This was Bourne's first time in West Mexico, and he followed Matt's path.

Matt and his team of mercenaries have been active on the Mexico-Mexico border for many years and are very familiar with the place. His niece, a girl named Saltana Rivera, works for the Immigration and Customs Enforcement Agency, which has an office in Western Mexico.

So, this trip was arranged by Saltana.

The person who came to pick up Bourne was a partner of ICE in Juarez.

In name, this company is a travel agency, but in fact it is a human trafficking company of the Immigration and Customs Enforcement Agency, specializing in providing visa services, both legal and illegal, to wealthy Western Mexicans.

Their staff get along very well here, and no gang will come here to cause trouble. On the contrary, the bosses of these gangs are quite polite to this company.

After all, no one knows whether he will need the help of this company to escape disaster in the United States in the future. Rich people are afraid of death, and gang bosses are no exception.

When Bourne told a contact at the company about the girl's disappearance, the contact shook his head helplessly and said:

"You're too late!"

"There are generally two ways to get people back. One is the most common way, which is to redeem them with money, but this requires that the girls have been reformed. Once they have been reformed, in order to prevent the girls from leaking secrets, the gangs generally will not let them go, and may even kill them directly. The second way is to hire professionals to rob them. This method is rarely used, but it has the highest success rate."

"But no matter which method is used, it is better to do it sooner rather than later. As you said, your friend's daughter has been missing for a day and a night. This is really difficult to deal with!"

"Also, this address is where your friend's daughter was last seen, her best friend's home. That's the territory of the Martinez brothers. They are most famous for having gang girls trick girls from other places into coming by using dating methods, and then imprisoning and forcing them to sell."

"Their methods are cruel and effective. I'm afraid..."

"This gang has a lot of people, is it very powerful?" Bourne frowned and asked, "They kidnap girls from other places like this, and the girls' parents and friends come to their door, aren't they afraid?"

"Ha!" The contact person laughed and said, "The Martinez brothers' gang is not big. Their main business is drug trafficking, which is handled by the elder brother Victor Martinez, while the flesh trade is handled by his younger brother Hugo Martinez. Moreover, this business was taken over after the previous gang here was wiped out by mercenaries hired by the family of a victim. So, for the sake of money, these people are like flies. When one group dies, another group will swarm in. It is impossible to stop them at all."

"How are they keeping the girls?" Bourne asked.

"For those girls, it's impossible to escape, but for some mercenaries, it's not too difficult. Unfortunately, the few teams I know that have experience in rescuing people have not been here for a while, so I say you're late."

"Tell me the address where the girl is being held and the guarding situation. I will take care of rescuing her!"

Bourne stood up, pulled out a roll of razor blades from his bag and placed them on the contact's desk.

The contact person took a look and said nothing. Bourne continued to take out and arrange the items.

Only when ten volumes appeared on the table did the contact person contentedly sweep the volumes of Dao Le into the drawer, take out a map, and explain the situation there in detail to Bourne.

After the introduction, the contact person asked solemnly: "Are you really only going to pick up that one girl?"

Bourne was puzzled: "What else?"

"Don't get me wrong, this has happened before. Originally, they were only going to save one woman, but the mercenary team suddenly changed their goal and wanted to release all the girls!"

The contact person spread his hands and said, "In the end, that mercenary team and all the girls were killed!"

He concluded: “There is no mercy in Juarez!”

Bourne understood what he meant, nodded, and replied: "I am not carrying any weapons. I just want to bring my friend's daughter back to see the old man intact."

"I believe you. I will greet the people inside. When you arrive, someone will tell you the approximate location where the girl is being held. There are three guards, and you need to deal with them on your own. Don't harm their lives. Take your friend's daughter away and don't come back. OK!"

"OK!"

With a lot on his mind, Bourne walked out of the company's office building. Just across the street, a middle-aged woman dressed in local Mexican clothes was posting a missing person notice on a telephone pole.

She had a sad face, and there was a child of only five or six years old following her, nervously pulling at the woman's skirt and refusing to let go.

Bourne saw that the photo of the woman on the missing person notice was of a girl with a sweet smile and a good-looking face.

There are already too many missing person notices like this on telephone poles.

Covering one layer after another, the original material of the electric poles is completely covered.

I don’t know how many young girls have been hung on these telephone poles, covered with missing person notices, and have become the eternal pain in the hearts of their parents!

"Humph--"

Bourne breathed heavily through his nostrils, feeling extremely suffocated.

At this moment he wanted to vent, but he didn't know where to vent.

Don't act rashly. Rescuing the girl is the first thing to do.

That's all Bourne could tell himself!

……

Things went even more smoothly than Byrne had expected.

Although it was five o'clock in the afternoon and not yet opening hours, when Bourne gave the code word given by the contact, he was immediately welcomed in.

This is a hotel, and dirty is not enough to describe it.

Following the instructions of the contact, Bourne handed the gatekeeper 200 pesos between a photo and the bill.

The gatekeeper happily accepted the pesos, stared at the photo for a while, pointed out the direction to Bourne, and even enthusiastically drew a sketch for him in case Bourne couldn't find it.

This enthusiastic performance made Bourne laugh and cry.

Damn, when you are a traitor and you are so active in betraying your own gang, aren’t you afraid that your boss will kill you after he finds out?

I'm not afraid of death but of poverty!

Bourne quickly found where the girl was being kept, a room the size of a public toilet stall, with no door, only a simple curtain blocking the door.

The girl seemed to have been beaten. There were bruises on her face, the corners of her mouth were swollen, and she was listless, but her clothes were still neat.

This made Bourne feel relieved.

Bourne carried the semi-conscious girl on his shoulders and was about to go out, but his way was blocked by a burly man.

It seems that he is the guard that the contact person mentioned.

The burly guard showed a ferocious expression and rushed towards Bourne. Bourne dodged and punched the burly guard in the face.

The punch was not heavy, but the strong man fell down and fell into "coma".

Bourne stepped over the burly guard, but inadvertently, a few banknotes slipped out of his pocket and fell beside the burly guard, and were quickly picked up by a hand.

At this point, the rescue operation was successfully completed in a funny way!