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After Ocantara finished speaking, he reached into his pocket, took out two cigars, and handed one to Jack.

But after seeing his refusal, Ocantara didn't mind and put another stick into his pocket.

Light the cigar, take a deep breath, close your eyes and feel the fragrance that lingers around you, then slowly exhale the smoke.

"A man with money and status like you must have made friends with all kinds of people in Mexico. Why don't you make a few phone calls and bribe a few judges or superintendents? Someone must have done this before, right?"

Jack shook his head in disgust, although he didn't believe in any bullshit laws.

But he also believes in some of the truth. After all, there are loopholes in the legal system of this society.

"Ha ha…"

Ocantara smiled. He saw the contempt in Jack's eyes and knew what the other person thought of him, but he didn't take it to heart.

"Money isn't everything, Jack. Sometimes things just can't be undone, and that's why I need you to get to the source."

"This group of people want to plot against me, so they are targeting my relatives, my beloved daughter. If I play by the rules, the initial trial in court will take a year."

"My daughter will not last more than a year in prison. The conditions inside are too bad. There is no light and no daylight. Even if she is not picked on by the prisoners, she will be tortured by dysentery and dehydration. What do you think, my friend?"

His tone was very exaggerated, and Jack couldn't see that he felt sorry for his daughter.

Although there are some doubts, being a mercenary still has its own professional ethics.

Maybe this is how their father and daughter get along?

"I want an advance of one thousand US dollars, a German AC all-terrain off-road vehicle and a plastic bomb. Can you get the bomb?"

"In addition, if something goes wrong, for example, I don't like the structure of the prison, or I suddenly find that I am being followed or watched, etc., as long as there is any abnormality, I will immediately stop and run away."

"Hahaha..."

Ocantara laughed and looked at the serious and frosty man in front of him.

"You know Jack, I like the way you look, so I will ask you to take care of my daughter."

"But for the sake of my peace of mind, I have to let Carlos follow you no matter what, and I'll give you the money."

Ocantara pointed to the pony-tailed man next to him who had been silent, and blew out a smoke ring.

"Of course, dear Mr. Lodge, Carlos knows the back streets and alleys better than anyone else. You will definitely need him."

"Okay, but he has to listen to me. This is non-negotiable."

Jack glanced at Ocantara and Carlos, then turned and left.

Ocantara looked at the back with a smile, a cold light in his eyes, and a cruel arc at the corner of his mouth.

……

"So you're going to go as a mercenary?"

After hearing about Jack's experience of going to Mexico, Joyce was stunned for a while.

"Yes, this is the fastest and best way."

Seeing the serious look on his face, Joyce touched his head.

"Jack Lockley doesn't need the identity of Moon Knight. If he insists on using his real body to work as a mercenary to make extra money, you might as well go to Avengers Tower and beat up Tony."

"Beat him black and blue and sell it to the reporters. Just say it was Pepper who beat him. I guarantee you will earn more than what you got from this mission."

Jack, who heard his rant, smiled and patted Joyce on the shoulder.

Makes sense!

This is also a way to make money, but maybe Tony in a suit can't beat him?

Let's do a sneak attack...

Jack, who was lost in thought, actually started to think about the feasibility of this matter.

"Then what happened to you? Were you rescued?"

"Then we found the prison..."

Jack was interrupted from thinking about ways to make money, and then he realized that he had gone off topic.

He drank a glass of wine in one gulp and continued talking.

"There are cameras monitoring the surroundings. There are two here, one at the entrance and the other facing the cell corridor."

"There is a note in the front office, and there are two sentries. The sentries are standing guard outside with machine guns. No, that's right here."

In a dilapidated house, Jack, Carlos and a fat bald man they found from nowhere.

The three people looked at the map in the middle of the table.

"Here, here, are where they keep watch."

Carlos pointed at those spots with his finger, then looked at Jack.

"These are important areas within the prison. There is surveillance here, and there are guards and patrols!"

"Guys, I suggest you just rush in with your gun and start shooting. How about that?"

The bald man next to him looked excited, gesturing with his hands to shoot.

"That's a prison! It's not a vegetable market in your community. Do you think a few of us can blow up the prison? Kill all the police officers? Do we still have a chance to leave calmly?"

Jack took a sip of the beer on the table and gave him a disdainful look.

"Mind your own business, just make some noise and make some noise, leave the rest to me."

"I love this guy so much! The tough foreign guy single-handedly killed all the fat, bad Mexicans! You haven't eaten enough to supplement your brain, have you?"

The bald man, who was smiling just now, stepped closer to Jack, his eyes narrowed, looking threatening.

As the two were fighting, Carlos ran between them.

"Guys, guys! Calm down and just listen to Jack, okay?"

"Okay, okay, for the sake of brother, forget it this time, don't make me angry next time!"

The bald man waved his hands, as if an adult doesn't remember the past of a child.

Seeing his expression, Jack grinned indifferently, but said nothing more.

"Finally let's discuss the specific details..."

After discussing the details of the mission, the three of them went to the bar downstairs and sat on the sofa in a corner.

It's not time yet, so let's relax for now.

Jack drank alone without saying a word, while the bald man chatted with the pony-tailed man Carlos.

About an hour later, the three of them got up and walked out at the same time.

The act of rescuing people is simple.

Jack himself had been a mercenary for several years, and it was night, with the blessing of the moonlight. Even if he didn't transform, it would be easy to deal with several prison guards.

"boom!"

The bald man made a lot of noise. Jack found a hidden corner and punched the wall, entering the prison.

The whole journey was like Jack chopping melons and vegetables with a plug-in, knocking out the guarding policeman, and finally successfully found today's target.

"Are you Carmen?"

Jack, who was wearing a hood, looked at the woman sitting on the ground and asked in a deep voice.

The woman raised her head, her beautiful eyes looking closely at the man in black standing in front of her, her eyes full of vigilance.