I'm a spy in the film

"We can't get through."

Bourne used a pair of military night vision binoculars to look at the Mexican police setting up a checkpoint on the road in the distance and said:

"They have blocked every passage from Juarez to the border station. Even if we can get through the first line, we will be surrounded by the endless stream of Mexican police. So we'd better hide for two days and wait until this storm is over before going back."

John, who was also lying behind a cactus on the roadside, had a different opinion:

"We have to go there immediately. After tonight, it will be more difficult for us to go there."

"Trust the intuition of a veteran who participated in the Vietnam War and fought against the Soviet Union and the Red Army. This intuition has saved me countless times on the battlefield."

"Look at what those policemen are carrying off the car. It's Tamal, a kind of dry food that is unique to Mexico and Central and South America, just like the rice dumplings in China. It is said to be a marching dry food that has been passed down since the Aztec and Mayan eras."

"And Coke. This means they are not setting up a checkpoint temporarily, but are planning to stay here permanently until they catch us."

"It's less than two hours since we left the city. They are short of manpower and can only set up checkpoints at key sections of the road. When tomorrow morning comes, their people will be fully mobilized and it will be even more difficult for us to leave. Maybe there will be gang members to help them by then, which will be a disaster for us."

John's analysis was so logical that Bourne was actually convinced by him.

I never thought that this reckless old man who was beaten unconscious by a group of thugs was actually a Vietnam War veteran. How disrespectful!

But what to do next?

"Looking for the snakehead." John said concisely.

"Which company owned by the Immigration Service are you talking about?" Bourne asked.

"No, that company is in the city. It's too conspicuous. It must be under close surveillance now. I'm talking about those small snakeheads who specialize in arranging for Western Mexicans to sneak across the border. Do you know anyone in this area?"

Bourne was speechless for a moment. He really didn't know him, but he knew there was someone who definitely knew him.

This person was Matt's niece, Saltana Rivera, the Customs and Immigration agent who arranged for him to cross the border.

"What? You mean the police in Juarez set up a checkpoint on the highway just to stop you two? What did you do to deserve such a big fuss?"

Livira sat up on the bed like a spring, and the smooth thin blanket slipped from her shoulders, revealing her beautiful figure and delicate skin.

"A pimp and some of his accomplices? That's all? And his brother?"

Listening to the words of the person on the microphone, Livira sneered and didn't believe it at all.

She didn't know that what Bourne said was indeed true, but this pimp had many identities, such as gang leader, drug gang leader, distributor and supplier of a human organ trafficking organization, partner of a biochemical company, and so on.

This pimp (Hugo Martinez) is also an aspiring pimp who has a good habit of keeping a diary. His diary contains a lot of information about "important" people. This is the ultimate reason why the Juarez police became agitated and searched for Bourne and his partner throughout the process.

"You annoying brat, I shouldn't have believed Uncle Matt's words. He was a handsome young man with a promising future, but he was clearly a reckless person. It was such a simple thing that could be done with just money, but he was hunted down all the way!"

Livira slapped the mattress angrily.

"What a handsome guy! You haven't even met him yet, but you have to clean up his mess. I will make sure you return it to me someday!"

No matter how angry you are, you still have to help when you need help!

Livi pulled down the bed. She liked to sleep naked, so she stood in front of the French window, thinking about what to do.

She couldn't use her connections in the bureau, after all, this was her personal matter, so how could she get them (Bourne told her there were two people, and Livira thought it was him and the rescued girl) back?

By the way, she thought of a smuggling network she was currently investigating.

Many Mexicans entered the United States through this smuggling network. Their leader in Texas was a Latina woman named Ruth, codenamed "SHE".

Ruth opened a snack stand at the job recruitment point, and many people came to her every day to buy tacos.

Livira suspected that the contact person was hiding among the diners buying tacos, so she had been squatting at the snack stand for two days, but found nothing.

Now is the perfect time. Through a subordinate she developed, she can entrust Ruth to bring Bourne and the others back. Then she can follow this clue and crack the smuggling network in one fell swoop.

Yes!

Livira clenched her fists excitedly, as if a pay raise and promotion were just around the corner!

Soon, an ordinary-looking curly-haired Mexican boy came to a dilapidated wooden house near the odd-job recruitment point.

"Ruth, Ruth, are you home? I have an urgent commission!"

Curly knocked on the door gently and rhythmically.

After a while, the door opened, and a young Latin American beauty appeared behind the door. She asked in a slightly hoarse but very attractive voice, "What commission did you say?"

"I have been asked to find you to take two people away from Juarez tonight."

"Who asked you to do that? Who did you take away? Where? Juarez? Both?"

Ruth's voice was first alert and suspicious, then became surprised, and finally a rhetorical question.

She seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Curly with a complicated expression. The ignorance and confusion on the other's face showed that this guy was just a messenger, and he didn't understand the significance of this mission at all, nor did he know what the two people who needed to be brought back had done.

This is a tool man.

"Okay, I understand. I'll arrange it right away."

As she said this, Ruth was about to close the door and contact her men.

But the curly-haired boy blocked the door and asked anxiously, "You don't want the deposit?"

In his opinion, since the kind-hearted immigration agent who had helped him had entrusted the matter to him, he had to do it properly.

Ruth, who refused to accept his deposit, said she didn't take the matter to heart. How could this not make the curly-haired boy anxious?

But Ruth gave him a strange look, snatched the handful of loose bills from his hand, and slammed the door.

Fortunately, I have accomplished my mission!

The curly-haired boy left here with a triumphant mood. He didn't know that Ruth had already run through the tunnel under the house to an empty villa across the street.

That is her second hideout. What could be safer than a safe house opposite her own home? This is the ultimate in keeping the dark.

"Danyo, I have a commission to pick up two people in Juarez!"

"who?"

"Did you know that the Martinez brothers were killed tonight?" Ruth asked instead of answering.

"Who did it? Don't they know who's behind those two brothers?"

A person suddenly sat up on the bed, with disheveled hair, naked upper body, and a body full of patterns.

This is a man with a story.

"That's why I called you tonight. Only you can bring them back safely."

"Okay, no problem. I'll chop up every guy in my way, just like before. I'll tell them that Machete is back!"