In Tijuana, a three-story building with a trade company sign along the Pacific coast area.
As the sky turned dark, the small building was brightly lit.
Constant streams of information were being compiled on the second floor.
For instance, the death of Antonio Garcia and the rapid internal turmoil within the Garcia Group.
For instance, the Mexican police had no success in apprehending Ronan, who was being sought.
For instance, the interrogation of Moreno yielded results – Ronan had met with Demona, the first madam of the Red Light Street.
For instance, the previously silent Jose Group suddenly became active tonight, searching everywhere for Ronan's trail.
After going through all the messages, Matt Grave leaned on the windowsill of the second floor, considering the current situation comprehensively.
Not far behind him stood an exceedingly ugly hulk of a man.
This man had a Latino appearance, wearing a long leather coat. His face was pockmarked and asymmetrical, making him incredibly ugly.
Matt Grave turned around and asked, "Wandao, are you ready?"
Wandao took a step forward and said, "I kill drug dealers and terrorists!"
Matt Grave nodded. He had originally intended to pat Wandao on the shoulder, but he remembered the hidden knife under Wandao's clothes and withdrew his hand midway.
This man was originally a Mexican detective who refused to associate with drug dealers. His wife and daughter were killed by drug dealers, forcing him to flee to the United States. Later, he was hired by a prominent businessman in Arizona. He impulsively killed an official who was allegedly sheltering drug dealers.
Originally a serious crime, Matt Grave found an opportunity and used his CIA connections to replace the culprit, saving the man.
Wandao, this exceptionally ugly man, wasn't suited for undercover work. He could only serve as a tactical operative.
In several operations, Wandao demonstrated remarkable abilities.
Later, Matt Grave learned that Wandao had received training from an old Mexican man, stepping into the first level of the Ancient Native American system – a hunter.
Now, Wandao had reached the peak of the first level. He hadn't advanced to the second level, not due to lack of ability, but because he didn't know the ancient system's method of advancement.
Matt Grave specifically brought Wandao over and, along with three other soldiers, was ready to take decisive action against the target!
"Judy, has the information about Daisy Demona arrived?" Matt Grave asked loudly.
A female staff member with a bun hairstyle said, "It's being transmitted."
Matt Grave came to the conference table and sat down, and Wandao automatically stood behind him.
Daisy Demona was a name they had just obtained this afternoon. After matching Ronan's photo with the fingerprints of that gangster, Matt could be certain of one thing – on the morning of the day the quarry explosion occurred, Ronan had sought out this woman named Daisy Demona!
For an average person, such memories might have faded a long time ago, considering much time had passed. After all, Daisy Demona was a part-time madam who sold information and had numerous interactions with people.
"Transmission complete!" Judy brought over a laptop and placed it in front of Matt. "Langley mobilized several teams and compiled related data."
Matt took a quick glance and clapped his hands forcefully, "Let's have a meeting!"
Everyone else in the office gathered around and took their seats on both sides of the table.
The computer connected to the projector, and Daisy Demona's information appeared in front of everyone.
She had been a nun in Los Angeles before, but later she reported multiple priests in her parish, leading to her being framed for theft by the parish. She decided to leave the church, moved to San Diego, and formed a close relationship with the father-son duo, Hound.
For some reason, they had a falling out, and she arrived at the Red Light Street in Tijuana. With her remarkable skills and strength, she gained a foothold in the street. In fact, many referred to her as the first madam of the Red Light Street.
She stayed away from legitimate businesses and was well-connected with information, moonlighting as an information broker.
She later rekindled her affair with Hound and had a good relationship with Hound's son, Ronan.
After presenting the information, Matt wasted no time and said directly, "Ronan is connected to Demona! It's highly likely they have been in contact recently! Ronan killed Antonio Garcia and quickly vanished from everyone's sight. Demona is a big player in the area. With her help, this is achievable!"
Monroe, the sniper next to Judy, suggested, "Boss, should I go and apprehend this woman?"
However, Matt raised his hand to stop him, "Ronan is very cunning. Demona might not necessarily know exactly where he is. If we rashly arrest her, we might alert him, and he could go into hiding or relocate, which would be extremely unfavorable for us."
Not to mention the special district, Langley needed explanations soon.
After pondering for a moment, Judy suggested, "Could we use Demona as bait to lure Ronan out?"
This idea inspired Matt. After a brief contemplation, he quickly made a decision, "Leak Demona's information to people from the Jose Group. Since the generous Jose has started looking for Ronan, he won't likely spare Demona. When the Jose Group takes action, immediately spread the news!"
Monroe had doubts, "Will he come to rescue her?"
Matt had a side profile of Ronan made, "This guy is powerful, far beyond an average person. Based on the ambushes against Ian, James, and Alejandro, he's extremely confident."
He pondered and said, "Demona has a deep connection with them. When he came to Mexico, Demona would undoubtedly offer assistance. He wouldn't just overlook the mob; there's a high possibility he will come to her rescue!"
This was a new dog-eat-dog plan: "Ronan is a very dangerous terrorist. Let him clash with the Jose Group first, let the Jose Group deplete his weapons, ammunition, and energy."
Matt pounded the table heavily, "Then we'll launch a deadly blow!"
The others looked at each other and found this plan favorable.
Matt stood up, pacing back and forth as he began to arrange, "We're working overnight tonight. Everyone, be on standby! Judy, contact the Tijuana police. I need their police helicopter! Monroe, Andrei, assemble the team and be ready for action at any time! John, keep the information channels open. Starting now, I want to know about all conflicts happening on the Red Light Street!"
Finally, he looked at Wandao, "You'll operate independently. Seek a chance for close combat and contact me at any time. You've seen his picture; seize an opportunity and strike. He's a terrorist; there's no need to hold back!"
Wandao grinned, a smile uglier than a cry, "My big knife will thirst for Ronan's blood!"
Matt refrained from clapping, "Alright, folks, let's get moving. Let's aim to eliminate both the Jose Group and Ronan tonight!"
...
At ten o'clock in the evening, when the Red Light Street should have been at its busiest, the street swiftly quieted down as a substantial amount of cash and calls from the Jose Group were distributed among various individuals. Under the demands of their respective factions, the girls on the street quickly concluded their business for the day and got into cars, leaving the area.
Senior law enforcement officials in Tijuana instructed their subordinates to stay away from the Red Light Street and its vicinity tonight.
With an astonishing speed, the Red Light Street fell silent.
Numerous individuals who had come out of the Jose Mansion occupied several blocks surrounding the Red Light Street, blocking all the streets and alleys.
Generous Jose wore a well-fitted suit and rode in a black sedan, leaving the mansion.
"Are we certain she's still here?" he asked the person in front.
Andrew, in the passenger seat, replied, "Demona is in her bar! We've had the two factions we paid on the Red Light Street immediately detain dozens of girls. Demona can't abandon them; she has to stay in the Red Light Street!"
He adjusted his slightly uncomfortable collar and discreetly unbuttoned two buttons, "Those factions won't fully turn against her until Demona faces a real failure. Before emptying the Red Light Street, they returned the girls to Demona."
"It doesn't matter," Jose considered himself transcendent, possessing an extraordinary sense of nobility, "They're just ants."
Andrew smiled slightly; as a blood thrall, unless they struck a fatal blow, he was practically immortal in this street-level combat.
Jose said, "Spread the word. No matter what it takes, tonight I want to see Ronan's people or his head. I want him to accompany my tunnels and cargo to the grave!"
Andrew promptly made a call.
Inside the bar, the lights were on, and several wooden crates were placed in the center.
Including Demona, over twenty women sat around the crates, gazing at the weapons within.
"You should leave now while you can," Demona, dressed in a long leather coat, her ample bosom giving her a slightly bloated figure, said, "I don't need you to accompany me to my grave."
A middle-aged woman with a fair amount of white strands in her hair stood up and picked up a simple shotgun from one of the crates, "Having lived for this long, whether we die tonight or not, without your protection, we'd be dead tomorrow anyway."
Another woman with red-dyed hair approached and grabbed a gun, "Demona, after tonight, I won't owe you anything."
Other women came forward to take weapons.
These were Demona's women, and at their age, if they were part of any other faction, they'd either have been beheaded or forced to wander the streets. Yet, here they could make a living with a stable meal.
Most of Demona's underlings had left; the remaining ones willing to fight alongside her were these fortunate elderly women who hadn't died.
"Death is death!" the oldest woman among them said, "In this city, apart from here, where else can we stay?"
Demona silently organized her firearms, fully armed.
Then, she rummaged through the bar counter to find a phone she had never used before, dialing several numbers in sequence, finally connecting with one.
Upon hearing Ronan's voice, she only said, "Bastard, no matter where you are, get the hell away from me, and don't let me see you again!"
Without waiting for a response, she hung up the phone, smashed it with the butt of a gun, and looked at the group of her older sisters, "Spread out to both sides of the alleys and upstairs. Trap those bastards! If they want our lives, let's see how much blood they're willing to shed!"
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