Captain took a phone out of the pocket of his tactical vest at this moment, but this time it was a satellite phone with a big antenna. He said very seriously, “We need to leave Mexico as soon as possible. Sticking to the original plan won’t work. I have to contact the boss—only he can help us. But doing this means we’ll have to cover the cost ourselves, and we’ll need to split the money evenly. Does anyone have any objections?”

Cap let out a breath and said, “Alright, there’s no point making money if you can’t live to spend it. I agree.”

Ernest hesitated for a moment and said, “If the price isn’t too high, I can accept it.”

With Ernest’s agreement, Captain immediately said, “Joey agrees too, so I’ll make the call.”

Joey was following behind, dragging the hostage and the bison’s corpse, but having walkie-talkies didn’t hinder their communication. Now the four of them—Captain and the others—had reached an agreement. As for Raymond Brooks, since he had just joined, he wasn’t qualified to give his opinion.

Raymond Brooks felt that Captain was waiting for him to choose to join and become a reliable member before making this call, which meant the call must be very important, though he didn’t know exactly why.

Captain dialed a number on the satellite phone. After waiting a while, he said in a low voice, “Boss, hello, this is Frank. Uh… I’ll get straight to the point: the bison is dead, and we’ve run into some trouble.”

After a brief pause, Captain continued, “We took on a rescue mission, trying to save a hostage from a drug dealer in Tijuana. But the middleman didn’t tell us that this drug dealer was with the Zetas cartel. No, no, I’m not asking you to go after the middleman. Now we’ve clashed with the Zetas, and they definitely won’t let us go. Staying in Tijuana is too dangerous. I need to get across the border to San Diego as soon as possible.”

After listening to a few words from the person on the other end, Captain hung up, sighed lightly, and said, “The boss needs to make a few calls and will give us a definite answer soon. For now, let’s head to the border crossing.”

Captain had a boss above him, but the way he made the call didn’t sound like a conversation between a boss and a subordinate.

Raymond Brooks was a bit curious, but he definitely wouldn’t ask anything.

Another ten minutes or so passed. As the car was about to enter Tijuana city, the satellite phone in Captain’s hand finally rang.

“Boss… Okay, lane twenty-four. Got it. How much do we need to pay? I can’t let you pay for us. Alright, thank you, boss.”

After finishing the call, Captain immediately said, “It’s settled. Lane twenty-four at the border crossing—there’ll be a car waiting for us to take us through the checkpoint. We need to pay thirty thousand dollars. That’s the friendship price the boss negotiated.”

Cap immediately said, “Thirty thousand split between five people is… uh.”

Ernest said without hesitation, “Five thousand per person. That’s acceptable.”

Captain didn’t say anything, but Raymond Brooks held back and held back, and finally couldn’t help but say, “Thirty thousand split between five people is six thousand each. Also, I don’t have any money.”

Captain said in a low voice, “The five people don’t include you. The one paying is the bison.”

Ernest was stunned. “Is it six thousand per person? Uh, alright, as long as it’s under ten thousand, it’s still acceptable.”

Raymond Brooks breathed a sigh of relief, because he really couldn’t come up with six thousand dollars, and Captain and the others also relaxed, because being able to get through the border quickly meant their risk would be much lower.

The Tijuana border crossing is huge and open twenty-four hours a day, but going from the US to Mexico is smooth and almost unchecked, while going from Mexico to the US is strictly inspected.

As they approached the border, the number of vehicles clearly increased, but Captain and the others only took off their helmets—their masks were still on their faces, and they hadn’t removed their bulletproof vests, acting rather brazenly.

Raymond Brooks just wanted to know how, with guns and dead bodies in their two cars, they could get through the US inspection. In his view, if they could just pass through like this, Captain’s boss must be incredibly well-connected.

It was already past eight in the evening, but there was still a long line of cars waiting to cross. However, the car Ernest was driving didn’t line up at the end of the queue, but instead headed straight for a lane separated by concrete barriers. At the end of the lane, a black SUV was blocking the way.

Captain let out a breath and said in a low voice, “Black Ford Suburban, this should be the car. Just pull up behind it and stop.”

Ernest slowly stepped on the brake and stopped behind the large SUV. Then, Captain rolled down the window and stuck his head out.

The SUV in front also rolled down its window, but no one got out or stuck their head out. Captain just called out loudly, “Hello, Mr. Smith asked me to send his regards to you.”

Someone in the car ahead reached out and placed a police light on the roof, which then started flashing, but made no sound.

The SUV in front roared to life, its taillights lit up, and it began to move forward slowly. Ernest immediately drove after it.

The line of cars waiting to cross on the left stretched as far as the eye could see, but Raymond Brooks and the others’ two cars just followed the SUV with the flashing police light, driving down an empty lane and quickly approaching the checkpoint.

Then, the roadblock in front of the inspection lane was moved aside, and the cars barely slowed down as they sped through the checkpoint.