Mexico Chihuahua State...

Sniper Roland held a bottle of Budweiser beer, standing on the porch of a shabby farm wooden house, watching his partner Javier getting scolded by his mother for not doing farm work properly.

Hearing cheerful laughter behind him, Roland turned to give his youngest daughter a hug, then watched the little girl in a plaid shirt and denim shorts rush onto the grass, waving a small stick at the lazy goats, shouting 'I am a happy shepherd…'

A middle-aged woman, carrying a plate of freshly baked muffins, walked up behind Roland with a slightly older girl...

"Roland, this is your daughter's handiwork. She added blueberries to the muffins, you must try some…"

Roland turned to see the smile on his eldest daughter's face. He picked up a muffin and stuffed it into his mouth...

The overly sweet muffins were far from delicious, but Roland still smiled and gave a thumbs up, saying, "It really tastes good, but if you plan to open a store in the future, it would be best to use less sugar to save costs.

Oh, the blueberry muffin really tastes good…"

After speaking, Roland told his eldest daughter to bring the overly sweet muffins to his partner Javier and his mom, rescuing his partner at the same time. Roland looked at his wife, smiling bitterly, and said, "The kids seem quite happy…"

Roland's wife hugged his waist, whispering, "Don't burden yourself too much, we are living quite well here…"

Roland replied, bitterly, "You're right, unless driving to town means having to keep a gun in the glove compartment?

Nancy, I'm going to El Salvador, this mission might last for a while.

The situation there is worse than here, so I want to send you all to Thailand. A guy once told me, for a fee, he could guarantee your safety in Thailand."

Nancy was surprised, saying, "Thailand?

You mean Mountain Eagle?

You work for him, why should you pay him?"

Roland watched Javier take a phone call, then jump into a broken-down pickup truck and drive out of the farm. He hugged his wife's waist, helplessly saying, "I'm just employed, obviously, that guy thinks pay-per-job is more cost-effective.

And I want you all in a safe place where the kids can grow up happily!"

Nancy heard this and said, surprised, "That's not fair!"

Roland reached out, holding Nancy's head, kissed her forehead, and said, "There's no such thing as fairness or unfairness, our current situation wasn't caused by Mountain Eagle.

In fact, I'm able to be with you all instead of waiting for occasional visits in prison because of that guy's help.

I've bought plane tickets for you. You'll go to Thailand tomorrow, someone there will pick you up.

This time, that guy has given us a big job, and I might find a way to become a permanent employee."

Seeing his wife's reluctant look, Roland helplessly said, "Indeed, someone did contact me, but this is Mexico, unless you want me to work for drug dealers, this is the best option!

They'll help arrange housing and enroll the kids in an international school...

I've been to Thailand before, Kamui is beautiful. You'll love it there!"

Nancy listened, eyes filled with despair, and asked, "When will this end?"

Roland took out his vibrating phone, glanced at the message, and patted Nancy's back a few times, saying, "If everything goes smoothly this time, then all the previous turmoil will end.

Javier encountered some trouble on the road; I need to check it out. Don't alarm the kids, just pack some luggage..."

...

Javier drove the pickup, carrying three stranded Seals into a graffiti-filled small town...

Passing an intersection, Javier motioned to some armed gang gunmen on the roadside to indicate he was a local...

After the gang gunmen finished their check, Javier restarted the vehicle and entered the eastern area of the town.

A few minutes later, Javier parked outside a high wall, then looked at Sam in the passenger seat, and said grimly, "This is drug cartel territory. Why come here?"

Javier glanced at Rondo and Depp in the backseat, frowning as he scanned the obviously injured Rondo, saying, "If you need a doctor, you should've told me earlier instead of coming to such a place.

We're leaving for El Salvador tomorrow; I don't want trouble…"

Sam, noting Javier's similar vibe, pulled out his phone, opened an email, then handed it to Javier...

"I think we met in Virginia…"

Javier, looking at the file and directive on the phone, rubbed his face and returned the phone to Sam, saying, "Yes, we met. You're Sam, DEVGRU Blue Squadron Charlie Team Leader. That guy behind is Rondo, but I don't remember the other one…

I'm Javier, Gray Squadron sniper. I'm not well-known, but you should know my partner…

James Roland!"

Sam, surprised, widened his eyes, saying, "Codename 'Trigger' Sharpshooter Roland?

Shit, Mountain Eagle said the fugitive soldiers were you guys?

What's going on?"

Javier sneered, "We were seconded to the Special Operations Command for a secret weapon testing mission, and as you see, we ended up fugitives...

Though you guys don't seem to be doing well either, so…"

Javier shrugged and asked, "Can you tell me about the mission?

Why look for a country doctor? Just because he poisoned a few gangsters?"

Sam turned to make eye contact with his companion, then said with a slightly bizarre expression, "It's not that he poisoned some drug dealers to death. To be precise, this guy drugged and anesthetized a bunch of drug dealers..."

Javier spread his hands and said, "So what? Those drug dealers are dead anyway. We should applaud his actions, not come here prepared to abduct him."

Sam seemed to remember something, licked his slightly dry lips, and said, "This guy anesthetized a group of drug dealers secretly meeting at a hotel, then transported them to a warehouse with a luggage cart...

While the drug dealers were still alive, he put them into a soup pot and boiled them into several large pots of broth before dissolving the scraps of corpses with acid.

The guy even recorded the entire process on video and sent it to the drug cartel, provoking a turf war between two small-time cartels, and during the chaos, he captured a few more guys, cooking them alive into broth in the pot.

This is a madman...

I don't know why Mountain Eagle wants this kind of madman, but I certainly won't applaud such a lunatic.

We still need a vehicle; later tonight, we'll rush in, knock out the guy, and take him to El Salvador!

On the way, we'll have to stop in Michoacan State, where there's another psycho, certified insane by both the CIA and the DEA.

That guy used CIA and DEA informants to set traps and emasculated a few spies and investigators.

The CIA has been tracking that guy. I was even ordered to join the operation to round him up, but during the pursuit, two unlucky fellows' balls were blasted by bombs.

After that operation, for more than a month, Rondo dared not go to the restroom alone, even in the base, and would repeatedly check under the seat while driving for bombs."

Javier reflexively squeezed his legs tight, throat dry, and said, "Why must we deal with these guys?

Driving from Mexico to El Salvador is nearly 3500 kilometers; do we have to bring two mad psychos across the border?

Fuck, the CIA couldn't find that psycho; how does Mountain Eagle know his whereabouts?"

......

"Do you know where the most madmen are found?"

Mori sat in the back seat of a Cadillac Escalade, holding his phone and glancing at the green lawn outside the window...

A few people in hospital gowns were playing hide and seek with some guards, but they didn't manage to run far, as they were knocked down by tasers wielded by the guards...

"Oh..."

Mori watched as one guy was tackled to the ground by a guard with a flying shoulder charge. He grimaced and cried out, then said into the phone, "Mountain, I am risking psychological injury to do your bidding; you better give me ample compensation..."

"......"

"What? Where am I?"

Speaking, Mori looked at the ominous-looking building moving ahead and the faintly visible tombstones flanking it, he smiled and said, "I am at Saint Elizabeth Mental Hospital...

Over the past few decades, it has treated 120,000 psychiatric patients, with over 117,000 dying.

Three would-be presidential assassins were held here, never tried, yet subjected to perpetual punishment.

This place is a hundred times more terrifying than Guantanamo, believe me, all victims' families would prefer the culprits be locked here than imprisoned."

"......"

"You said you wanted madmen and demons; here are the most insane, wicked creatures!"

"......"

"There's no trouble; the person I'm looking for is an old man who has spent twenty years in this mental hospital, and all his enemies are dead.

Oh, speaking of his enemies, they are somewhat related to you...

The Governor of Arizona, Soling, was taken out months ago, and the FBI still hasn't found any clues...

The old man I wish to meet once kidnapped Soling's father and used drugs and hypnotism to make the father believe he was a pig. He was found in the pigsty, hugging a sow.

Do you know what's the most ridiculous?

This old man has been treated for twenty years, but he remains fine, while four of his doctors have gone insane."

"......"

Hearing Mountain Eagle's slightly worried tone on the phone, Mori smiled and said, "Don't worry, this old man is almost 70 years old. I can knock him down with one hand.

I help him leave the mental hospital; he should regard me as a savior!"

......

"There is no savior in the world, only conceited madmen!"

In the visiting room of a prison outside Moscow, Great White Shark Sophia peered through a wire-laced fence at a seemingly quiet and shy bald middle-aged man opposite...

"Mr. Mikhailovich, you're the kind of conceited madman. Now you have the opportunity to leave here, to do what you wish...

My boss is willing to provide you some financial assistance; we hope to see your 'Hunter Fund' operate again.

But this time you won't be fighting alone; my boss has prepared a few truly insane individuals and hunters for you!"

The shy man Mikhailovich looked up at Sophia, his big beard making him appear particularly scruffy...

Seeing the lifeless eyes of Sophia, Mikhailovich grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth...

"It seems your boss is a madman too..."