"What are you calling? What happened?" Perez looked at his subordinates. After seeing the guy's eyes, he realized that something must have happened.

"Yes... it's Mina, he said... he said they were bombarded violently. The losses were heavy... In addition, the people who supported them were not at all. They could not be contacted." The guy said as he handed the handpiece to Perez.

"This is impossible!" Perez shouted and grabbed the table and said, "Mina, are you crazy? The person who should be bombarded is not you, but those Americans!"

"I..." Mina just spoke, and an explosion came out. After a while, an explosion came from outside the car window. Perez took the hand table away from his ear because of the harsh explosion, and looked up in the city. Although he was cursing Mina, he knew in his heart that everything was true. It was not the Americans who were being bombarded, but Mina, that is, his cannon killed his own people!

"Mina! Mina! Talk! Talking Mina, damn it, please reply!" Perez yelled with the handpiece twice and threw it out after receiving no response. After a moment of silence, he turned to look at his subordinates and said, "Help me contact those who send mortars! Please help me contact them!"

"I've contacted..." Perez's men looked at him and said, "I can't contact them at all. They... something must have happened to them."

"Bastard! These bitches are raised." Perez cursed and lowered his head and thought, "What happened to them? What happened?"

"They must have been attacked. And unexpectedly, they were all solved without even calling the police without even having time to call the police." Perez's subordinate whispered.

Perez glanced at the man and said, "What did the American do?"

"This...I think it's possible. After all, only the Americans are fighting us now." The man replied.

Perez thought for a while and said, "How did they take away the mortar from our people? They were chased by us before. We were the attacking party, so quickly they took the initiative to attack? And they went directly into the city and killed our people in an instant, so that they could succeed without even the chance to ask for help? Is this possible?"

"Then what you mean..." Perez's subordinate looked at him and said tentatively: "Is someone attacking us?"

Instead of drawing a conclusion immediately, Perez took a deep breath and turned his head to look out the window and said, "How far is it from the Mexicans?"

"It will be there in ten minutes." The driving man said.

"Okay!" Perez replied, "Contact Barreta to me, I want to talk to him."

At this moment, Baretta had already arrived on Crystal Avenue without any haste, and while walking, the guy asked his subordinates to shoot a few times, which meant that it was like people chasing him from afar. In fact, in the sight of their people, there was nothing but themselves, let alone Americans.

He didn't want to fight at all, especially when he was even less willing to fight opponents like the Americans. Compared to the young Perez, he knew better at the age of the Americans. If it were seven or eight years ago, he wouldn't have been like this. After all, he was not only young, but also had strength and even had some ideals. Now, the guerrillas are no longer the same as before. For so many years, they still occupy the poor and unwilling places, and can only bully ordinary people. As for active combat, or political appeals, they have long become dreams, or even unreliable dreams. This made this guy feel lost, then disappointed and even despair. So he decided to quit and go home early while his hands and feet are in good condition.

As soon as he was there, Barreta naturally heard the sound of the shelling. Although he had not seen what happened, he had guessed that the shelling was most unlucky because of his own people and even he had guessed that it was mostly because he had been chasing the Americans who should have been bitten by him. So when the phone was ringing with him, he didn't seem panic after hearing Perez's voice after answering it, but he seemed very panic in his tone, but this panic was like he was fighting.

"I need support!" Before Perez spoke, Baretta had already shouted, and at the same time signaled to his subordinates, which meant that they would make the movement bigger.

"The Americans' resistance is very tenacious, we can't beat it!" Barletta whispered.

Hearing Barletta's voice and gunfire from the phone, Perez felt a little confused. He spoke, "Where are you now?"

"I'm on Crystal Avenue! The blockade I encountered on Crystal Avenue. Can you hear what I said? Hello?! Hello!" said Barletta.

"What happened to the shelling just now? Did you see the shelling?" Perez asked.

"I didn't see the shelling, but I heard it. It should be not far from here. The direction should come from Mina and the others." After saying that, Baretta turned toward the others and said, "Be careful! See if there are any other roads to go. Go and see the surroundings."

Perez listened to the movements from Barletta and said skeptically: "Are you the ones who exchanged fire with you now?"

"It's them!" Baretta said with certainty: "It's them. They should have had about twenty people before, but now there are about ten people, so they shouldn't be wrong."

"Okay!" Perez seemed helpless. At this moment, he could only believe in Barletta, because they were the only people in the city who could contact him. He continued, "Listen, your mission has changed now. I want you to take the people to Mina immediately. Find them and contact me. Have you heard what I said?"

"Heard." Barletta said, "But I don't understand what you mean. Are you asking me to retreat from the battle that appeared and go to Mina and the others?"

"Yes! That's what it means!" Perez confirmed: "I want you to find them for me as soon as possible! Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Baretta responded, "I'll take people to act right away!" After Perez hung up the phone, Baretta put away the phone and signaled to his subordinates, "Okay. Let's fight and retreat."

"Watch and retreat?" a young man not far from him asked in confusion.

"When fighting, retreating," Baretta smiled and said, "Get back while shooting, leaving Crystal Avenue."
Chapter completed!