"HELP ME PLEASE!" Sanchez mocked and cursed vulgarities in Spanish. The other Hispanic who was watching the news online on the Mexican TV station busted in laughter seeing the vulnerable side of Roberta Jensen; who was one of their arch-rivals to the God's Army, who had shot their leader—The Preacher.

They turned to notice the frustrated and piqued Li Chi punching the wall...

"I should have killed that bastard when we were in Tombscradle—now that fucker Reeves Jensen has got 4 of Hajja's best men killed!"

The Hispanic ignored the nettled Chinese and went on humouring themselves; the epicurean Sanchez was on the roll, "nice soap opera we got here—boy rescues mother in coma and mother's sister is a big bitch cop who hates nephew—things are gonna get nasty from now on."

Li Chi was growing restless of waiting for Doran to recover in Mexico even though Ramirez and his boys felt at home with their overstayed R&R with their hedonistic nature of drinking and whoring all day—with no worries that they were the cause for that country which was now being bombarded by the Snake-woman's army at its border.

They have limited contacts inside Mexico—but it was their war fund of US Dollars from the Middle East that was buying them their safety and the misused comfort in that temporary haven. But if a similar reward like of Roberta Jensen's was placed on Doran's head—Li Chi felt that any Mexicans on the street will sell them out for the remuneration—without caring a fuck of some distant Chicanos kin from LA, and with a Chinaman smacked in the middle of the slack group.

The disgruntled Li Chi left the carefree room of inclement laughers and badinages. Outside in the long corridor of the rented old countryside villa, he opened a bedroom door where the debilitated Doran laid asleep on a bed.

Li Chi took of his cell phone and called an underground cell-group situated back in Los Angeles—he needed to take some actions to continue the efforts for the AOG cause...

*

The roller sliding doors of an auto-chop shop was down. Inside, an AOG Council named Commander Gomez was with his men mounting high calibre machine guns bequeathed from the Middle East to the back of pickup trucks. He received a call from Mexico...

"Li Chi here—Hi there, Gomez, are you still in LA?"

"Yeah Leach, good to hear—how is our Preacher in Mexico?"

The anguished-filled Chinese spoke...

"He is recovering well. Listen, Gomez, we got a situation, and Ramirez told me to inform you to go and check on Reeve's cell group at Lake Huntington. The bastard apparently is in the verge of deserting his mission after getting Hajja's men killed—you should know by now the penalty of deserting the Army of God?"

The Chinese triad leader grasped that his presence as the battlefield strategist in the God's Army group, on the whole, was not respected by the majority of the cantankerous Latinos—who outnumbered the Asians vastly—so he had to drop in Ramirez's name to move Gomez into taking action...

"Yeah, I heard that he abducted that fucking cop's sister," but Gomez was in an inclement deadline by his present commitments...

"But Leech, Hajja has given me a shit load of stuff to do here and my fucking hands are tied—go and bug your "Jake'country-men in Frisco, dude!"

"But you are closer to the lakes than Wu Leong; he is in San Francisco and is now focused as the substitute to assassinate Cory—but this is the top priority for now. So, Gomez, there is a big possibility that Reeves Jensen is still hiding there with that kidnapped woman—so you need to go to the Lakeshore as quick as possible before he runs off!"

"What if we find them there?"

Li Chi was glad that he got through the earlier reluctant Chicano. The Chinese gave his instruction as one of the commanders of the existing Council...

"Spare the woman's life, Gomez—but kill the rest of the deserters over there. We can then use the woman as leverage against that bastard cop Jensen. Imagine if we had this advantage while we fought Jensen in New Orleans, we would have won over there...

"Now go get Laura Jensen; she is our trump card for our next victory in LA!"

Gomez okayed and grinned as he hung up—

He has seen the news broadcasted about Jensen's sister's abduction—and he was calculating mentally of the huge reward of money offered by Roberta Jensen for the woman's recovery...

*

A moment after making his call, Li Chi was baffled to the arcane of gunshots coming from behind him; he drew out his pistol and ran ahead towards sounds of the firing machine guns. He spotted Sanchez firing out of the window...

The Mexican Federalists have found their hideout, and have surrounded it.