The city of Bucaramanga, less than fifty kilometers from the Pamplona controlled by farc, is considered to be the front line between the government forces and the farc. Every day, there are stray bullets falling into the suburbs of Bucaramanga. It is not difficult to feel the grim situation in this area from the nervous expression on the face of the local people.
Just a day ago, the US Marine Corps landing from the West Coast arrived in Bucaramanga.
In less than a day, a simple military base has already begun to take shape.
Large and small barracks are neatly located within the wire fence, patrolling the base with a jungle camouflage soldier rifle. The lav-25 wheeled armored vehicle was neatly parked in the military base's garage. The black hole's cannon was lifted upwards, and the digital armored reaction armor was hung on the wedge armor. Not far from the apron parked, it is an ah-1 Cobra armed helicopter, the rocket hive is covered with a large air-to-ground rocket.
However, from the point of view of these equipments, the combat effectiveness of this unit is not comparable to those of the guerrillas of farc.
In the afternoon, a Hercules transport plane landed at the airport of the Bucaramanga military base. It was also a group of fully armed Marine Corps soldiers who ran out of the cabin and gathered in the open space next to the runway to accept Military officers' review and training.
Standing next to the runway, Agent Davis looked at the watch.
Not waiting for a long time, a sturdy military soldier and an old man in a suit came to him.
Clearing his throat, Davis extended his right hand and was just preparing to introduce himself.
However, the soldier not only did not intend to shake hands with him, but even directly interrupted his speech and opened the door.
"Is the missing helicopter found?"
“Found, though it’s wreck...” Davis’s expression was a bit regrettable. “In the border area between Colombia and Ecuador, we found the crashed helicopter. From the data on the black box”
"I don't care what black box," staring at Davis with an eagle, Jonathan said, "I just want to know, my people are there now!"
"The plane can collect their blood... If they don't have an accident, they may have been killed." Davis looked straight into Jonathan's eyes. Davis coughed and coughed. He said with a low tone. "I am sorry." ""
Staring at Davis for a long time, Jonathan pulled his mouth down, and the general's green bag was on his shoulders, heading back to the headquarters of the military base.
Looking at Jonathan's direction dumbly, Davis opened his mouth, but did not say anything, and finally had to shrug his shoulders and express his helplessness.
"The soldiers who lost the last mission were all elites of the five teams, and they were brought out by Colonel Jonathan." He walked to Davis’s side, the old man who had not spoken before, sighed softly. "He has been I have a prejudice against the people of cia, but there is absolutely no malice. I hope you forgive me."
"I understand his mood," Davis said. "I just don't understand. According to the final communication of the seals, they have successfully suppressed the target, why..."
"I am also confused." Looking at the back of Jonathan's departure, the old man raised his eyes slightly, as if he was trapped in some kind of thinking. "The little girl standing in the center of the explosion can manipulate the power of liquid metal... This is completely beyond Our understanding of the word 'power'."
The supernatural phenomenon of power has always been one of the research priorities of the US Department of Defense. Especially after being confirmed on the black ship, the budget that the US Department of Defense has devoted to this project is one year larger than one year.
However, even with the ability, it is impossible to solve the seal of a combat class in an instant. !
“Is it magic?” Davis threw out a not funny question in a joking tone.
"I prefer to believe that it is the black technology of the star trade." The old man shrugged. "To be honest, no matter what new things they come up with, I am not surprised."
Sucking his nose, the old man took his eyes back from Jonathan's back and looked at Davis. Then he said, "The death of Agent Bradock is no longer important, even those who are dead and unclear... ...the situation we are facing is probably more serious than the confrontation in the Western Pacific last year."
"What do I need to do." Davis said awkwardly.
"This operation will involve four seals in the combat class, and Jonathan will personally lead the team. You have been working in South America for so many years and should be familiar with the situation here. I hope that you and your assistants will serve as intelligence support and action planning. Said the old man.
"Daggers action?" Davis's eyes flashed a touch of fineness. "Himemens is hiding in the mountains. No one knows where he is hiding."
"It’s not Jimenez, it’s the embassy of the new country.” Looking at the apron, the Cobra armed helicopter that was taking off, the old man’s mouth evoked a sinister smile. “To be precise, it’s the ghosts who are ready to save people. ""
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Bogota City, the new country embassy.
The heavily armed Colombian soldiers surrounded the embassy and even pulled up a yellow strip that served as a cordon outside the embassy, opening a small opening at the main entrance. Two police assault vehicles are parked at the main entrance, controlled by the police of Bogotá City. Everyone who enters and exits the embassy will be questioned.
Full compliance with the Japan-Washington Convention, Colombian people did not step into the embassy of the new country, but martial law in the streets near the embassy. Obviously, even in this chaotic moment, they are not planning to make it too stiff with the new country.
But then again, if the Colombian soldiers really stepped into the embassy, now they will not be ghost agents, and they must be the orbital airborne brigade of the Star Ring trade.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room of the embassy, Zhang Yaping with a bandage on his forehead looked quite wolf. Obviously, the car that crashed into the supermarket made him hurt, but fortunately, there was nothing wrong with it, at least he could get out of bed.
These days, his phone is almost bursting.
As the police of Bogotá asked the new country delegation to cooperate with the investigation and even adopted measures to restrict exit, he was placed under house arrest in the embassy and had to cancel the rest of the trip to South America. Even dealing with domestic affairs can only be done by satellite phone.
No one can enter or leave the embassy.
It is precisely because of this that when he sees Zhu Yu and others, his expression will be so strange.
"How come you?"
"Mr. Jiang asked me to pick you up." The rifle was hung on the k2 exoskeleton. Zhu Yu sat on the sofa opposite Zhang Yaping and gestured to the teammate behind him, instructing her to pull the curtains up.
“What is the plan?” Zhang Yaping asked.
"After an hour, the guerrillas of Farc will launch an attack on the eastern suburbs of Bogota, attracting the attention of the police and the garrison in Bogota. We will cover you from the embassy. There will be a helicopter in the western suburbs of Bogota, where we will board the plane. ”
"We can't get away," Zhang Yaping shook his head and glanced at the curtains that had been closed. "You saw it when you came in. It's all outside, I guess there is at least one battalion."
"There is no camp, just the guard of the presidential palace, Lilith said she will solve it."
Hearing the strange name, Zhang Yaping squatted.
"Who is Lilith?"
"It was the one who saved your life last time."
Zhang Yaping’s face suddenly became green.
Holding the grass? You call that save people? !
"Can I choose not to leave?" Zhang Yaping smiled bitterly.
It’s good to stay here, at least not life-threatening.
"You can call Mr. Jiang," Zhu Yu shrugged. "But I guess his answer is mostly not good."