He suddenly woke up from his dream. He dreamed that he was being chased by special forces soldiers and escaping in the jungle. In the panic, he lost his footing and fell into the abyss amidst the screams.
Sitting on the bed, Garcia looked as wet as if he had just been fished out of the water.
After returning from Mexico last month, he knew he was in a huge whirlpool.
As a drug lord, he really doesn't want to get involved in the messy affairs of anti-terrorism and the struggle between major powers. However, as the boss of Colombia's largest drug lord group, Garcia can't help himself.
The death of Mr. D, the CIA special correspondent, and the death of Oleksey, the son of the Russian mafia leader Ivan the Great. Even his biggest partner in Mexico, Vinit, was bombed to death on the river.
D's death means that the drug trafficking network originally built by the "Eagle Project" in South America is on the verge of collapse, and he has been trapped in it involuntarily.
Morris, a very important figure for both the "Eagle Project" and the Black Sun organization, fell into his hands, and Garcia had to make a choice.
He originally wanted to join the "Eagle Project" because even Colombia's largest drug lord group still has difficulty fighting against a mysterious and powerful power organization hidden in the political and military circles of the United States.
Even Pablo, who was as brilliant as the leader of the Medellin Cartel, could not escape the pursuit of the CIA.
Garcia's original idea was very simple, joining the "Eagle Project" and drawing a clear line with the "Black Sun Organization" which was responsible for the online sales of drugs and had fallen out with the "Eagle Project", but he soon discovered that the situation was not as simple as he imagined.
Mr. D's identity finally came to light, and Garcia's hope of settling the feud with the "Eagle Project" was instantly dashed.
Through intelligence channels, Garcia learned the true identity of Mr. D.
Mr. D is just a code name. His original name is Dan George. He is a senior commissioner in the CIA's Administrative Division and a member of Project Eagle. His ostensible job is to coordinate with the Drug Enforcement Agency (DEA) and the military's special forces to combat drugs in South America.
In fact, Mr. D used the law enforcement power of the DEA department to lead the US military's special forces to eliminate drug lords who did not obey the orders of the Eagle Project organization, replaced agents, and used the funds obtained from drug trafficking to carry out global activities, including the Black Sun organization.
Related, the drug trafficking agents replaced around the world are all members of the Black Sun.
The most important thing is not that, but Dan George's parents.
Especially his father, Walton George, who was a senior member of Project Eagle and a senior member of the USA Defense Intelligence Committee. He once served in the Navy and retired as an officer at least as a general.
Old George was furious about the death of his son. This son was the son he valued and loved the most. It could be said that the reason why D was placed in such a dangerous position was to allow him to gain some qualifications for promotion.
Not only can you rise through the ranks in the intelligence agency, but you can also advance to the membership level in the "Eagle Project".
But now that his beloved son is dead, old George is desperate and vows to kill everyone responsible for his son's death.
Of course, this includes Garcia himself.
As a result, the channel for surrender to the "Eagle Project" seems to have been blocked.
Garcia had to find another way out, but Fan Tianlong of the Black Sun organization contacted Garcia at this time and promised to provide him with security on the condition that Garcia hand over Morris to him.
Although Garcia knew that the Black Sun organization was extremely powerful, because Black Sun could easily kill the Asian Ice Queen Zhang Lan, it was probably possible to deal with him as well.
As for the safety guarantee proposed by Fan Tianlong, Garcia was still hesitant.
After all, a dark underground organization cannot be compared with an old power organization like the "Eagle Project". One is like a powerful group standing at the top of the power pyramid, while the other is just a leader who cannot see the light of day in the underground city.
But soon, Garcia realized that he had no retreat.
One day when he was about to go out and get into the car, he suddenly found that the chain he had been carrying had been forgotten at home. It was a chain that had been blessed by a wizard. Garcia thought that wearing it would ensure his safety.
For so many years, Garcia has always believed that this bracelet brought him good luck in being able to reach the top position of the Colombian drug cartel.
Just when he turned around and went in to get the bracelet, a violent explosion occurred as soon as the car parked outside the yard started.
This explosion completely woke him up.
It is no longer possible to join the Flying Eagle Project, and Old George may have already begun to take action against himself.
That night, Garcia personally called Fan Tianlong, and the two talked in detail for a full hour.
Morris handed it over to Fan Tianlong, who promised that the Flying Eagle Organization would stop within three months and stop all threats to the Garcia Group and the Black Sun Organization.
This promise was the only life-saving straw that Garcia grasped.
These days, he found that the situation seemed not that simple. According to his intelligence, the special forces of the USA and MI17 had arrived in Colombia, and it seemed that the focus was on Morris.
Garcia first stayed in Ontario, and then moved to Cali. Finally, he found more and more suspicious signs around him, as if he was being followed.
He had no choice but to ask for help from his alliance, the FACR guerrillas. On the advice of the FACR guerrillas, he chose to move into the virgin forest.
Three months.
Garcia decided that he would stay in the virgin forest for three months until he handed over to Fan Tianlong and let the Black Sun Organization and the Flying Eagle Project fight. At least he could save his life.
Anyway, they are gods fighting, and I can only watch from the sidelines.
Years of experience in the arena told Garcia that he was not able or qualified to get involved in these matters.
But what made him even more frightened was that this time the Colombian intelligence department seemed to have received some news. The anti-narcotics and anti-terrorism departments that had always been unable to do anything to him in the past had taken action. There were police patrols everywhere in Cali City, and people in the virgin forest were
All intersections are blocked.
Morris was imprisoned in the FACR guerrilla camp, but he could not be handed over.
Originally, it was agreed that the people from the Black Sun Organization would wait on the high seas, and when people were sent to the high seas, someone would naturally come to pick them up.
The current situation is that Garcia is unable to move at all and is being stared at by police and military soldiers from all walks of life.
Especially today, some of the spies sent by the FACR guerrillas actually disappeared, and there has been no news yet. This made both the FACR guerrillas and Garcia feel uneasy.
Picking up a towel by the table, Garcia wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He irritably took off his T-shirt, picked up a fan and fanned himself desperately.
The conditions here are not as good as those in the city. You can only rely on generators to use electricity, and it is forbidden to use power sources and lights at night. The mosquitoes here are as dense as bombers during World War II, constantly buzzing in your ears. Look out.
The opportunity will land on the skin and a tube of blood will be sucked out, which is really devastating.
Unable to fall asleep anymore, he walked silently to a simple wooden table in the room, picked up the cup and poured himself a cup of cold coffee.
Now, this is the only thing that can calm my mind.
"Boss!"
Just as he picked up the cup and brought it to his lips, the tent door was opened by his subordinates.
"problem occurs!"
"What's going on!?" Garcia's hand shook and the coffee spilled.
"There's a call from FACR. They have received information from the informant that MI17 and mercenary troops will attack their camp soon!" The subordinate stood in the darkness, his voice trembling.
"So... have they said whether we will..."
"We don't know yet, but Colonel Barnier is already on the line. He wants you to listen to the call right now." The subordinate said as he handed over a satellite phone.
"Okay..." Garcia felt cold all over, picked up the T-shirt, put it on haphazardly, and took the satellite phone.
…
Under a big tree five hundred meters outside the camp.
Qin Fei has made final preparations.
Every time a sniper kills, the sniper's cerebral cortex is always in a state of excitement.
This kind of excitement is not just because of the challenge of the mission or the sense of accomplishment you get after successfully sniping and killing the target, but because you have a feeling like a god - your trigger can determine a person's life or death, you can be like a god
It also determines the end of a person's life.
No one doesn’t like to be a god.
But at the same time, you will face a moral condemnation as a human being. You killed a similar person like you, but as a soldier, your complete obedience to the mission forced you to do that. That kind of gap between the moral bottom line and the kindness of human nature
The feeling of passing through it is akin to taking drugs, which is why blood and killing are as addictive as poison.
Sure enough, less than three minutes later, the lights came on in the camp.
"I'm coming……"
Qin Fei began to search for Garcia in the scope. He had seen the opponent's photo and even Hua Hui could recognize him.
Suddenly, the curtain of one of the tents was opened, and a guy with a black Mediterranean hairstyle, a little fat, and wearing a blue T-shirt hurriedly walked out surrounded by several soldiers.
Garcia!
The target appears!
Qin Fei immediately fine-tuned the muzzle of the gun, and the sight in the scope caught Garcia.
However, due to the crowd of several soldiers, Qin Fei was still unable to trap Garcia at a distance of more than 500 meters, because Garcia was blocked by the soldiers!
Oh shit!
However, as long as he comes out, he will always show his flaws, and the opportunity will always appear!
Qin Fei suppressed his pounding heart and controlled the crosshair to always be in the center of the pile of soldiers. As long as Garcia showed his head slightly, he would not hesitate to pull the trigger to complete the mission.
Unexpected situations always appear unexpectedly.
Suddenly there was the rumble of propeller airflow and the faint sound of helicopter motors in the sky.
Qin Fei was surprised!
Whose helicopter is it!?
It can't be a helicopter from the Colombian anti-terrorism force. He hasn't sent a signal yet and hasn't confirmed that the mission has been completed. How could they come!?
A huge black shadow passed over Qin Fei's head, and a helicopter flew low over Qin Fei's sniper position. The air flow made the treetops rustle. (To be continued)