Owen followed the security director into the villa, but was stopped after just a few steps.
In front of it was a set of security inspection equipment, with two big men in suits standing next to it, holding metal detectors in their hands.
"Sorry, Mr. Salim, this is the rule. If you are carrying a weapon, please hand it over first and let us keep it temporarily..."
Owen stretched out his hand, indicating that the other party could check. Two big men took the scanner and scanned him carefully from top to bottom. If there was nothing abnormal, the security director took Owen into the villa officially.
The two walked in silence. Owen followed the security director and looked at the surrounding pattern. It was basically consistent with the information provided by Sha Baitian. It seemed that Alex was not lying.
Little did he know that shortly after he entered, two Brancato's men appeared at the door and carefully checked his car with explosive detectors.
There is no way, the reputation of Middle Eastern people is really bad, and they often carry out suicide attacks. Everyone must be on guard against such ruthless people.
The security director led Owen to a room, knocked on the door, opened the door and let Owen in. After Owen entered, he followed him into the room.
"I am Brancato Montel, welcome to you, Mr. Salim."
In the room, an old man with some gray hair but eyes like a falcon came up to him and said. This is the first time Owen has met Brancato Montel, and it is basically consistent with the information.
In addition to him, there was a middle-aged white man in the room. It seemed that he was receiving guests.
"It's very presumptuous. It seems that I came at the wrong time. I should inform you first, but I don't believe in the phone, especially the Colombian telecom operators. Their poor so-called firewall is like a bitch. I should have informed you first."
He was stripped naked by the Americans, not even a pair of underwear was left..."
Owen tried his best to imitate Salim's tone. In his impression, the guy's speech was a bit unruly.
Brancato laughed cooperatively. It can be seen from his appearance that this old man is not an easy character to get along with. He was also an unruly master when he was young.
"So, why did you come to me this time? With all due respect, I don't think I have anything worthy of the leader of the Red Front..."
Brancato said in a calm tone. In fact, he was also expressing his attitude to the white mask.
He wanted to seek justice for his son, so he found the White Mask and planned to cause some trouble in the United States, but he didn't understand why the Red Front came to him.
The reason why Brancato found the White Mask was because he was recommended by a friend in the underground world. According to his friend, although the White Mask organization does not make a clear statement, it is actually very famous in certain circles.
The White Mask has planned many terrorist attacks all over the world. The most recent one was to help Cruel Angel plan the entire plan to attack the CTU.
Yes, this plan was planned with the help of White Mask, but it was the people of Cruel Angel who implemented it.
The effect was also very good. Cruel Angel became an instant hit in the circle, and its influence was close to that of several established radical organizations. Not only was it immediately put on the blacklist of various governments, it also became a rising star in the circle.
Although Brancato was not afraid of anyone in Colombia, he did not want to offend White Mask for no reason because of some misunderstanding.
Of course, he didn't want to offend the Red Front. People from these organizations were usually very suspicious. If they knew that he had been in contact with two organizations, they might think more about it, so he chose to put the two waves of people together and get straight to the point.
said.
"Yes, I heard that something happened in your family recently."
Owen pretends to be sophisticated.
Brancato's face began to look bad.
"Mr. Salim, do you plan to ask me to hand you over to the U.S. government in exchange for my son?"
Brancato didn't believe that Salim didn't know about his situation. If the other party dared to come to his door, he must have learned about his situation.
"No, no, no, the Americans captured your son and are your enemies. The United States is also my enemy. We have no conflict of interest. As for using me in exchange for your son, I believe you will not do such a thing.
, I believe you also know the style of the Red Front..."
The first part of Irving's words was normal, but the second part was already threatening, but Brancato didn't care.
He doesn't know how many times he has said this kind of thing in his life, and he doesn't know how many times he has heard it. To him, this is a normal way of communication. He is a drug lord, so why does he speak so politely?
The two looked at each other for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter.
After Owen paused for a while, he pretended to say, "Actually, I came here this time because I have something to ask the Montel family for help..."
"Oh, I don't know if there is anything I can do for you..."
After hearing Irving's intention, Brancato also became somewhat interested.
Irving paused, and seeing that Brancato had no intention of telling his security director and the middle-aged white man to move away, he continued: "I received news that you arrested an FBI agent in Los Angeles. I think you can
Give him to me, and in exchange, the Red Front will help you in some aspects, and at the same time, you will gain the friendship of the Red Front..."
Owen opened his mouth and started talking nonsense. In fact, he didn't have any leverage. He just used it according to the conditions Cruel Angel offered Salim with a slight modification.
Brancato had already scolded those mercenaries in his heart. They were indeed mercenaries and dishonest.
I just got 2 million US dollars of hidden flowers from him, so I immediately took out the news and sold it again. Otherwise, this is the explanation. Just as the front-foot people sent it, the people from the back-foot red front came over, and they found it so accurately.
He ran directly to his hometown in Cali.
But Brancato still shook his head, "Sorry, I can't give you that female FBI. To be honest, I have to rely on her in exchange for my son..."
Brancato refused very simply, leaving no room for negotiation. Although he was worried about these radical organizations, he was not afraid. The worst thing to do was to go out less in the future. With the power of the Montel family, as long as he is in Cali, the President of the United States will come.
There's nothing you can do to him.
"Oh, the U.S. government actually agreed to exchange hostages with you?"
"No, it's not the US government. I can't reveal the specific details. Please forgive me."
Irving didn't have much hope. He just gave it a try in case he could be deceived. When Brancato refused directly, he immediately proposed a second plan.
"So, can you let me see her? I have something important to ask her. It's very important..."
After Irving finished speaking, he looked into Brancato's eyes. This is also a kind of psychology.
For ordinary people, if you make a relatively excessive request and the other party rejects it, and then you make another request that is easier than the previous one, then usually people will not reject it again out of compensation psychology.
Owen's bet is that Brancato is also an ordinary person.
Sure enough, Brancato hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly, "Of course."
Owen was secretly happy, but he still pretended to be nonchalant, nodded, and expressed his gratitude.
"Latum, ask someone to send the FBI over."
Brancato gave an order, and the man named Latum pressed the headset and said something.
Soon, the door was knocked, and two tall and thick guards escorted a woman into the room, and that woman was Monica.
Owen suppressed the excitement in his heart and looked at Monica as if nothing had happened.
Monica didn't look like she had been tortured. Perhaps his previous words had an effect. Brancato did not dare to make it too difficult for Monica, lest his own son suffer.
It’s just that, alas~~~~~, thinking of Alex’s current state, it seems that he has been dealt with a bit miserably...