As the capital of Colombia, Bogotá is not only the largest city in Colombia, but also the largest and most modern city in Latin America and one of the fastest-growing cities in South America.
The climate here is pleasant, warm and humid, and spring-like all year round. Coupled with many scenic spots and scenery, it is very suitable for living.
Of course, the premise is that the security situation here is good!
As the capital of a country, the security situation in Bogotá can well reflect the current situation of the Colombian government. But now, what Shepard sees is the unbearable chaos behind the glamor.
After he arrived at Bogota's Eldora International Airport with a security team on a special plane and followed a diplomatic team, he saw a car robbery outside the airport gate, an unlucky man who spoke fluent Italian. As soon as I left the gate, my bag was snatched away by a speeding motorcycle.
At this moment, this middle-aged social worker who looks to be in his forties is dancing and saying something to the two Colombian policemen leaning on the side of the car, and the latter seems to have long been a common sight.
While the Italian was dancing up and down with his hands in a pointed shape, the latter had already written a form and handed it to the latter.
"Is this place always like this?"
"Almost, at least ten years ago, that's how it was when I left home!"
A tall and thin PC next to Shepard said without raising his head while struggling to throw his luggage into the trunk.
This pc is a Colombian that Shepard found from the company. Because his family was poor, he got rich early, and then relied on the Vietnam War to complete the ancient transformation. Now the king is back, but for his hometown He was still very familiar with everything.
"Then those robbers, are they drug dealers?"
"Drug dealer?"
PC smiled, then shook his head and said with disdain.
"They deserve it. Those guys are just a bunch of idle thieves at best. They are not qualified to be drug dealers. And to put it bluntly, it is impossible to make a living by robbing foreigners' finances. Those drug dealers have more lucrative jobs than this! "
"However, drug dealers really like to recruit these guys. They are the worker ants under the smuggler's head. They will divide the opened drugs into small portions and then sell them on the streets!"
"Just buy it on the street openly?"
Shepard was still quite curious about these details and immediately continued to ask.
"Yes, don't you know? Half of the government officials here have relationships with drug dealers. The relationship here is not bribery, but directly entangled. And in the remaining half, most people are holding Benefits, this country is hopeless!"
After chatting with Shepard for a long time, the PC immediately sighed helplessly.
"Don't be sad, at least we're here, right?"
Shepard patted the other party's shoulder and comforted him. The latter then said to Shepard quite solemnly.
"Yes, so, I'm very grateful to you, boss, at least you stood up!"
"Then work hard and don't let our hard work go in vain. This country is still very beautiful after getting rid of its stubborn diseases. Look at that mountain! It's full of vitality and everything is competing for it, isn't it!"
Shepard pointed to Mount Monserret in the distance. Bogotá is located at the foot of the mountain and extends along the foot of the mountain, basically semi-encircling the entire mountain.
"You are right. If there is anything you need me to do, please give me the order!"
Shepard values this Colombian PC not because of how good he is, but because as an outsider, he must master relevant local information. It's not that Shepard can't trust Colombian officials. Well, he really can't, because so far, The Ministry of Foreign Affairs also did not give him a list of trustworthy local personnel, and the local police who came to greet them and were responsible for security tasks also had problems with their eyes.
Shepard could even imagine that information about their movements might have been passed on to local drug dealers.
After loading the luggage, everyone immediately got on the bus, and then
, the police car at the front cleared the way, led the convoy into the main road, and then drove towards the US Embassy.
On the way, the convoy split into two parts. Shepard, the personnel of Shadow Company, and the personnel of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs continued to move towards the embassy, but the Drug Enforcement Administration agents in the following cars would go and talk to the local police. Their whereabouts need to be kept secret and they cannot act openly. Therefore, the Drug Enforcement Administration's stronghold cannot be placed in the embassy.
Shepard did not pay attention to the actions of the Drug Enforcement Administration agents. There were not many of them, only a dozen people in total. They had to be careful when spying on local drug dealers, because here, their American identities would not be of any help, so , whenever the Drug Enforcement Administration wants to do something big, it must ask the local military and police to cooperate. Before that, they have to report to the ambassador, who will only call the Colombian side after approval.
Therefore, if something happens to the Drug Enforcement Administration, he only needs to stay at the embassy to find out!
Shepard's attention was all on the scenery on the street. I have to say that the Latin American style is great. No wonder so many beauty queens are from Latin America. It's a pity that such a good place is missing!
After arriving at the embassy, Shepard immediately went to see Ambassador Wilson. He was a tall and thin man, even close to Shepard in height, over 1.8 meters tall. He was close to fifty years old. He was about sixty years old, and although he seemed a little frail, the sparkle in his eyes showed that this ambassador seemed to have a lot of energy that was completely different from his appearance.
"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs is looking for you? Are those guys thinking shit?"
The ambassador is not optimistic about the PC. To be precise, he is not optimistic about the plan proposed by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. It is to establish an operational force with hundreds of people, and it must have nothing to do with drug traffickers. This kind of thing is not possible in Colombia. It seems to be a difficult task.
"It shouldn't be difficult to find hundreds of people. There will always be some young adults whose families have been ruined by drug dealers and so on!"
"Really, what about the other things, the officers, and if we can ensure the existence of such a force, then their superiors can ensure that there will be no problems?"
"According to you, this matter is completely thankless?"
"That's right, at least for now!"
The ambassador spoke bluntly and then said.
"But if a new president comes to power after the election, it seems that the situation may improve. At least I haven't heard any news about that president colluding with drug traffickers!"
