"Major Carrillo?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm your father!"
The poor major, who had been drunk during the day, didn't react at the moment when he saw a fist as big as a sandbag reaching his face.
Then, with a crash, Carrillo, the former Colombian police major holding the wine glass, flew out together with the unlucky chair in the bar.
"Hey, what do you want to do?"
The bar, which had few people in it, immediately fell silent, and then the bar owner with a gray beard pulled out an old double-barreled shotgun from under the table and stared at Plomri eagerly.
"What are you doing? You're just pulling a dick. Old man, lower your dick. You don't want this store to have its license revoked, do you?"
Plumli looked at his boss, who was about the same age as him, and then took out a Colombian police ID card he received from the Ministry of Interior.
When the latter saw the mark above, he immediately hesitated.
The bar owner and the unlucky police officer who was beaten were old acquaintances. The latter was assigned to this small town after confronting drug dealers and exposing the criminal police. He spent all day getting drunk in the bar. Therefore, the bar owner thought that Prolo Muli and the others were rogue policemen looking for trouble, so even though he hesitated for a few seconds, the boss firmly continued to raise his gun.
"Don't make me repeat it again!"
"Then don't ask me to repeat it!"
Plumli sighed helplessly, and then kicked the unlucky guy on the ground again.
"Hey, do you still want to cause trouble with drug dealers? Damn it, your minister said you were a promising talent so I came to find you. Why are you such a drunkard?"
"Wait, what did you just say?"
"What are you talking about? Do you want to tell you that I was sent to find this guy to do business?"
"Ah, that's really embarrassing!"
The bar owner immediately put down the gun and motioned to another drinker to go to the toilet to get a basin of cold water.
"Damn bastard!"
A basin of cold water was poured over his head, and Major Carrillo, who was still drunk just now, immediately jumped up from the ground.
Then, he was greeted by another old punch.
"Impolite bastard, I came here in a helicopter to find you. Use honorifics when treating the elderly!"
This punch completely woke up the opponent, and then the major held his nose and took a few steps back. He immediately wanted to fight back, but he saw a whistle from Plomri.
Then, the door of the bar was knocked open again, and several tall and round Shadow Company PCs wearing tropical rainforest combat uniforms rushed into the room, and then relied on their size and numerical advantage to attack the unlucky guy who didn't know what was going on at the moment. Fists and kicks.
Faced with the absolute strength and numbers, the latter immediately and obediently gave in, and then asked what he should have asked a long time ago.
"Who are you?"
"Devil, Major, this is your transfer order. Now, you are under my control!"
"What, bullshit orders, I'm not leaving here!"
"Well, I'll go tell your minister and ask him to find someone else to cause trouble for those drug dealers!"
"Wait, wait, you are Americans?"
"Yes!"
"Damn, okay, I'm sorry, I accept the order!"
Carrillo was immediately overjoyed and almost jumped up. The formation of a new force was his proposal to the Minister of the Interior that year, because the existing force was not reliable at all. If he wanted to effectively combat drug traffickers, he must establish a clean force. The forbidden team.
It's a pity that his suggestion was just a suggestion. The minister didn't adopt it at first, and even later sent him to the township police station, where he worked with farmers and livestock all day long. He knew that the minister was trying to protect himself. He had offended too many people in Bogotá. There are many people who want to kill themselves, so he has no complaints.
But now it seems that years of perseverance have finally paid off. Although it is not clear what role the Americans will play here, for Carrillo, Americans are even more reliable than his fellow police officers. This is inevitably a kind of sarcasm
prick.
In short, after receiving the order, Carrillo immediately rushed home, told his wife the good news, and then followed Plomri onto the helicopter without even going to the police station.
After arriving at Lan Park Air Force Base, Plomri took the lead in throwing a list to the latter. On it were the same people as Carrillo. Most of them had also been transferred or even retired. Some of them were in the same position as Carrillo. Some of the rural police stations are in the logistics department, and some go home to work in the fields. Therefore, calling these people back is Carrillo's first task.
"But why me?"
"If you don't want to, that's fine, but I have to consider changing the team captain!"
Plomri threatened directly.
The latter obviously cared about his precious position as captain, so he immediately drove an old pickup truck and started frantically recruiting people for his team.
In less than a month, Carrillo collected nearly 70% of the people on the list. The remaining ones either died for some reason, or were disheartened by the country and were unwilling to contribute their own efforts. Carrillo did not force these people. After all, if he had chosen the same position, he would have made the same choice.
In addition, he also found a way to recruit more than a hundred poor farmers' children who were innocent and had a blood feud with drug dealers.
In this way, this task force with only two hundred people was formed. Even because of the need to keep it secret, the task force was designated as the logistics team of Lan Park Air Force Base.
And they don't have any glorious team-building ceremony, let alone any high-flying flag of honor.
Shepard was not sure what the final outcome of this team would be, so he did not consider those things. From the moment they entered the team, all personnel were told that they would be completely closed for three months.
And this is just an appetizer, because the real meal will be on the first day after the team completes its reorganization.
"You lazy fools, shits, maggots, **** scum, get up right now!"
While the Colombian army on the other side of the air base was still resting, the door to the task force's barracks was kicked open early. Then, the PC instructor wearing a bonny hat and holding a rubber baton blew a whistle and began to tell everyone Attend class. .z.
The instructors Shepard selected were all from the Marine Corps, and among other things, they had a knack for torturing the ears of new recruits.
All kinds of dirty words spewed out from their mouths like a barrage.
"You damn bitch, what were you doing just now? Do a hundred push-ups, start now!"
The first person to bear the brunt is naturally Carrillo, the captain.
