After simple treatment, Carlos Red woke up. When he opened his eyes and saw the government soldiers surrounding him, he wished he could close his eyes again.
"Are you awake? Just wake up. The helicopter is ready, and the hospital bed has been contacted for you. You can rest assured and recover. Once you recover, the federal court can arrange a prison for you!"
"Will not!"
Carlos said reluctantly.
"You can't possibly judge me, Pablo Escobar will never give up on me!"
"Really, that's such a shame!"
Hannibal shook his head, then pointed into the distance.
"But the three of them ran away immediately, leaving you here alone!"
Carlos's already pale face was even closer to livid at this moment. He struggled to sit up, but was pinned down on the stretcher by the medical soldiers.
"I can give you money!"
"Really, what about the money?"...
"Thirty million dollars are all innocent dollars. You can get it if you let me go!"
"We won't let him go until we get the money!"
"That's impossible!"
"Then there's no need to talk!"
Hannibal spread his hands and was about to leave, but Carlos shouted again.
"Wait, we can talk!"
"What are you talking about, Mr. Carlos Redd, oh no, respected head of the empire, if you have a trump card, then of course we can talk about it, but now you are just a useless person lying on a stretcher, what can you talk about, how much do you have Give us all the money and let us let you go? What about the money?"
"As long as you let me go, I will definitely see you! Fifty million! No, eighty million!"
"Thank you, but if we hand you over to the top, they will give us eight million. I want those eight million more than your intangible eighty million!"
Carlos looked very pitiful as he lost his mother, but Hannibal showed no mercy at all. He had seen the opponent's foundation, the mountains of drugs, and the drug transport planes that were thrown away as garbage. Those planes even piled up into an island in the sea.
Therefore, no matter how Carlos ends up, he deserves it!
"I can tell you where the money is, but how can you guarantee that you will let me go after receiving the money?"
"You have no choice!"
"I can take you there!"
"Not interested in!"
Hannibal shook his head, looking as if he couldn't get enough of it.
Seeing that there was no hope of persuading Hannibal, Carlos immediately changed the target of persuasion to the PC around him, but the latter also sneered. If you can get it, it is money, and if you can't get it, it is waste paper. What's more, a PCs can still tell the difference between a full meal and a full meal!
"Okay, the helicopter is coming soon. Are you ready to see the doctor?"
Looking at the approaching helicopter in the distance, Carlos knew that he had to make a choice. He was taken to Bogota. There was only one fate for him, and that was to be handed over to the Americans through an extradition agreement. Naturally, the Americans would not make it easy for him. , at least fifty years to start, and there is no chance of bail at all.
"Okay, I can tell you a place, but you have to find a way to send me away!"
"Then I don't want to! Who knows if there will be an ambush or a trap there? What if something happens to my people?"
"That place is my safe house. Not many people know about it. There won't be any traps!"
"Then I don't believe it even more. We are mercenaries and we work on contract. If we let you go, we won't be able to survive in the future!"
"That money is enough for you to spend ten lifetimes, and you don't need to do this kind of work anymore!"
"Then I'll think about it again!"
Looking at Hannibal who was interested, Carlos didn't care about anything else and started to encourage him vigorously.
"That's a huge sum of money, which you will never make in your life. If you follow ***, you can make even more!"
"you promise?"
"I promise!"
"Where is that place?"
"Helicopter!"
Carlos reminded.
"It's okay, that's our helicopter!"
"Okay, I'll tell you!"
Carlos then spit out an address. It was a secret residence in the Bahamas, which he used exclusively for putting money. He had never lived there at all.
"My people will take you to the helicopter and I'll confirm it. If you lie to us! Just prepare to be a trapeze artist!"
Afterwards, Carlos was loaded onto the plane by more than a dozen PCs. Following him, there were several other helicopters taking off, each of which was filled with Medellin prisoners. These people would be officially handed over at the airport. To the prosecutor to prove that the government is really doing something practical in anti-drugs.
Hannibal turned around and contacted Shepard, who immediately contacted Hudson, who also had someone in the Bahamas. Soon the other party received news that they found several people in the mezzanine of the room. The value of the banknotes on the wall is difficult to estimate, but it will certainly not be less than ten million!
"This guy is really willing to give up!"
"After all, this kind of moment is like your stomach is about to vent but there is no toilet paper. In an emergency, people will desperately grab any life-saving straw they can! Even if it is a stone!
"What a metaphor!"
Hannibal no longer wanted to complain. There was still a firefight here in the manor, and the PCs had not yet completely evacuated, so he had a lot of work, and the next task was handed over to Shepard.
Carlos on the plane was still waiting for news. They were still more than 100 kilometers away from Bogotá. If the plane landed, it would really be hopeless!
It's not that he didn't want to bribe those PCs, but each one became more realistic than the other. It wasn't until the co-pilot called someone to pick up the radio that Carlos breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, he saw a PC walking out of the cockpit with a smile.
"The money was found, you're lucky, Mr. Carlos!"
"Then how are you going to let me go?"
"You'll find out later!"
The next second, Carlos was pinned to the ground by several pairs of big hands. Then, the medical soldier accompanying him unceremoniously picked up the syringe and injected him with a sedative.
Hannibal never thought about letting him go. Anyway, it was normal for mercenaries to betray their promises. Even the money was not something they wanted to keep for themselves. After all, it would not be good if Carlos revealed this during the trial, so , it is better to involve your good brothers from the CIA. Although you will get much less money, you will still have someone to help you if something goes wrong.
And Shepard's comment on this matter is that it is all because of the bad atmosphere in Latin America that he has turned his good military command into such a bad guy. This is really too bad. It is all his fault. In order to punish himself. , he decided to drink three more glasses at the wine table as atonement for himself!
