"The total of these will not be less than this number!"
Hannibal stretched out his right hand to Shepard, showing two fingers. Because the numbers were too shocking, he couldn't help but shake them a few more times.
Then, Shepard pinched his fingers and began to pull them out hard.
"It hurts, it hurts!"
Hannibal retracted his hand excitedly, and then said.
"Give me a few more days, and those guys can reveal more!"
"There's no time!"
"Ah, why?"
"Gacha's death cannot be hidden for too long. His body will start to rot in two or three days, so there is no time!"
"I see!"
Hannibal nodded. He also knew the priority of the matter. It was a pity not to uncover more things, but preserving the existing results was the most important thing.
"When are you going?"
"Wait until daybreak!"
Shepard looked at his watch. He had just come from his residence. It would be dawn in another three hours. At that time, he would report the news to the embassy and the Colombian Ministry of Interior.
"Then I'll let them finish now!"
"Well, I'll leave the matter to you, don't worry, remember, don't leave any traces!"
"Understood, my people are all professionals!"
Hannibal nodded.
The finishing touches that Shepard mentioned are naturally not a happy ending. Shadow Company's actions in the past two days cannot be considered small. Therefore, they must be cleaned up from beginning to end, otherwise it will be a mess.
Naturally, the fewer people who know a secret, the better. Therefore, those who are being tortured must not be kept!
Guarding the torture room was the Shadow Team established by Shepard. Hannibal picked up the phone and called the person in charge, and then said.
"Clean it up!"
"clear!"
The latter immediately hung up the phone with understanding, and then winked at the men beside him.
The latter picked up the submachine gun, installed the silencer, and followed the commander. The commander took out a grenade while walking towards the torture room.
After arriving at the door of the torture room, the commander pulled out the grenade ring and threw the grenade into the room.
After the explosion, before the smoke dissipated, the PC following the commander rushed into the room and began to shoot the still twitching corpse on the ground.
The PCs didn't just stare at the head, which would be very problematic in the eyes of a caring person. They fired randomly, just like a close-range firefight.
After refilling the gun on the corpse, the PCs wearing masks and protective clothing stuffed the corpse into a body bag again, and then sent it to join the corpses in the valley.
They will all be turned into drug traffickers who were killed in the battle, and then handed over to the Colombian side. Although the Colombian side will not do any more inspections and will just find a place to bury them, naturally they still need to make enough disguises.
In addition to these people, the drug dealers who were captured in the valley were also unable to escape death. After all, only the dead would keep secrets. And here in PC, although most people knew that they were besieging and raiding, only a few knew about the torture of money and food. There are only a few people there, so it’s not a problem.
After finishing the processing, Shepard looked at the time, and it happened to be time to go to work.
He packed his clothes, then got in the car and went straight to the embassy.
The ambassador was still enjoying breakfast leisurely. As an ambassador of a country, naturally he couldn't treat himself badly. The breakfast included crab cakes, mint beef rolls, plum short ribs, and many other dishes. After seeing Shepard's arrival, The ambassador even asked him to sit next to him and eat together.
"Washington is a little dissatisfied with our recent actions. They think our efficiency is very low. What do you think we should do?"
"Well, I think you should have an answer already!"
Shepard answered as he munched on the delicious beef roll and took a sip of lemonade.
"But I want to hear the answers from you frontline workers even more!"
"Then my
The answer is, taking into account the complex and changeable local environment and the complicated humanistic environment, we do not occupy any geographical advantage. In order to quell ethnic conflicts, racial conflicts, diplomatic disputes, interest entanglements, and the balance of forces, our actions must be long-term, far-reaching, careful, careful, and careful. ! "
"Well, it's a shame you don't come to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"
The ambassador shook his head with some pity, and then said.
"I always like freedom, and career is not a consideration for me!
"Haha, by the way, you came to me. Do you have any good news?"
"Well, yes, Mr. Ambassador, when my people were clearing out prohibited crops, they accidentally discovered Rodriguez Gacha's hiding place. Then, I mobilized more people to round up the opponent. Finally, during the exchange of fire, Killed Rodriguez Gacha!"
"Oh, that's it, huh?"
The ambassador nodded out of habit and then reacted.
"Wait, who did you just say?"
"Rodriguez Gacha, nicknamed Mexican, is one of the three giants of the Medellin Group and is also the group's armed director!"
"You killed Gacha?"
"Yes, the body has been identified by his men and is currently under the strict control of my people!"
"Okay, okay!"
The ambassador stopped caring about eating and stood up directly, pacing back and forth in the restaurant.
"This is really good news!"
"Have you notified others yet?"
"No, you are the first one!"
"very good!"
The ambassador slapped his lips directly, then took Shepard and prepared to ask the secretary to prepare the car.
"What are you still eating at the embassy? Let's go to the Ministry of Interior cafeteria. What do you like to eat?"
"BJ roast duck!"
"Chinese food? No problem!"
The ambassador was even more satisfied. They had done something that Colombia had not done for more than ten years, so they were naturally qualified to order difficult dishes. Let alone roast duck. If Shepard wanted a cook, he would have to pack it up and deliver it!
The Minister of the Interior was naturally stunned, and even almost rolled over from his chair, because the impact of the news of Gacha's death was so great, it was no less than the British news of Thatcher's death.
And the most important thing is that in external propaganda, there cannot be any military contractors. Therefore, the killing of Gacha is naturally the result of the cooperation between Colombia and the United States. In other words, this credit must go to For these two people, of course, they also have to thank a certain unit for their assistance and a certain bureau for their support, but no matter what, the first success will definitely not escape. .
As for the CIA, Shepard did not forget to inform them, but they are obviously less interested in dead people than in Gacha's assets, and are now preparing to seize and take over related content.
Shepard, on the other hand, was not in a hurry. After all, he had already eaten a large portion of meat in advance. Next, he only needed to continue to pretend and point out the benefits.
