Chapter Ninety-Four: Counteroffer

John withdrew his gaze, looked at the phone in his hand, stepped aside, put the phone to his ear, and said, "I'm John." ”

"John." Lille's voice came over, and he sighed and said, "Sorry to call you when you're busy." I shouldn't have interfered with what you're doing. But... Sometimes some old relationships find themselves and can't just say no. ”

John heard Lille's voice and almost knew what he wanted to do. So he spoke: "Monsieur Lille, now they can't meet the demands of others, and I can't help it. ”

"Nope. Anything can be discussed. Often, the other party's appearance at the beginning may not be the most real thoughts in his heart at that time, or he may not have just expressed what he wanted, just like a temptation, the real purpose and bottom line can only be known through communication. And as long as you are willing to talk, then there will be other ways to solve the problem, even if the conditions are harsh. So, help, aren't you an old acquaintance with that woman? Go talk to her. You know that it is not so simple to help someone become a councillor, it takes a lot of manpower, material resources and connections. It's going to be a long time, and it's not like saying yes. If you can't cash it out in the future... Of course, it doesn't matter to us actually. But this is not good for our country, and the reputation and credibility of the guys in the intelligence bureau have long been lost or even overdrawn. I'm going to do my former colleagues a favor, you're doing me a favor, okay? ”

Hearing Lille, one of his bosses, say this, John naturally couldn't refuse. And even if it's none of your business, it's really about your country. And John was a patriot, and he knew that there were more and more enemies in the world right now, and that wasn't a good thing. So after thinking about it, he said, "Then I'll try it." I need permission, though. I can't just get someone to say yes without promising anything, I don't have the ability. ”

"Of course." Lille said yes and thought for a moment: "Didn't his brother die at the hands of the Russians and the partisans?" We can help him with this. The Russians may be in trouble, but the partisans we can find a way to deal with them. And locally, I mean, in Colombia, if there's any unfortunate guy that we need help with, we can help. Do you think that works? ”

"I don't know. Maybe she's not interested in any of that. John said.

"Let's try it first." Lille smiled and said, "Orphans and widows are easy to be bullied. ”

"Okay. I understand. I'll go talk to her. After John finished speaking, he turned around and walked over to Megan, gave her back the phone, and said, "You know what? Actually, it's all because of you. Do you understand? You're just wiping your ass for some of your former colleagues. With that, he walked out of the parlor, found a waiter on standby, and led him upstairs.

John soon saw Miranda again, and after learning that John was coming, Miranda handed over a boy of five or six years old and a slightly older girl to someone close to him for him to take away. After watching the child disappear from sight, Miranda led John to the terrace on the second floor, where they sat down on each of the chairs they had placed.

"I knew they were going to let you talk to me." Miranda spoke, "Tell me, how did they discuss my request?" ”

John glanced at Miranda and said, "Tell me the truth. Help you to become a councillor ... This one is a bit difficult. At least what I got was told that such conditions were not very acceptable to them. ”

Hearing John say this, Miranda sneered and said, "And then? I don't think you're here to talk to me about this, are you? ”

"Yes." John seemed a little difficult to speak, for he didn't want to do it at all, just to catch the ducks on the shelves. "What we can offer now is that we can help from something else."

"What kind of help?" Miranda asked.

"Like revenge for Pablo." John asked tentatively.

"Haha." John's words were like a joke to Miranda. I saw Miranda smile and said, "Revenge? Can this also be considered a condition and a help? You don't know anything about what happened back then, do you? ”

"To be honest, I don't really know." John looked innocent and said, "I've only heard about it." After all, I've been recovering from my injuries since then, and I haven't been involved in this business since. ”

"Good!" Miranda nodded and said, "Even so, then you should know why Pablo died, right?" ”

"Yes, I know." John nodded and said, "You guys from the Intelligence Bureau killed a Russian." ”

"Yes. The Russians. Miranda nodded, "That Russian was once a friend of Balcas's. To be honest, working with them seems to me much better than yours. But one day, your men came here and Pablo changed his mind. He agreed, did what you asked, tricked the man here, and ambushed him as he left. As he spoke, he looked at John and said coldly, "Do you know what happened after that?" ”

"They're coming for revenge." John Dao.

"Nope. Not at first. Miranda sneered and said, "It's been calm for a long time." No one threatened revenge, no one threatened, and no one questioned anything. It's as if nothing has happened. People who were still nervous, including me, thought it was all over. Maybe the Russians are doomed, or maybe they can't do anything here. Until one day, when everyone had fallen asleep, a group of people rushed in. Speaking of this, Miranda let out a long sigh and said, "Then, Pablo was shot and killed. With the guards, the whole guard, and his henchmen, the young butler, and all those who tried to resist. She said, gesturing to the open space in the courtyard below the house, "Right here." You should know about that fight. Your men fended off the guerrillas here with us, and we used this house as a bunker. She looked at John and said, "I remember the names of your men, Gypsies, Walker, and... And Liu. Miranda smiled bitterly at this: "Pablo used to be proud of the corpses of the guerrillas lying all over the courtyard, but he never expected that in the end he himself would die here, it should be said that he was killed here, just like the execution of prisoners, and was shot and killed." ”