260. If you don't come, I'll go to you.

The helicopter landed in Medellín at 4 a.m., and the pilot's choice of landing location was in an open field on the northern outskirts. The land is covered with mountains of garbage on three sides, and a dozen meters up the exit is a low-rise shanty town made of asbestos tiles. At 4 a.m., some houses have already started to cook on fires. The helicopter driver was a little disgusted by this place, and after Mo Lei jumped off the plane, he quickly took off and left.

After sleeping for two hours on the plane, Mo Lei regained his spirits. He walked about 50 meters along a rough dirt road, along which two stray dogs approached him with a low growl, but quickly fled with their tails between their legs. The barking of the dog alarmed the homeless man under the porch of a prefabricated house somewhere, and he cursed a few words, and the homeless man fell asleep again, and the intermittent snoring showed that this was not a no-man's land.

After walking a few steps, Mo Lei found his vehicle by a bullpen: a dilapidated Mazda sedan. There are still old craters on the doors. This is already the most convenient means of transportation that Santo can provide, and as for the helicopter, it was rented by the client after Santo turned around a few times.

Lifting the dusty mat, Mo Lei took out a stack of cash, two passports and two documents from inside, and sighed that the agent's methods were faster, he knew that there were two sets of clothes and weapons in the mezzanine of the back compartment.

Santo once regretfully told Mo Lei that other favors would not be able to help, but I believe that Mo Lei can find something suitable for him. Mo Lei has nothing to say about this, after all, it is understandable that Santo does not help, and it is probably difficult to protect himself at present. Moreover, at the last moment, if he can get out safely, he will need Santo's help.

The place Vaux had agreed with Mo Lei before was Barranquilla, but in the end it was transferred to Medellín - the longer Mo Lei tossed, the more he consumed his mind and the easier it was to get out of control. Vaux knew that Mo Lei had no choice but to follow his instructions.

The reason why he was willing to come to Mo Lei to exchange hostages was because the few things mentioned by Mo Lei poked into Volks's heart one by one. For example, Santo and Kovalenko; The names of these two people are enough for Volks to seriously consider. And the point is that Vaux can't find Santo, and even Kovalenko doesn't answer his phone, so he can't confirm whether what Mo Lei said is true or false. Out of prudence, Volks' will also make Mo Lei safer in his own hands.

In particular, Mo Lei even mentioned the name of a person: Deputy Minister of Justice, Moore. Jonis. This took Vaux by surprise.

Because the only people who know the real internal structure of this matter are himself and Jonis. As for Bettenis, he only knows a little bit about it, and the inner world of this deputy director of the Operations Bureau is still too narrow and too small, and Vaux disdains to be in the company of it. So, there must be something wrong with it, and Volks thinks that he needs to see Mo Lei to check and fill in the gaps.

On the road into the city from the northern suburbs, Mo Lei involuntarily looked for a tracker on the road, but did not find it. He still remembers the day when the coyote asked him to learn to ride a bike, and that night, he almost died in the riverbed.

That night, helping his group in the mountains and forests, Santo found out that it was Kovalenko of Russia; Later in Venezuela he was also Kovalenko's man.

Santo humorously told Mo Lei that the Russian bear can do anything to make money, but he will abandon careerists who want to cover the sky and have ambitions to get involved in politics. They all think that you can be a professional gang boss, but if you want to manipulate a country behind your back, you can't help but think highly of yourself.

It is said that this is Kovalenko's exact words.

Entering the city, starting from Parson Street, Mo Lei began to look for a supermarket that was open 24 hours a day. In Medellín, such supermarkets are rarely limited to just selling food or drinks. He found one on the side of the road on the outskirts of District 13. But because of the notoriety of the entire area, Mo Lei parked the car at the intersection and observed for a long time before driving to the supermarket before getting out of the car.

Once inside, he bought what he was looking for on the bottom floor of the second row of shelves—ten alarm clocks in the shape of the Elizabeth Tower. At this time, he couldn't choose the appearance of the product.

After leaving District 13, Mo Lei found a place to live at 5:01 a.m. The hostel is located near the Medellín Stadium, an area that is frequented by many foreigners and is a great place to hide.

After opening the room, Mo Lei took out the ten alarm clocks in his bag one by one, lined them up on the table, and then opened the small bag brought from Ogrande and took out the small box containing micro tools from it. The first thing I did after dawn was to buy the bell wires and batteries, and then I had to find a way to get explosives, which might be a problem to trigger the device, but it wasn't impossible.

He wanted momentum first, power secondary, and maybe there was no need to make these things at all. But years of experience tell me to be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years; The exchange process is as complex as a matter of advanced mechanics, and there must be a backup plan in each plan, and a replacement system in each backup plan.

He still has a dozen hours to prepare his replacement system, and it's better to have something to do than to do nothing and be cranky. He can't sleep now anyway.

From dawn to sunrise, the sky didn't change much. The rainy season in Medellín is coming again, and at 8 a.m., heavy rains arrive as scheduled. Mo Lei stood up, holding on the windowsill and looking out the window, fantasizing about the calm tropical ocean in the distance. If only you could lie on the beach and soak up the sun quietly.

It's best to have a group of brothers around, drink together, chat, talk about the past, and talk about future plans. These thoughts were considered extravagant yesterday, but today everything has changed, and his heart is full of energy to try. That's probably what I was like when I was at my peak.

Emotions go beyond anger and into a calmer world.

To this day, as long as he can continue the joy with his brothers, he is willing to pay any price. He often wondered if he had gone back in time, and he would have chosen to die himself rather than the other brothers.

His mind has never changed, his past experience is nothing more than a job for a mercenary's career, but a mission for a real soldier. And he is the best among the soldiers, the king of soldiers, and the best army in the world, there is no one.

What's more, at this time, only an innocent woman was detained.

Rescue Tina and Juliv or die with them!

He turned back to his desk and admired the results of the past few hours, concentrating on much less time than had originally planned. The alarm clock has been completely disassembled, the mandrel of the main steel wheel spring has been drilled, the ratchet machine has installed a new gear shaft screw, and the bolt has been in place, as long as the battery wire bell is stabbed, this device can spray sparks to the twist for 30 consecutive seconds, and the twist can be ignited to detonate the explosive, and the delay time can be set within 15 minutes.

Each alarm clock was repeatedly tested more than a dozen times, and the gears were opened with a very small card slot to adjust the detonation sequence, and even this sequence he rehearsed more than a dozen times. Although it requires the use of professional tools, such things are insignificant to Mo Lei. He had to be both a designer and a mechanic; He is both an architect and a mason. Strategizing and doing it yourself: these are just the basics.

It's like eating with chopsticks, which is a job that every Chinese can do with their eyes closed.

It is not difficult to get the medicine twist, just find a gun store, buy a bullet and disassemble it to make it, as for explosives, go to the blasting site or dig the construction site, take out the appropriate official documents, ask for an inventory of the site, and the rest will be easy. All you have to do is sew a large pocket on the side of the inside of a roomy trench coat.

He has done a lot of similar things, and it has happened that he has run out of ammunition and food in missions behind enemy lines. And he found that people in many countries around the world are in a similar psychological state when facing the official - this person with a black plastic ID represents the government, don't look at his polite words, in fact, it is very dangerous, and you must cooperate, lest your name be blacklisted.

Put the remodeled alarm clock into the cardboard box that he asked the hotel front desk attendant two hours ago, and after sealing it, Mo Lei went down to the first floor with the alley in his hand, walked to his parking space and opened the suitcase, fixed the carton in the corner, and then returned to the hotel lobby.

"I also need a pot of coffee, and I need a copy of the Medellín daily newspaper today, and by the way, a map. Thank you! Mo Lei smiled at the girl on duty at the front desk, "These are all included in the room fee, is it okay?" ”

"Yes, I'll have someone deliver it in 2 minutes."

"No need, I'll just wait here." Mo Lei refused the waiter's kindness, stood where he was, picked up a copy of the day's "Columbia Spectator", and looked through it carefully to see if he could find the information he needed.

I browsed carefully, and I didn't let go of the advertising column, but I didn't find the information I was looking for.

It can only be described as 'the highest level of security'. Mr. Mo did not believe that Volks would pass up this golden opportunity: the inaugural meeting of the 'Anti-Black and Anti-Violence Group' in the presence of the president and security officials from neighboring countries.

On such an occasion, it is only natural that the deputy minister of justice and the deputy director of the National Security Operations Bureau should support the vice president to take the throne.

With a pot of coffee and the day's Medellín Daily under his arm, Mo Lei walked back to his room and sat down at the table, first reading the headlines and then making the front page with the groundbreaking of a building.

Mo Lei pursed his lips and opened the classified ad board, where he found two addresses for construction workers, one in a hillside park and one in the small town of Bayisa on the top of a hill. He made a note of the address and continued to examine it carefully, thinking to himself that it would be better to have a third place or a place around.

Also, when will this fucking rain stop.

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