222. Charles's death

3:22 p.m. Charles walked out of the office building, and he made an appointment with an informant to meet at a café in Arazo Park, north of the city. Charles rarely asks André to drive, especially when he meets with informants, and prefers to be alone. His last car was scrapped by Mo Lei, and now he drives a second-hand Mazda, parked in the police compound, sometimes without even locking the door.

When Mazda drove out of the gate of the police station, Charles nodded with the guard at the door, and the guard glanced at the new sheriff indifferently, and without a hint of a smile, he directly pressed the electric door switch. Charles didn't mind that, after all, there were many factions in the police department.

Turning right outside, Charles turned on the radio in the car, tuned into the news channel, and shook himself to find a comfortable position. He went from the police station to Alazo Park in the north of the city, which took about 30 minutes without traffic jams, and traffic jams were not necessarily. This time was also chosen to take into account that there would be no traffic jam for the time being.

After driving a few hundred meters to the intersection, Charles habitually looked in the rearview mirror as he was about to turn left. He saw a gray Renault SUV three parking spaces away from him, with the left turn light on.

It's normal, dirty Renault streets are all over the place. Bogotá's streetcar Chevrolet ranked first, Renault ranked second, and Charles didn't like European and American cars. The reason why he took a second look was that the car behind him was also a Mazda, and the style was exactly the same as the one he drove.

After parting from Mo Lei, it had rained about 3 o'clock, and the ground was wet, and the sun shone on the road surface that emitted moisture. Some of the pedestrians on the street still have umbrellas, while others put them away and hold them in their hands. There is a section of the road on this street that is full of potholes and mud, and the Highway Administration Bureau has set up a sign on the side of the road to remind everyone that it is being repaired, and the time on it is a year ago, and it is not known what the purpose of this sign is.

Vaux wants to be elected as the deputy leader of the anti-black and anti-violence team?

This is what Charles told him on the inside line of the NSA.

It's a joke. After all, this deputy head of the group is not a member of the system, but is only on a temporary post, so there is a 90 percent chance that any powerful chief will open his mouth. After all, the chiefs are in charge of each other but rely on each other, and if someone really speaks, others will turn a blind eye and get by.

What an irony!

Charles smiled wryly. If this matter is announced, then the future of Bogotá, Barranquilla, and Medellín can be imagined. The chief of the corpse vegetarian meal only knows how to fill his own pockets, who cares what the real people will be like? And what Mo Lei said about Volks's plan is also speculation, no one will investigate the opinions conveyed by a small police officer as one thing - what about the evidence? One sentence killed this matter.

Talking nonsense with your eyes open. Only those who have this skill can become officials!

Do you want to tell Mo Lei about this? If Volks' position is really upheld, then Mo Lei and the others may face a joint pursuit by the police and other gangster organizations. Everything they do will become a joke, and the Chinese community will not be able to survive.

Another thing is that Volkswagen has privatized all the land around the Chinese community, and those originally ownerless mountains and land have been acquired by Volks, which is also known to Charles.

After meeting the informant, I still have to have a good chat with Mo Lei, although their ideas are peculiar and direct, but they are effective.

As the Mazda drove down that narrow stretch of road, Charles inadvertently looked in the rearview mirror and saw the gray Renault again. Years of police work had subconsciously developed a habit of alertness, and he looked at the sparse traffic ahead, and suddenly shifted to speed up and slammed on the accelerator. In the rearview mirror, the Renault SUV also sped up to follow, not far away, not close, and maintained two or three parking spaces with Mazda.

Blatantly stalking!

Charles was shocked in his heart, this is too rampant, who is so bold as to dare to follow himself directly without hiding his whereabouts? In a moment, his mind flashed through the faces and organizations of countless individuals, but they were overturned one by one. He simply kicked the accelerator to the end, anyway, he went straight ahead, and it didn't matter if he ran a red light.

The Renault SUV followed suit.

House? National security? Gangsters?

The traffic began to intensify.

Charles opened the window, opened the storage compartment and took out the magnetic adsorption lights and put them on the roof, and then turned on the siren, and the sharp siren sounded, but the vehicle in front did not give way because of the siren behind him, and he drove as he wanted.

With his right hand out and the pistol in the passenger seat, Charles expertly navigated the traffic. This kind of thing is expected by him, and on the streets of Bogotá it is very difficult to expect the people to make way for the police, and many people prefer to trust the gangs and oppose the police. After all, a corrupt cop is more destructive than a gangster.

After running three traffic lights and rushing through the section of the road with a lot of traffic to hit Enzo Street, Charles kept his speed and looked at the rearview mirror, the SUV was still biting himself. There was noticeably less traffic ahead, but it was not far from where I had gone to meet the informant. Charles turned his heart on and turned on the right turn light on Enzo Avenue and stopped on the right.

He saw the gray SUV coming from behind, and without turning right turn lights, he went straight past a black pickup truck and rushed to the front of the Mazda and stopped.

Charles didn't get out of the car, he quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed a string of numbers, which was a mobile phone number that was contacted by Andre alone, after connecting, Charles told Andre on the other side of the phone to shut up, and then said that the mobile phone was put on the center console in turn.

He picked up the pistol in the passenger seat, the barrel of which was pressed against the door. Charles saw the sliding door on the side of the SUV open, and two tall, strong men in casual clothes stepped out of the car. The two men were about the same age, they were both about thirty-five years old, and they walked in front of them with long hair, a scar on the bridge of their noses, and a kind face. The guy behind him had a shaved head, his face full of flesh and a fierce look. They all had work trays hanging on their chests, and the logo on them Charles knew at a glance, it was the NSA's.

The kind-faced guy walked to the left side of the car, raised his hand and knocked on the window with his knuckles, and stood in front of the car with a fierce face and put his right hand behind his back.

"What's the matter?" Charles rolled down the window, frowned and asked, still not putting down the gun in his right hand. "Don't you see my lights? Still can't hear the siren? ”

"Charles, get out of the car, we have something to talk to you about." The good-looking guy had a fake smile on his face, one hand on the roof of the car, looking down at Charles, and the work sign on his chest dangling back and forth in the window. His eyebrows are extremely thick, and the scar on his nose is actually a broken mark, and his name on the work card is Leah. Just Chanes.

This is a hypocrite, such a person is especially dangerous, and he can turn his face at any time.

Charles made a conclusion in his mind.

"I'm sorry, I'm working on a case. If there is anything you can go to the office and find me. NSA's? Just Channes, you can find me in every minute, right? ”

With that, Charles was ready to roll up the window. But just as soon as Chanes's left hand covered the car window, his eyes glanced at Charles's right hand, and he smiled, "It's a matter of national security, how can anyone dare to shirk." Don't embarrass me, Charles, your little title is gone, right? ”

"It's up to you how you define a police officer." Not to be outdone, Charles's right hand with a gun was as steady as a mountain, "We are two parallel departments, and to be honest, what you say is not as scary as the Ministry of the Interior saying that I am corrupt and bribery." ”

"Please don't disturb me handling the case, I will also complain, do you want me to report the phone number of the national security office?" Charles saw that there was no movement just now, so he couldn't help but add.

The traffic on the street came and went, and no one looked in this direction. On the sidewalk, two girls in white T-shirts and black shorts led a large dog past, and they strode forward with a low voice and laughter.

Gang Chanes sighed and said faintly, "We're only two people down now, you know Charles, because I'm a good talker, so I chose to talk to you." If the other two people in the car get off, they'll beat you up so much that you don't even know your mom. So, I say it again, get off! ”

It's going to be bad!

Charles's mind raced.

It is impossible to get on the bus. Regardless of whether these guys are really from the NSA or not, they will die when they get in the car. Even if it is from the National Security Bureau, they have bad intentions, and they are likely to catch themselves somewhere and torture them for a period of time, and their disappearance is nothing more than to put the blame on a gangster organization. Even if Andrei is recording now, it is meaningless, Andrei has lost his help, and he is just a small detachment leader.

"What if I don't. This is Carazzo Park yes, you dare to shoot? Charles was in a state of resignation with Gang Chanes, his eyes darting over the sedan lever. He regretted that he had bought a manual version of the sedan for the pleasure of driving, holding a gun in his right hand, and it would take too long to complete the series of actions of stepping on the clutch and hitting the accelerator in gear, and he could die several times.

What went wrong? NSA informants?

"Get out of the car!"

Just as Charles thought, Charness's face changed, and his right hand quickly pulled out a pistol from behind his waist. And the short-haired strong man who had been standing in the front of the car also pulled out a large-caliber pistol and aimed it at Charles behind the windshield.

If he mentions the name of the informant now, he can remind Andre on the other end of the phone, and once something happens, Andre will definitely go to Mo Lei and tell them that the informant has been invalidated. But if it wasn't the informant who betrayed himself, wouldn't mentioning the other party like this add danger to him?

"Get out of the car and put your hands in my sight, quick!"

Just Chanes shouted, and he took a step back.

Charles glanced at the phone on the center console, turned his heart sideways, and pulled the trigger with his right hand. The bullet passed through the car door and entered the upper half of Gonchanes's body, who leaned back and fired the gun in his hand, but the bullet flew into the air.

As Charles fired, he snapped the button of the seat with his left hand downward, and leaned his whole body back. The pistol in the hands of the short-haired man also went off, and the bullet shattered the front windshield and then passed through the rear windshield. Charles curled up in the back seat, stretched his right hand out of the back of the chair, fired a few random shots in the direction of the short-haired man, pushed open the door on the left side with his left hand, quickly rolled his body out of the car, and raised his hand to smash the phone on the center console.

A van rumbled from the left, half a meter from Charles's head, and the driver twisted the steering wheel frantically and rushed out with several cars in front of him. Charles rolled on the ground in a cold sweat.

He's got to get out of here right now.

But he couldn't leave it anymore.

Two strong men jumped out of the SUV, holding automatic rifles in their hands, and when Charles jumped towards the sidewalk, the automatic rifle went off, and more than a dozen bullets drilled into Charles's body, and his body was twisted by the impact of the bullets, writhing as if dancing, waving his arms and falling to the ground.

As if fearing that he would not die, one of the gunmen walked up to Charles and raised his hand to finish the cartridge in the automatic rifle magazine. The other guy and the short-haired man walked over and lifted the bloodied Gonchanes and threw him into the van.

The two girls who were walking with the big dog were walking back, and they were so frightened by the gunfire that they turned around and ran away. The dog also turned and ran in the same direction as its owner, still with a leash around its neck.

The guy who refilled the gun ran back, and the three of them got into the SUV and drove away.

In the fence between the sidewalk and the street, Charles's body lay in a strange position, his limbs twisted and riddled with bullet holes.

More than ten kilometers away, Andre stopped the recording button, took off the battery of his mobile phone, pulled out the SIM card, crumpled and burned it, looked at the mobile phone in his hand blankly, and suddenly cried.