246, Escort

In the summer, Diggle would love to visit this beautiful 19th-century French mansion. With exquisite pools and pristine beaches, open-air seating in the walled backyard, and a natural nook and crokie in the garden for relaxing at sunset, enjoying dinner or sipping a cocktail.

But now it's close to September, and while it's still beautiful, the temperature in the back garden doesn't exceed 20 degrees Celsius in the afternoon and even lower in the evening, so for Diggle, the outdoors isn't a good thing to do, and the pool is as cold as the Mediterranean.

Besides, Digger didn't have time to have fun, he came with a mission.

The harbor of Ogrande is a well-developed seaside town, not as crowded as those close to the Caribbean, but compared to the town of Kalca, which is not far from Bogotá, the slightly less famous Augrande has thrown the town of Calca to 108,000 miles in terms of beauty, in fact, anyone standing on the top of the hill and looking at the town's exquisite villas, the hillside behind, and the water in front of it will be mesmerized.

The owner of this mansion is not Ghana, but the toy of a certain big star in France. The superstar was sometimes in the south and sometimes in the north, and after a phone call from Ghana's assistant, the villa was used by Diggle for the next few months.

Although they could not stay for a few days, Ghana provided them with the highest level of bodyguards. The head of the bodyguard was a burly Israeli Albert in his forties, who wore a loose shirt with an open neckline, revealing a thick neck and a hairy chest, the hem of the shirt resting on the handle of a gun, and a neatly trimmed mustache under his huge nose, with a relaxed and casual expression.

Diggle's dress was as conservative as ever, with a pinstriped shirt buttoned to the top, no tie, and a left finger gently rubbing his clean-shaven chin, occasionally rubbing his nose like a machete. At sunset, the sea not far away is sparkling, and seabirds fly against the water, drawing a line of water on the sea; The ferry whistled melodiously and slowly sailed into the pier; Those colorful containers were carried by huge steel monsters and neatly arranged on the docks; Where the water and the sky meet, the remnant sun dyes half of the sky red.

"Arriving in 70 minutes, Teagar, we need to go." Albert walked up to Diggle and looked at the sea at sunset.

Diggle didn't answer, still looking at the sky, but his chin rubbing his hand was lowered to arrange the collar of his shirt, and his palm was smoothed down the button. After half a minute of silence, he turned around as if he had suddenly come to his senses, smiled apologetically at Albert, walked inside, picked up his holster from the couch and hung it around his waist.

"How many people are we going to bring along?"

Albert picked up his thin coat and held it in his hands, he was a head taller than Diggle, and he looked very intimidating. Diger's already thin face was now thinner, his brown eyes were hollow, and he put on his coat and adjusted the belt of his gun before answering Albert's question.

"Just the two of us, how's that?"

"You think it's okay, of course I'm okay." Albert nodded, still looking indifferent, "You drive." ”

"Just kidding." Diggle laughed, "It is said that the team that sent Tina here is all very skilled, so let's go to two cars, you and I will sit separately, three people in each car, and then use your men to drive a car to pick up people." When we came back, we took a different route, because I don't know how big a hole this kind of secrecy is, so thank you. ”

Albert readily agreed. He had not been employed by Ghana for a short time, but he knew Diggle quite well as the person: Digger was notoriously powerful and notoriously ruthless. Fortunately, it is such a person who can thrive in the dirty and bloody underground world. Diggle is like that, not to mention his boss Ghana. So Albert never makes his own decisions, just listen to them.

Mercenaries have two key words, and that is the word "mercenary". It's important to know where you are.

The three cars, separated by 200 meters in front of and behind, drove half an hour from the top of the hill down the hill to the entrance to the small town of Augrande. On the way, Diggle was still joking to Albert that there should be a helipad at the top of the mountain, and that the international superstar liked to park his plane at the port terminal and then get into his limousine and be accompanied by a large group of bodyguards to the top of the mountain, which was very eye-catching, but he could also die at gunpoint at any time by some pervert.

Albert sneered on the walkie-talkie, this so-called international superstar has long been out of breath, and the swagger is just to build momentum for himself. In these years, there is no moral bottom line for these dramas that want to become famous or maintain their popularity, let alone such a small thing as swaggering through the market? I'm afraid that after a while, if it is still in such decline, it is difficult for this superstar to guarantee that he will not ask someone to assassinate him once, but it can also become a topic, and then become popular for a while.

While talking and laughing, the two did not forget to carefully wipe the suspicious situation. At this time of year, although it is not the peak tourist season, the hotels are still crowded with tourists, and the streets are not spacious on both sides of the tables, drunks shouting and girls are swaying, and there is a scene of singing and dancing.

"Keep an eye on the sides." Albert whispered into the walkie-talkie. He wore a black bulletproof vest on the inside of his thin suit, as did his men in the passenger seat, and even though they were laughing at each other, they didn't let their guard down.

"It looks normal." Diggle replied.

"I went there without harm, but when I returned, I was worried." Albert said with a smile.

His team is full of loyal siblings, and he has no fear of this serious-looking boss, all because Albert is always smiling and strict with himself, and he can naturally gain the respect of everyone. The sibling in the passenger seat is called Heinrich, and at this moment he also pandered to the boss and added, "There is nothing wrong with being careful." ”

Three cars struggled through the downtown area onto the coastal road. It's similar to the downtown area, except that the road is at least twice as wide, and the road near the beach is only full of cars, and the bars on the other side are bright and noisy, but not as crowded as the one with the tables on the other side. A group of coolly dressed women crossed the street laughing, passing cars slowed down, and someone stuck their heads out of the window and whistled loudly at the girls.

"That gray jeep, three spaces behind you, we'll leave it in neutral to see if he can overtake."

Diggle's voice suddenly became serious. Albert looked back, and he saw a gray Cherokee, already past two parking spaces, now clutching the back of his car. Under the lights, he couldn't see the license plate, nor could he see the figure in the front seat of the driver's seat. The two motorcycles didn't know when they got onto the main road and drove in this direction through the traffic.

"All on alert, ready for war!" Albert calmly commanded, "Two motorcycles, two people each, jeeps can't see people clearly, all cars, keep to the right, stretch the distance." ”

The drivers of the three cars quickly drove on the right side of the car, pulling the distance to 300 meters, under the premise of controlling the effective range and being able to take care of each other. The black Iveco in the middle, with only one driver and a Ghanaian bodyguard, the Iveco body was slightly offset to the left, and Albert whispered a few words.

No one can exceed the rules when the order is forbidden. Before the battle takes place, all actions must be followed; At the beginning of the battle, each can show its ability and do everything. This is Albert's style.

The jeep whizzed past the third car, then stopped between Iveco and Albert's car for a moment to give way to an oncoming truck, the driver slammed the throttle and rushed out, passing the first car, and then quickly disappeared into the brightly lit esplanade.

The two motorcycles also left the convoy front and back.

Albert let out a sigh of relief.

"Remember the two motorcycles and the gray Jeep, we will soon reach our destination, the passengers will not take our car, Iveco will return the same way as planned, Albert will follow me." On the intercom, Diger's voice was very clear and powerful.

"Roger." This is the driver on the Iveco talking back.

"Roger!" Albert replied softly, too.

In the front passenger seat, Heinrich checked his automatic rifle again, loaded the driver's pistol, and inserted it into the modified holster on the driver's side of the center console. In the back seat, Albert also picked up the weapons in his chair and examined them, one of the two pistols on the back of the waist and the other in the holster on his left rib.

All of a sudden, the street lights on the seaside road were turned on, dotted and curved, as beautiful as the background on the stage, and the bright car lights complemented each other.

As the convoy drove out of the city, cars became scarcer on the road, and the sound of waves crashing against the seawall could be heard in the quiet cabins.

Like a glorious and atmospheric symphony!

Like a death knell that rings with a wail!