143. The mysterious person met by the deputy director

As a senior police officer, Bettnes felt that her normal vacation time was too little. Colombia, Mexico, Brazil, it seems to come down the Andes in a real circle, in the real sense of the word, it is always associated with violence, drugs, shootouts, and the police are really tired to death when they want to do something. But I have to say that the past few years have been much better, and this is also the result of the joint efforts of Betnis and his colleagues - at least this is Bettens's own opinion.

Other colleagues like to run around the world when they are on vacation, especially to Europe. In this regard, Betnis scoffed, can't he take the opportunity of the vacation to be quiet and quiet? Especially himself, as one of the five deputy directors of the National Police Department, in charge of the clothing, food, housing and transportation of tens of thousands of siblings, all kinds of complicated and trivial matters every day have been a headache, why bother to go to the bustling Europe to join in the excitement during his vacation. So, he'd choose a place like the island of St. Andres and have a few days of chatting with an archbishop.

On this vacation, Betnis came to St. Andres Island again, he chose to live near the church near the bay, but unfortunately the female colleague who met with him had to come later because of something at home, and Betnis had to go to the church again, for this kind of place, Betnis had an inexplicable sense of sacredness in his heart, even if he walked in and walked out, he felt that there were many fewer sins on his body.

There must be a god in the darkness. Over the years, from an ordinary officer transferred from the Ministry of Defense to the police force, he has stepped into his current position at the age of 48, all the way bloody but without danger. And just last year, he was recommended by the police force to become one of the members of the expert group on international affairs, which is really proud. In Colombia, except for those drug lords who have their own armed forces, most people in black and white have to look up to him and greet him with a smile.

The sun was shining, and a few wisps of white clouds were changing shapes in the turquoise sky. Bettnes strode along the cobblestone sidewalk towards the church, which was not the tourist season, and the shops on both sides of the street were deserted, with the occasional few idlers sitting in the street drinking beer, and little girls in traditional costumes playing with stones. The strong men glanced at Betnis with two armed policemen behind him, his vision was not good, but he didn't dare to provoke, of course, for this situation, Betnis has seen too much, just ignore it.

As he walked, he thought, after a while, the place would not be so quiet. The building not far ahead, the Ministry of Police intends to reclaim it and turn it into a police training center, or a recuperation center. The current situation requires the concerted efforts of the police department, and it is necessary to create all kinds of benefits for everyone. Bettnes hadn't read much, but she knew the limits of human nature very well.

There is a path on the way to the port of Fritz, near the church. Often when he walked here, Betnis would let his entourage stay away, and just follow a few tens or hundreds of meters behind. Betnis is often overconfident in security issues, and his work limits his opportunities to show up to a few events a year, so the people who want to assassinate him should have no underworld people except for his colleagues, but this security mechanism has long been within the scope of Bettens's consideration, and it has been prevented in advance.

Walking to the gazebo of Fritz Harbour and sitting down, Bettnes looked at the blue sea a few hundred meters ahead, and asked the stall owner from the deserted stall on the side to bring a few chilled loquat to eat. He turned on the faucet next to him and washed his hands, when the phone in his pocket rang. Betnis took out the phone from his pocket with some impatience, it stands to reason that he could have turned off his phone during his vacation, but his current status and status made him have to keep his phone open.

I really hate the guy who invented mobile communications.

On the phone was one of his two attendants, who apologized to tell Bettnes that he had eaten the wrong thing at noon and needed to find a toilet to solve the problem. Betnis didn't care, and asked another of his entourage to accompany him, after all, he had been in a high position for so long, and Betnis deeply understood a truth - wanting to need others to work hard is not to scold out and be fierce, sometimes the knife you hold high is not as good as a sentence 'Brother has worked hard.' ’

After hanging up the phone, Betnis suddenly felt a little surprised, and the scenery in front of her lost its attractiveness. He put away his phone and continued walking towards the church. It's not far away, but the long road is more deserted, far from the bustle of the Bokor Cathedral. Bettnes thinks this is the reason why people here have lost their faith, but does faith really work for everyone? Where is God's justice?

Thinking of this, Betnis suddenly felt a little chilly, he wrapped himself in a thin jacket that wrapped around his body, and the pistol at his waist reminded him that you are a police officer, and you don't need to have any too emotional thoughts.

Suddenly, a male voice sounded behind him, "Betnes, the sea breeze here will be colder, it is easy for your body to be eroded by diseases, you should wear more clothes, in such a season, a suit alone is not enough......." ”

Turning around, Betniss put his hand on the handle of the gun at his waist, and quickly looked at a man behind him with the eyes of a policeman, this man should be between 43 and 48 years old, about 180 cm tall, blonde, with a perfectly trimmed beard, wearing an off-white T-shirt, a light yellow windproof jacket, two hands behind his back, a very friendly and warm smile on his face, it can be seen that he is a pampered guy.

It's not a strange place where one visitor is talking to another. Here, too, Bettnes has made other new friends. But why does the man in front of him know himself? Betniss has only been featured in the news media, and this man is certainly not the man he saw on television.

"Thank you, I'm actually a person who doesn't know how to organize my life like this." Betnis was secretly wary as he looked behind the man, and it seemed that the departure of his two followers had been a mistake.

"I think so, why don't we go for a walk together? I can choose some sheltered places to do it, and I'd like to talk to you about it now. The stranger had a peaceful smile on his face, and his tone was flat but authoritative.

Listening to the man's commanding tone, Bettniss felt uneasy in his heart. He began to scrutinize the man in front of him with a calm look, a high nose, a stout figure that did not match his age, but very threatening, and his lips were thin and pursed even when he smiled. The whole person seems to have a kind of power, a hidden power, an indestructible power.

"You're from the Ministry of Defense? Or is it from the Political Department? Betnis suddenly remembered something, and asked indifferently, the stroking of the handle of the gun gave him more courage.

The strange man laughed, shook his head, and said, "Of course not. Betnes, you don't have to be afraid. ”

Betnis fell into deep thought: few people should know about his vacation here, even if he took a vacation in previous years, he never revealed his plans, and decided on an impromptu basis when he thought of it. It seems that this person's official position is not low, is he a member of the international affairs group, but why is he not impressed at all?

"Interesting." Bettniss snorted a few times in her nose to express her fullness, "So, what are you looking for me?" ”

"I must have something to do with you, of course, something you didn't expect. Let's talk slowly? ”

The strange man smiled again, but Betnis saw only coldness in his eyes, not a hint of a smile.

"Sir, you know my profession, if you really want to talk to me about something, then hurry up and get started, I'm about to lose my patience." Betnis frowned, he secretly looked around, there was no third person except himself and this man.

The man stood motionless, the sea breeze blowing from his side, lifting his blonde hair, his face always smiling, and his hands behind his back did not move forward.

Bettenis's hand approached the handle again.

"Greetings, Mr. Aldrich." The strange man saw Betnis's movements, but remained indifferent, just nodded lightly and laughed.

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