256, Volks' counterattack

While the fierce battle in Port O'Grande was taking place, Mr. Leicester had just finished his evening 'lunch' and walked out of the first floor of the "Race with Me" hair salon on Calim Street, his wife Ellie was carrying a one-metre-long bucket bag behind him, half of her body was crushed by the heavy package, Lester had no intention of helping his wife carry the bag, he walked down the stairs, stopped at the door for half a second, and then entered the alley on the left.

Elle struggled to walk, and it was certainly not comfortable to walk on uneven ground with high heels, but Elle would not wear flat shoes, especially cloth shoes, even though she knew that walking would be much faster in cloth shoes.

After the couple walked into the alley one after the other, they never came out again.

Twenty minutes later, the two sedans drove back and forth to the opposite side of the 'Race with Me' hair salon and stopped, and six big men stepped out of the car and walked separately to the entrance of the stairs. A strong man who looked like a small boss reached out and pressed the intercom button on the second floor, and the sharp doorbell was clearly heard on the first floor. After waiting for more than ten seconds, the strong man stretched out his hand and pressed it again, but still no one answered.

Several men looked at each other, the strong man made a gesture, and the two men standing to his left walked into the alley, and when the two men turned around, the hem of their jackets bulged as if something was stuffed.

Their intelligence was that during this time period, Lester, the arms dealer, had taken a nap and had eaten lunch, would surely sit upstairs in his office, smoking a low-quality cigar and drinking authentic Brazilian coffee, and would make a few phone calls to his distributors to say hello, and by the way, the original shortage of goods was now available.

In the hair salon, a girl with only a few rags left in jeans, a nose ring on the bridge of her nose, blue hair, and dark skin walked out, her eyes full of wariness with heavy eyeshadow. She looked at the men at the door and asked, "Who are you looking for?" ”

"Mr. Leicester on the second floor." The strong man who looked like a small leader tried to make his smile look amiable, "We came here to help, he called us." ”

The vigilance in the girl's eyes was still there, and the tone of her voice was still cautious, "They're gone, probably for half an hour." ”

"Oh? Do you know where he went? ”

The strong man froze for a moment, the smile on his face stiffened, and the tone of his voice became gloomy. A car drove past the doorway, and when the strong man spoke, he honked the horn twice hard, muffling the strong man's voice into the noise. Although the girl was frightened by the strong man's eyes, she couldn't help but ask loudly, "What did you say?" ”

"Do you see where they're going?"

The strong man laughed again, his eyes fixed on the blue-haired girl, and waved his hand to signal the other three men to move away.

As the sun sets, half of the sky and the clouds are dyed fiery red, and the streets are noisy, with several tricycles passing side by side, and men on tricycles laughing loudly with each other. A bus pulled into the platform, and a group of tourists with backpacks got out of the bus, looking around excitedly.

The girl shook her head, her eyes looking at the group of tourists, but her mouth was answering the strong man's question, "I don't know, I only saw them go to the left." ”

Following the girl's eyes and glancing at the tourists, the strong man stepped aside, took out his mobile phone and started calling.

……

It was 5 p.m. when Santo left Plaza Bolívar, and he turned right on the west side of Pendica Avenue into Food Street. The road is lined with restaurants, waiters in different costumes shouting at the door, performers in fancy costumes walking in the center of the street, and curious and surprised tourists walking slowly in the streets.

Passing through the crowded food street, a few dozen meters in front of you is the Gold Museum. Santo walked on the side of the road, his stout body occasionally turning sideways to give way to pedestrians walking on the opposite side. He turned right again at the intersection of the Gold Museum, thinking that after walking a few dozen meters to make sure that no one was following, he planned to take the express bus and leave.

For Santo, it has become a habit to observe whether there are any stalkers at all times, and the little lover says that he studies the map even when he goes to the public toilet, and sleeps at night to keep a piece of wood in his mouth to avoid talking in his sleep. Santo laughs and says that this is good habit, and that a man who can't keep secrets is not worthy of respect - although he sometimes exchanges secrets with others, but that is also a kind of work.

When the stalker appeared, Santo was a little unconvinced of his eyes. As he stood at the intersection and was about to cross the road, he saw the overly ordinary Citroen sedan parked across the road, twenty meters away from the bus stop. The car was covered in black film, the body was gray, and the windows were closed, making it look like a car on the street. But Santo just knew that the car was following him, and even knew his habits - he didn't like to drive, and would always take public transport or a driver.

Standing on the spot with a cigarette, when Santo took the first puff, the ordinary looking Chinese with firm eyes popped up in his mind, what did he say? Don't trust a friend who doesn't have bad habits.

This sentence is a fallacy and a quibble, but how can you think about it?

Santo grinned, put the cigarette in his mouth, turned and walked across the street, towards the Gold Museum.

As you can see from the glass of the car parked on the side of the road, the Citroen slowly started and drove up, turned left at the intersection and entered the street of the Gold Museum. Santo also saw a brown Skoda Octavia turn right into the street at the other entrance, with the window open but the driver couldn't be seen clearly.

Two cars.

There should have been people mixed in with the crowd on the street, and Santo couldn't stop and investigate it carefully. But this is Bogotá, this is its own land, and there are really people who dare to follow him? Those counterparts in other countries do not dare to do this, then, only if there is a problem within themselves, will several groups of people follow them at the same time.

Unhurried a few steps forward, Santo crossed a row of flagpoles, and he gave up on his intention of entering the Gold Museum: although there were many exits, if his own people were following him, there was no point in making any more exits.

Walking to the T-junction at the entrance of the Gold Museum, Santo blended in with the crowd crossing the street. His stocky stature now has an advantage: in the crowd, he quickly takes off his coat and puts it on the inside and outside. It's just a little trick, and every one of Santo's jackets can be worn on both sides.

He needed a moment now to think about how to leave.

Cross the zebra crossing and go more than ten meters, where there is a stone staircase on the right, and from the stone staircase you will go down another block. However, the stone steps are narrow, and there are low buildings on both sides, so if you are not careful, you will be blocked in front and back. Santo wasn't going to take the risk. He looked left and right, giving up the idea of continuing to turn, and was just about to walk forward when the phone in his trouser pocket vibrate.

Unfamiliar numbers.

He put it on the 'hang-up' button in his hand, moved to the 'connect' button, and brought the phone to his ear, Santo didn't speak, and the other side was already starting to report very quickly, it was his subordinate.

Three of the 12-member action team in Barranquilla are missing, and the original one-hour report trip has now been four hours and cannot be contacted.

In Leticia, on the border with Brazil, the deputy head of the action group has lost contact.

In Puerto Carreño, Vichada, the deputy head of the operation team lost contact.

The phone prompts that a new call is coming in. Santo hung up his subordinates and connected to the new call.

"Betnes."

"Santo, go back to the office, there's something you need to report."

Betnis's voice remained unchanged, as flat and condescending as ever.

"Okay, I'll be in your office in half an hour."

Santo replied very cheerfully, his right hand reached into his trouser pocket, and touched the cold handle of the gun, which was a small Glock 26, and he looked sideways behind him, the two cars were gone, but there were several murderous strong men walking across the road.

The neon lights on both sides of the road suddenly turned on, a dilapidated garbage truck drove out of the alley on the left, a group of children stood on the side of the road with schoolbags pinching their noses, and standing with the children was a middle-aged woman who looked like a teacher, she was shouting to the children to get out of the way, her voice was sharp, attracting the attention of many people.

Santo quickly crossed the road, walked to the sidewalk and trotted a few steps with the garbage truck, kicked his feet on the ground, grabbed the back box of the garbage truck with both hands, and turned over before the garbage truck could speed up, and lay down in the garbage heap.

This stench didn't affect Santo's ability to think anyway.

Looking out through the cracks in the tattered boxboard, the murderous men put one hand in their arms, passed the group of children, and walked to another alley.

You don't need to leave Bogotá, just go to the west of the city, into the hilly terrain and you'll be fine. Santo has faith in himself.

It's just that although this matter was expected, it also came too quickly. Volks' plan can't be advanced, it can only be that something goes wrong in some links, and Volks' needs to end it one by one in advance.

After thinking about it for a while, Santo dialed a number.

"Hello?"

"Find Mo." Strangely the voice didn't look like Mo Lei's voice, and Santo muttered for a second and said an ambiguous word.

"I'm Zhao Lang, you speak so well, it's Santo, right?" The other party's reaction was extremely fast, and he smiled after analyzing it.

"Cheng, you have to find Mo Lei'...... as soon as possible!"