247. The wind and rain are coming

Mo Lei drove the car, with luggage in the passenger seat, and drove towards the port of the Bogotá Canal. The waterfront seemed to have an inexplicable attraction to him, and he needed a place, a hiding place, where he could sit and sort out known facts, unknown possibilities, guessed theories. He has several things to do tomorrow morning, including a visit to the Bogotá government hospital and the public library.

It was the same with any cheap hotel in any big city, and he drove aimlessly until he saw the ideal hiding place, a T-shaped wooden sign on the lawn of a small inn that read Economy Suites. It's nice that this kind of place has a room, a refrigerator, and cooking utensils - Chinese faces are no longer suitable for a restaurant, and they will definitely attract the attention of others. It's not the peak tourist season.

Park in a white gravel, white-fenced parking lot with a grey river across the street. He threw his luggage on his back, thought of a random name to register, and asked for a suite.

"Sir, don't you use a credit card?" The young woman behind the counter asked.

"What?"

"You don't tick the payment method, if you have a credit card, just tick it and swipe it on the machine."

"Oh, I see. No, thanks, I'm one of those people who like real money and plan to fight alone with plastic cards, okay? Why don't I pay you for a week's room, I guess I'll stay for a week at most. Mo Lei counted out a stack of banknotes from his backpack and handed it to the young woman, "Excuse me, is there a grocery store around here?" ”

"Some gentlemen, walk along the street to the north, not far away. If you need more items, with the shopping mall ten blocks away, you have no problem wanting anything. Looking at the cash in her hand, which was obviously more than the room rate, the young woman's voice became charming.

"Great, thank you."

The so-called suite is actually a large room, with a folding bed fixed to the wall, a partition to distinguish a space as a kitchen, with a small Xiaoice box and ridiculously small circuits, but from the room you can see the port, the view is quite good.

Standing in the kitchen and making a few phone calls, and then entering the dimly lit room, Mo Lei walked to the window and opened the curtains, turned off the lamp, and the small round table was moth-eaten with countless holes, scarred by cigarette butts and daggers, Mo Lei dragged a chair and sat down by the window.

Looking out the dark window. His eyelids were heavy, but his head was clear.

Sending Tina away, assuming that she was safe for the time being, Garner said that a friend had provided him with a professional security team, and he had gone to see her in person. Albert, Heinrich...... A professional indeed. Then, after that, Tina and Athena will be transferred elsewhere, and then Ghana will deal with Ghana's, and he will deal with his own, just hope that Tina is safe and sound.

Zhou Rui, Coyote, and Zhu Lifu accompanied Athena to Bogota, and after Athena woke up, she quarreled and hysterical for more than ten minutes, leaving bloody imprints on Zhou Rui's shoulders and arms. After sobering up, Zhou Rui did not let her rest immediately, but quickly interrogated the appearance characteristics of the participants who had been in the situation before the incident.

In addition to the few that Juliv met when he went to the rescue, Athena said that there were two more. One of them was a police officer, and the other she didn't see anyone, but she remembered his voice, with a strange tone and a strong accent, but she couldn't tell where it was.

Fortunately, after the doctor finished examining Athena, he told Zhou Rui and the others: The girl has not been violated, and the drug has little effect on her, and there will be no sequelae, but she needs to recuperate quietly for a few days.

Since Garner said that he could let a force protect Tina, at Mo Lei's strong request, Athena and Zhou Rui also went to the small town of Augrande together. But the helicopter was just a cover, and after they arrived, they were escorted to the manor at their destination by Vasido and others who had rushed from Lotus Village. Diggle, Albert and the others wander blatantly around the town, but it's just a cover to seduce the enemies behind them.

Unfortunately, no one was hooked. The stalkers before suddenly disappeared like air.

Quietly using the resources of the arms dealer Lester, Mo Lei demanded that young people and children in the Chinese community, as well as those who had been active on the plantation, be examined. This matter was entrusted to Wang Yuwei and He Yibo and others.

Liu Dayou's restaurant in the community has been closed, and Liu Dayou quietly left the house with his wife and children late at night, Wang Yuwei was angry and wanted to investigate, but he was also stopped by Mo Lei. It's easy to look up, but the question is, what can you do if you find out? Execute him? Can't do it. Let him go, just hope that his family will not die, after all, the onset of hexavalent chromium is extremely short.

What Mo Lei is worried about now is that everyone is afraid that everyone has been eroded by hexavalent chromium, so even if he catches Vaux with a thousand cuts, it is pointless.

Coyotes and Gao Bing have lived at both ends of Mo Lei's area, and the straight-line distance between the three people is within 1000 meters, so that when one of the three is attacked, the other two can quickly support, even if the other party sends an army, it is impossible to encircle the three of them in the encirclement at the same time, and they can leave to find assistance at any time, after all, with the relationship between Andre and Lester, at least now the weapons in the hands of the three can be freely chosen.

Not to mention Gao Bing and Mo Lei, anyway, the coyote will be happy now. For so long, he has been robbing other people's weapons, throwing bullets after shooting, not to mention the cold weapons in his hand, and those daggers and other things he snatched are really not as good as scalpels in the eyes of coyotes. Leicester is like a warehouse of weapons for hundreds of people in full armor, with a variety of types and ammunition, and the coyotes are very simply armed themselves, of course, it is difficult to see the presence of weapons from the coyotes at first glance.

Vaux ......

Ghana......

Gordon, Nixon, Charles, Andre, Wang Yuwei...... Monica, and that stout Santo.

It seems that everyone is connected to each other, and they all start because of themselves.

Then, it's up to you to decide how the whole thing goes: end it, not press the tentative button.

The hunger pang from his abdomen reminded Mo Lei that he had just eaten something in the morning today. He picked up the phone on the bedside table and put it to his ear: the microphone was worn out like a firecracker after an explosion. After pressing the button a few times hard to make sure that the phone was broken, Mo Lei had to give up.

He walked to the front desk and bought a few slices of bread from the young woman with cash. The girl was polite for 5 seconds, and then took the banknote handed over by Mo Lei, but she carefully took out a bottle of milk in the refrigerator and handed it to Mo Lei, and told him that it was a gift.

Mo Lei ate the stuff in three or two bites in the room, took out a pen and paper from his backpack, tore off a piece of paper and began to write and draw. He needs to make a simple plan and move forward, and then, I'm afraid, there will be no more comfortable time, not even for a moment.

Until the end of the event!

……

Almost at the same time.

Barranquilla, Vaux left the restaurant, Gordon took the owner's humidor to the second-floor balcony, he picked out a cigar, pinched it on his fingers, expertly cut the cigar, and heated the end of the cigar with a lighter. When Volks' step out of the balcony, Gordon lit a cigar with a lighter and handed it to Volks.

"Have all your people arrived in Bogotá?" Vaux took the cigar and blew gently on the end of the cigar until the lit end turned orange before putting it in his mouth and taking a puff.

"Here we are." Gordon sat upright, his short hair was meticulous, but his two hands were busy on cigars, and he also ordered one for himself, "A small team, six people, all good hands." ”

"A good player like Victor?" Vaux snorted, holding a cigarette in his left hand and tweaking the hem of his pajamas with his right hand. This is his apartment in the city center, the top floor of the Memphis Building, which is rarely visited, but is tended by a maid every day.

"A good hand like Taylor." Gordon took a puff on his cigar, as if he didn't understand the boss's taunt, "They're on standby in Bogotá." ”

"I'll also arrange for a team to come over, and of course, they will go and meet your team first, and then divide up and work together."

"Boss, you don't need to be so cautious, you just didn't want us to kill Mo Lei before."

Vaux pressed the pager on the wall and asked the servant to quickly bring a pot of hot tea, before answering Gordon's question, "No way, there are too few trustworthy people, I need Mo Lei to make trouble and set fires everywhere to find out who can use and who can't." ”

With that, Vaux stood up and walked to the edge of the balcony. The night breeze was cold, the sky was blue, and from the balcony you could see the lights still shining on the hill on the outskirts of Barranquilla. He remembered that the three brothers, Cole and José, lived over there, and that old mansion occupied a third of the mountain.

It is said that now only that woman is left in charge of the entire family, I wonder if there is a chance to cooperate?

Three days to go. Nothing will be allowed for these three days. People block killing, and Buddhas block killing Buddhas.

So, do you need Bettness to say hello?

"As you can imagine, I'm worried too." Gordon, still not understanding what Vaux was saying, got up and walked to the edge of the balcony, looking in the same direction as Vaux, "I'm afraid I'll need to bring Taylor back for a while." ”

"No, he just stays in Medellín and protects Gerry, and the rest of the people, you can arrange it as you like." Vaux was still staring fixedly ahead, and behind them, the servant held the tray and carefully placed the teapot and two teacups on the coffee table, the porcelain cups colliding with the coffee table to make a crisp and pleasant sound.

Gordon glanced back.

He did not refute the opinion. But he also knows that the days when he can refute at will probably not take too long.

"It's time to go." Vaux put the cigar in the ashtray, looked up at his watch, and instructed Gordon.