261. Think is prepared

The pouring rain turned into a drizzle after 10 minutes, and the scorching sun accompanied the rain to create a rainbow in the air. The raindrops splashed in the stagnant water on the ground, and the colors of red, blue, green and purple appeared in the sun. Pedestrians on the street hurried by, footsteps converging with the honking of cars.

A thin, black-faced man walked into a firearms supply store in the Santo Domingo district and bought 288 11.43mm shotgun rounds without haggling. This thing has been in the store for a long time, and Medellín's weapons are now more of a small arm. The short and fat boss secretly snickered at the business, thinking that the guy who bought the bullets really had no brains, and not only spent a lot of money to buy the unsalable products, but also bought twelve worthless plastic canopies.

The point is that this guy speaks in a smooth tone, looking like a foreigner who has seen the world, such a person is usually a guy who has never even touched a gun, just to comfort his cowardice.

……

The raindrops continued to crackle, gathering into small pools of water in the muddy fields beneath the hillside park. Disgruntled construction workers sit in their cars and wait for the weather to improve so they can sign in for a day's pay for four hours on the site, but if they don't, they don't get a penny.

Mo Lei parked the temporary 'borrowed' black Ford SUV on the side of the road, and the owner was tied up by him and thrown in a safe basement. As he got out of the car and approached the entrance to the prefabricated shack, two half-foot-wide planks had sunk into the mud in front of the rain-soaked window, and he stepped into the room to see the foreman sitting at the table and yelling at the telephone.

About 5 meters to the left of the foreman is a cement warehouse, with heavy iron locks hanging on the iron door, and a few shocking characters sprayed on the door with red paint: Danger, idlers are not allowed to enter!

There is also a sign below: Volks, Industrial Development Company.

What an irony! Mo Lei couldn't help but raise his hand and touch the corners of his mouth, forbidding his smile.

Raising his hand and knocking on the window, Mo Lei attracted the attention of the foreman who was on the phone in the room, then walked down from the wooden board and pushed the door open.

"Hey, what's the matter?" The foreman yelled rudely. He was short, had a narrow forehead, and had a rough appearance, but his small raisin-like eyes revealed shrewdness and philistine.

"I'll talk about it when you're done calling." Mo Lei solemnly closed the door, his eyes scanned the furnishings in the room, and on the table in front of the foreman, there was the name of this brother's workstation: Rosario. Tupper.

"Brother, then you have to wait, I'm talking to a scoundrel on the phone right now, and the damn scoundrel said it's raining outside, so those sissies can't get out of the car, but we're in a hurry, and the rain doesn't affect their work, you know......." Tupper's rambling was endless, his eyes rolling slightly. He was a little curious about the guy in front of him who couldn't tell his actual age, especially the accent of the other party's speech was a bit Bogota.

"Please don't fight too long." Mo Lei took out the document folder and opened it with a 'snap', "Are you Mr. Thuber?" ”

The foreman stared at his credentials for several seconds, "Yes. He yelled at the person on the other end of the line, "Damn the bummer, I'll call you again." ”

Hanging up the phone, he stood up and looked at Mo Lei, "People from the government? ”

"That's right!"

"Why aren't you all over yet?" The foreman was indignant, "I'll come every few days." ”

"Mr. Thubper, I'm afraid you haven't figured out the situation yet, my team is working with the NSA to ......."

"The NSA? What's wrong? The foreman's small eyes stared at Mo Lei stunned, "We are all ordinary people, what does it have to do with your national security?" ”

"It's related now." Mo Lei put the documents into his bag and took a step closer to the foreman, aggressively, "It is said that you have transported several batches of explosives here?" ”

The foreman took a step back, "It's locked up, and the number is counted every day." He said impatiently, "But count them one by one." ”

"We don't think so, otherwise I wouldn't be here."

"What do you mean?"

"There was a bombing in Barranquilla yesterday, you should have seen it in the news. A restaurant near Mount Rotaki was bombed and shredded, killing and injuring countless people. Upon analysis, the serial number and detonator on the explosive cover point to the batch of explosives you are using. ”

"It's bloody." The foreman's little eyes turned like electric fans, and he said, "We haven't lost anything here." ”

"We'd better check it out." Mo Lei's attitude was a little more softened, "After all, there is more than one construction site in Volks, and it is possible that the same batch of goods has been sent to several construction sites." ”

The foreman nodded approvingly, opened the lock on the iron door, and walked into the warehouse with Mo Lei.

The explosives in the concrete warehouse were not stick explosives one by one, but strips of explosives about 12 centimeters long, 7 centimeters wide and 5 centimeters thick, with 24 pieces in a small box. This foreman didn't seriously open the box and inspect it at all.

After walking around the warehouse, he took the trouble to open a box of explosives and carefully check the serial number, Mo Lei turned his head and told the foreman, "That's right, it's exactly this." By the way, please prepare a letter of approval. ”

"What is the endorsement?" The foreman asked in surprise.

"I'm going to take a box back for an evidence test."

"What?"

"I'll tell you the truth, Mr. Thubper, you may be in a lot of trouble, you signed for the explosives, but I don't think you even counted them. I suggest that you cooperate well, and any form of resistance may be interpreted as a defense of the co-accused. You know, it's your responsibility to keep these explosives after all. To be honest, I don't think you have much to do with it, but I'm just a field investigator, but then again, my testimony is important. ”

"How can it be so serious?" The foreman tilted his head to look at Mo Lei, his face full of indifference, but his constantly moving feet betrayed him.

"Although our country has weapons everywhere, it does not mean that explosives can be taken out at will to bomb ordinary people." Mo Lei stood in place and looked at the foreman with contempt.

"What did you just say you wanted me to sign? You can sign it as you say, by the way, how to write the approval letter. ”

……

After leaving the construction site, Mo Lei drove a black Ford two blocks north, found a hardware store, bought ten dry batteries, ten plastic containers that could hold five liters, plus a roll of electric bell cord and a can of black spray paint. He asked the clerk for an extra-large cardboard box so that the items would not get wet in the rain.

At 11:10 a.m., by the river in the shantytown of the northern suburbs.

Mo Lei sat in the back seat of the black Ford SUV, he put the last alarm clock in a plastic container, put the bar explosive next to the battery, and listened carefully to the steady ticking sound of the clockwork mechanism - it was good, it was working properly. He closed the plastic lid of the container and sealed it firmly with duct tape.

The alarm clock sets the time of explosion in order, and the engraving of the transmission rod bites the groove of the gear, and after seven hours and twenty minutes, they will explode in turn according to the set time.

Like the other nine devices in front of him, he sprayed the last container black. The dark brown back seat was a mess for him, but he had already figured out that if he could get out of Botero Manor, he planned to put a few hundred dollars next to the driver's seat mat to give the owner of the basement a little comfort.

What else is important compared to the lives of those around you?

I don't know if we will all end up together?

Mo Lei took out his mobile phone, thought about it, and dialed a string of numbers. He remembered Xiao Yu's phone call and remembered the ...... of several comrades-in-arms

Without him, it's just a matter of separation!

……

When Zhou Rui looked at his watch, it was also eleven o'clock, and after he appeared from the Bogotá airport, he was quickly led into a Ford Taurus car by a man in black with an ordinary appearance and a serious expression. The man in black turned to leave after the monster got into the car, and there was only one driver in the Ford Taurus, wearing a blue shirt, jet-black slightly curly hair, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

Ford pulled out of the airport parking lane and headed straight for the county seat of Pereira. After driving for half an hour, the driver took off his glasses, glanced at the demonic beast with his eyes closed in the rearview mirror, and spoke.

"What Santo means is that if you do it at night, there will be too many pedestrians on the streets during the day, and I am afraid that you will hurt innocents, and you will not be able to leave when the police come."

"At night they will be more vigilant." The monster opened his eyes, looked out the window and looked down at his watch, "Let's try to do it between half past six and seven in the afternoon, so that we can cooperate with my brother's actions." ”

"No problem." The driver replied cheerfully, "Gordon has left Pereira, and he must have returned to Medellín." There are three people on our side at the moment, you see, ....... ”

"You are in charge of the perimeter, and we will go in and save people."

"The rest are those four young people." The driver drove the car fast, "Two old men, I'm afraid it won't work, Wang Yuwei, that's the name, right?" I heard that he resisted, and he was seriously injured, and the wounded need to be accompanied, you know. ”

The monster was silent for a long time, "I see. After thinking about it, he said, "Let the other three carry him out." ”

"Is it worth it for the sake of irrelevant people?" The driver looked at the monster in the rearview mirror again, "I'm afraid it's going to die." ”

"Huh." The monster smiled and stopped talking.