Deep in the dense forests of Colombia, the birds in the woods fled the ground after a burst of gunfire. Ben Ali, dressed in military uniform, smiled with relief as he looked at the drug dealer turned warrior.

Ben Ali's greatest skill in life is fighting. Ben Ali will do nothing else. Ben Ali grew up in the countryside of Mali, a country tormented by poverty, disease, and endless civil wars. In order to leave the country, Ben Ali worked hard to join the French Foreign Legion stationed in Mali and began his career as a mercenary.

The biggest advantage of the French Foreign Legion is that after serving for a certain number of years, you can apply for French citizenship and then settle in France. In order to leave his homeland, Ben Ali trained himself hard and tried to express himself in the execution of his mission. It can be said that it was almost the French dream in his heart that supported him through those difficult years.

Just when Ben Ali was about to realize his dream, a sudden event shattered his French dream. Once, when a high-ranking officer of the Legion tried to insult a refugee's daughter, Ben Ali intervened to stop him out of a sense of justice. And also reported this official to the above. What Ben Ali didn't expect was that the Foreign Legion, which flaunted honor and loyalty, expelled Ben Ali.

From then on, Ben Ali embarked on the path of no return as an underground mercenary, and in the years that followed, he smuggled himself to Europe, where he had no identity and no skills, so he had to work for the gangsters to do assassination and security work.

By chance, Ben Ali took over the task of a Dutch drug cartel. But just as he was serving as a temporary bodyguard for one of the group's leaders, the drug cartel was in conflict. In order to get his reward back, Ben Ali desperately protected his client. Perhaps out of gratitude, his client helped him secure residency in the Netherlands after the fact.

Ben Ali worked as a bodyguard for the drug cartel for a while, but the cartel was dismantled by the Dutch police soon after. Ben Ali traveled to Aruba, married and had children, and had a happy time. Later, because of his offspring and family, Ben Ali needed money even more. So after a period of silence, Ben Ali went back to his old job.

Although he did all illegal activities, because all the commissions Ben Ali accepted were located abroad, he did not leave any criminal record except for frequent trips abroad.

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After the Battle of La Modero, Ben Ali had a good time in Medellín, and Escobar trusted him so much that he entrusted him with the task of training and developing the army. As long as Ben Ali spoke, Escobar would procure weapons and military supplies as he proposed. Seeing the troops in his hands becoming more and more decent day by day, Ben Ali's heart rose with a great sense of accomplishment for no reason.

Unfortunately, it was at this time that a call from his wife in Aruba found him. And told him about the visit of the immigration bureau.

"No way, it's been almost ten years since I got my residency, why is there a problem all of a sudden?" Ben Ali instinctively doubted, to tell the truth, now is a critical moment in training, Ben Ali definitely does not want to leave at this time.

"I heard that it was caused by frequent travel abroad during the time you applied for it! And immigration officials also said that Aruba's immigration department recently changed the rules to require immigrants who have stayed for less than three years to report within this week. Otherwise, it will be regarded as invalid application......" Ben Ali's wife babbled on the phone for a long time, but she never said why, and the more Ben Ali listened, the more confused he became.

After putting down the phone, Ben Ali figured it out. That is, he had to go back once in a week. So Ben Ali had no choice but to explain the matter to Escobar.

Ben Ali's stuff is simple, there's nothing to pack. He took the time to go to the city of Medellín to buy some Colombian specialties as gifts for his wife and children. He then drove overnight to the northern port city of Barranquilla, from which he had to take a boat because there was no airport on the island of Aruba.

What Ben Ali did not expect was that from the moment he left Medellín, he would be under the control of the Colombian government. And the CIA agents who orchestrated the hoax have also set their sights on him.

The C.I.A. kept an eye on everyone Ben Ali had been in contact with, but to their disappointment, Ben Ali had not met with any particularly important people.

Half an hour before the boat departed, Ben Ali sat in the dining room and mungulated his breakfast. The view from the inside of the restaurant is very open. Ships departing from the port can be seen in the distance. Since it is so early, there are not many passengers who choose to take the boat at this time. So Ben Ali unconsciously noticed the passengers who were waiting for their departure together.

"Why does the guy reading the newspaper in the corner feel like he's seen somewhere?" Ben Ali was looking around and suddenly noticed a guy. He always felt as if he had met this person not long ago, but he couldn't remember when.

Ben Ali got up sharply, wanting to go over and ask if he was a former acquaintance, but as soon as he stood up, he immediately noticed that no less than four pairs of eyes were looking at him at the same time in the restaurant, and Ben Ali immediately understood.

"Run!" Ben Ali had only one thought in his mind at the moment. Like a cheetah, he threw away all his luggage and rushed out the gate.

"Report, the prey has spotted us!" The intelligence officer in charge of monitoring Ben Ali also rushed to follow, and the person who was left behind immediately reported the situation on the stealth intercom.

Ben Ali jumped straight from the second floor of the restaurant in a hurry, and before he could stand firmly, a car braked sharply next to him. Ben Ali ran away. Several people rushed out of the car and immediately rushed towards him.

Ben Ali pulled out his pistol from his waist, and without looking back, he hit it with his hand.

"Bah...... Woo ......"

"Everyone, pay attention, don't shoot, stay alive!" Instructions from superiors immediately came from the headphones of the team members.

Ben Ali had just finished breakfast and had not been running long before his stomach ached. At this moment, the man who was following him jumped up and hugged him from behind. Immediately after that, the people behind also pressed up, everyone was like a stack of arhats, desperately rushing up, Ben Ali roared angrily and was pressed to the bottom.

"Bah...... Woohoo ......" There were a few muffled noises from under the crowd.