"Major Carrillo, is it?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm your father!"

Before the poor major, who had been drunk for a long time, could react at this moment, he saw a punching bag-sized fist reach out to his face.

Then, with a bang, Carrillo, a former Columbia police major holding a wine glass, flew out along with the unlucky chair at the bar.

"Hey, what do you want to do?"

The bar, which was already less crowded, immediately fell silent, and the barkeeper with a white beard pulled out an old double-barreled shotgun from under the table and stared at Plumri.

"What are you doing, just pulling a strong man, old man, put your guy down, you don't want this shop to have its license revoked, do you?"

Plomri looked at his boss, who was about his age, and pulled out a Colombian police ID he had received from the Ministry of the Interior.

When the latter saw the marking, he immediately hesitated.

The owner of the bar and the unlucky police officer who was beaten are old acquaintances, the latter because of the confrontation with the drug dealers, and after being assigned to this town after revealing the bottom of the black police, he got drunk in the bar all day long, so the bar owner thought that Plomri was a black police officer who came to find trouble, so although he hesitated for a few seconds, the boss still firmly continued to hold the gun.

"Don't make me repeat!"

"Then don't let me repeat it!"

Plomri sighed helplessly, and then kicked the unlucky guy on the ground again.

"Hey, don't you want to trouble the drug dealers, damn it, your minister said you were a good man, I came to you, why are you such a drunk!"

"Wait, what did you just say?"

"Why, do you want to tell you that I was sent to get this guy down to business?"

"Ah, that's embarrassing!"

The bar owner quickly put the gun down, and then motioned for another drinker to go to the toilet to get a basin of cold water.

"Damn bastards!"

A basin of cold water was poured on it, and Major Carrillo, who had just been drunk, immediately jumped up from the ground.

Then, he was greeted with another old punch.

"Impolite bastard, I came to you in a helicopter and treated the elderly with honorifics!"

This punch completely woke up the opponent, and then the major, who took a few steps back with his nose covered, immediately wanted to shoot back, only to see Plumri whistle.

Then, the door of the bar was slammed open again, and several Shadow Company PCs with large shoulders and round waists and wearing rainforest combat uniforms burst into the room, and then used their size and numerical superiority to punch and kick the unlucky guy who didn't know what was going on at the moment.

And the latter immediately recognized it very obediently in the face of absolute strength and numbers, and then asked the sentence he should have asked a long time ago.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Demon, Major, this is your order, and now, you are under my control!"

"What, shit command, I'm not going to get out of here!"

"Okay, I'll tell you minister and ask him to get someone else to trouble those drug dealers!"

"Wait, wait, you're American?"

"Yes!"

"Damn, okay, I'm sorry, I take orders!"

Carrillo was immediately overjoyed and almost jumped to his feet, the formation of a new army was his proposal to the Minister of the Interior, because the existing army was simply unreliable, and if it was to be effective in fighting drug traffickers, it was necessary to create a clean and clean army.

It's a pity that his suggestion was only a suggestion, the minister didn't adopt it at the beginning, and even later sent himself to the township police station, and spent all day with farmers and livestock, he knew that the minister was to protect himself, he had offended too many people in Bogotá, and there were many people who wanted his own life, so he had no complaints.

But now it seems that years of perseverance have finally paid off, and while it is unclear what role the Americans will play here, it is ironic that for Carrillo the Americans are even more reliable than their fellow police officers

Stab.

Anyway, after receiving the order, Carrillo immediately rushed home, told the good news to his wife, and then followed Primri into a helicopter without even going to the police station.

After arriving at Lampak Air Force Base, Plumri took the lead in throwing a list to the latter, which was the same people as Carrillo, most of them were also transferred or even retired, some were in the township police station like Carrillo, some were in the logistics department, and some went home to farm, so calling these people back was Carrillo's first task.

"But why me?"

"If you don't want to, it's okay, but I'll have to consider changing the team captain!"

Primri was a direct threat.

And the latter obviously cared about his precious captain's position, and immediately drove an old pickup truck and began to frantically fish for people for his team.

In less than a month, Carrillo gathered nearly seventy percent of the people on the list, and the rest either died for some reason, or were disheartened with the country and unwilling to contribute their own strength.

In addition, he also managed to recruit about 100 poor peasant children who were innocent and had a blood feud with drug dealers.

In this way, even if this task force, which numbered less than 200 people, was formed, and even because it had to be kept secret, the external name of the task force was the logistics team of Lampak Air Force Base.

And they don't have any glorious team building ceremonies, let alone any flags of honor flying high.

Shepard wasn't sure what the team would end up with, so he didn't think about it, and all the personnel were told from the moment they entered the team that they would be completely closed for three months.

And this is just an appetizer, because the real big dish is on the first day after the team completes the reorganization.

"You slackers, shit, maggots, *** scumbags, get me up immediately!"

On the other side of the airbase, while the Colombian army was still resting, the door to the task force's barracks was kicked open early, and then, the PC instructor wearing a Penny hat and holding a rubber baton blew his whistle and began to teach everyone.

The instructors selected by Shepard were all from the Marine Corps, not to mention that there was a set of torturing the ears of recruits.

And all sorts of filthy words erupted from their mouths like cannons.

"You damn it, *** shit, what were you doing, a hundred push-ups, start now!"

And the person who bore the brunt of it was naturally Carrillo as the captain.