There are many armed forces active in Colombia, and the divisions of their camps are magical, from left to right, against the church, simple anarchy, in short, all kinds of factions have taken root here, and everything is full of life.

Although these forces have different tendencies and different compositions and demands, they have the same pursuit of interests, so they will also put aside their prejudices at certain moments, provided that there is enough money.

The 19 guerrillas were one of the so-called left guerrillas, but they had nothing to do with the Soviet Union and the mysterious forces, and they had nothing to do with color, and they could only be regarded as an anti-establishment guerrilla force at best.

Most of its members were democrats, students, and peasants in Colombia at the time.

Although the ingredients seem to be capable of doing big things, in fact, the 19 guerrillas have been fighting petty all these years, beating a few unlucky stuffy sticks today, burning a police post tomorrow or something, of course, they have not done anything else, but the end is more miserable.

Due to lack of funds, the 19 guerrillas kidnapped the sister of the Orchoa brothers, one of the top leaders of the Medellín group, and tried to extort a ransom, but this trick was of little use to Pablo, who not only did not give money, but also organized his men to launch a frenzied hunt for the 19 guerrillas.

The 19 guerrillas were naturally no match for Medellín, and after being brutally hunted down by the Medellín group, the commander of the 19 immediately sued Pablo for peace in humiliation, and Pablo did not torture the rest of the people again.

He spared the remaining guerrillas and gave them back a sum of money, but at the cost that the 19 guerrillas had to do what he ordered.

And just after Pablo's assassination of the Minister of Justice, an unexpected guest came to the camp of the 19 guerrillas in the jungle.

This man was none other than Pablo's henchman Poison, who carried a box full of two million dollars and placed it in front of the commander.

"Mr. Pablo needs you to do something, and when it's done, there's two million dollars!"

The commander looked at the full banknotes and the excited eyes of his subordinates, thought for a few seconds, accepted all the banknotes, and then said.

"We're going to go to the soup and we're going to do it!"

"Something will be delivered tomorrow, and I'll talk about the specifics when the time comes!"

The next day, several trucks loaded with various guns and ammunition arrived at the partisan camp, and then two flatbed trucks brought in two large men covered with cloths, and when the partisans removed the canvases, they found that they were two 3 Stuart tanks.

This is a light tank developed by the United States in World War II, equipped with a 37 mm gun, and three machine guns, this tank evaluation is OK, except for some bad use, it is very easy to use, after the war, many countries in South America have enough to buy some such equipment, including Colombia, Venezuela and other countries.

"What is this?"

"For you!"

Poison played with an old tank hat and helmet, explained.

"Mr. Pablo has been in a little trouble lately, and I know that you are at odds with the Colombian government, so I would like to send you some useful gifts!"

"So what do we need to do?"

"It doesn't have to be too much trouble, just go to a place and burn something!"

Poison said lightly.

"By the way, you shouldn't be short of drivers, right?"

"Sure, we're not short of drivers, but what place are you talking about?"

"The Palace of Justice in Bogotá!"

Poison grinned, then said.

On a sunny morning, the residents of Bogotá went to work and school as usual after the sun rose, and no one felt any difference between today and yesterday, as the capital, Bogotá has always been the focus of national defense, even if the dark corners of this place are full of dirt, but as long as the sun shines, then this is the hope capital of Colombia.

0830 hours at the Palace of Justice

The janitor Joshua was at eight o'clock with his comrades

Although in the past, there was no need for military police to stand guard at the Palace of Justice, but after the assassination of the Minister of Justice not long ago, in order to ensure the safety of judicial personnel, military police were stationed here.

Sergeant Joshua held a rifle in his arms and wandered carelessly in front of the gate, while scanning the employees who passed by, although everyone hates standing guard and being on duty, but if he doesn't have a choice, the Palace of Justice is still his first choice, because there are many female staff, just after a while, Sergeant Joshua has been in love several times.

The sergeant was so distressed that there were so many women who fit his aesthetics that he didn't know who to make an invitation to when he got off work, and just as he was agonizing about it, two sharp brakes came over.

The sergeant looked at the road at the corner of the square, and at some point two military trucks appeared, and then more than two dozen Colombian soldiers who looked more like bandits jumped out of the cars.

Then the men walked here.

"What part are you from? No parking is allowed here, go park your car ......."

The sergeant slung his rifle behind his back, ready to go over and teach the newcomers the rules of the city, but as he walked forward, the soldiers scattered and wrapped him in the middle.

The sergeant didn't react until a dagger stabbed him in the waist and spun around a few times.

"You?"

Sergeant Joshua trembled and tried to say something, but the pain kept him speechless and he could only let out a ho-ho gasp sound, and his eyelids became more and more sleepy, and soon he could no longer lift them.

Sergeant Joshua, who had been stabbed to death, had not yet collapsed when his body was picked up and thrown into the back of the car, and the soldiers, having killed another sentry in the same way, rushed into the Palace of Justice.

Inside the gate was also a security guard belonging to the Palace of Justice, who sensed that something was wrong when he saw the soldiers enter the gate, but before he could give a warning, the latter had already raised his weapon and began to fire in all directions.

And after the gunfire reached the square outside, hundreds of armed men surrounded two tanks and killed them, with a clear goal, that is, the Palace of Justice.

The two Stuart tanks ruthlessly ran over the road, then drove up to the square in front of the Palace of Justice, crushed the beautiful and neat flower beds, and then, the tanks stopped and raised their guns, and under the surprised gaze of passers-by, they fired at the top of the Palace of Justice.

The violent explosion shattered the nearby glass, and debris and artillery blasted construction mud fell to the ground.

And after the first shot, the gunner still seemed to feel that it was not enjoyable, and fired a second shot.