The police thought things would settle easily when the army arrived, but when a company of gendarmes arrived, they realized that the army could not do anything about it.

Although the specific situation had been reported in advance, after the military police arrived, they did not hesitate to try to conduct a wave of fire reconnaissance like the police, and then they were killed by a tank cannon and rushed to the front of the company commander, and even a Stuart tank felt that it was not enjoyable after a shot and launched a counter-charge.

The driver operated the tank through the square, and then swaggered against the guns and bullets of the gendarmes to scrap six military vehicles, smashed seven street lamps and two mailboxes, and then demolished half of the façade by the way, and retreated unscathed.

So the gendarmes and the police began to squat in the pit very honestly.

There was also a small episode, when the gendarmes and police were sitting in place, reporters and photographers from a Colombian media company tried to break through the blockade and go to collect first-hand information, and they broke through the blockade at one point, set up equipment and lines in the square, and then were carried away by the police who chased them with equipment, but the photographer still captured a few seconds of footage, including the guerrilla tanks and the burning Palace of Justice.

It was not until the forty-seventh minute after the guerrillas occupied the Palace of Justice that the Minister of the Interior arrived in a hurry, and although he had not experienced such a thing, he at least had a clear idea of what he should do now.

"Expand the cordon, shut up the media, and find a way to get me some tanks!"

Annoyed, tearing off the tie around his neck, the Minister of the Interior gasped and looked at the square a kilometer away, where he could directly see the guerrilla soldiers and their tanks, and he could see that the guerrilla soldiers were very happy, they were sharing cigarettes and food in the corners of the square, not at all worried that the snipers would blow their heads out.

"These damn guys!"

The Minister of the Interior is very much trying to give the intelligence services a big mouth at the moment, the guerrillas brought tanks into the city, they didn't even have any warning, did these guys spend every year, all the money they spend every year become drugs and stuff them into their heads?

"What the hell are those guys trying to do, doesn't anyone know?"

"I'm sorry, sir, we attacked twice, but both failed!"

The chief of police and the deputy chief of the police looked like they were full of fireworks, their clothes were also tattered, and even the chief had bandaged gauze on his face, which looked like they had experienced a fierce battle.

But in fact, both of them just rolled on the ground a few times, and then made a small cut in their faces, fearing that if they showed up intact, they would be severely tortured.

"You shit!"

The Minister of the Interior glanced at the miserable two, but did not curse any more, the police force did not even have many heavy machine guns, let alone bazookas, and they were no opponent at all in the face of tanks, as long as the other party was willing, the police and gendarmes here could be killed at any time.

"Send someone over and see what those guys are trying to do!"

The Minister of the Interior sighed helplessly, after the accident at the Palace of Justice, many government troops were on their way, but because the time was already half past nine in the morning, close to ten o'clock, it would be the peak traffic in Bogotá, and those people were stuck in the road and would not be able to catch up for a while and a half.

"Pablo is a great gift for us!"

"Sir, aren't the guerrillas doing it?"

"19 What kind of composition of the guerrillas, you don't know, those people usually have a problem even eating in the mountains, and now they can drive tanks to rampage in Bogotá, if there is no Pablo, they use this thing?"

"But we don't have proof?"

"The evidence is all burned by a fire!"

"How's it going, aren't you ready yet?"

"Ready!"

The police chief stepped out of the car with a generous expression on his face, he had already removed all his identification, even the expensive watch and ring, if you just looked at him, no one would think that this guy was the director of the Bogotá police department

long, but will think that this is a grassroots old policeman who has been forced all his life.

"Sir, I'm going!"

Holding back his fear, the director smiled ugly, and then, in the tragic gesture of a warrior who would never return, moved his legs, raised his hands in the air, and at the same time held a large white flag in his hand, and walked towards the other side of the square.

The guerrillas noticed the guy before he set out, and as soon as he stepped into the square, Stuart's tank turrets spun along, and then, the partisan commander, who was enjoying the Justice's red wine and a delicious sandwich breakfast in the Palace of Justice, ordered the other party to come over.

This is less than a kilometer away, and the director walks extremely cautiously, for fear that he will make some mistake and stimulate the other party and move his head.

The guerrilla soldiers, on the other hand, could not wait that long, and seeing that this guy had only walked less than 300 meters in five minutes, several guerrilla soldiers immediately drove the car and killed him, and then stuffed the person into the car without saying a word.

And the director didn't forget to shout a few words when he was stuffed into the car, saying that he was just an ordinary policeman, and he was ordered to check the situation, please don't hurt him.

"Our director is there, if you have a grudge, go find him!"

The director pointed in the direction of the deputy director, and then said.

But the soldiers were clearly not interested, and after examining the chief's body, they took him to the Palace of Justice.

In the Chief Justice's office, the Director met the Commander of 19, who was sitting in the judge's seat enjoying a delicious steak and red wine, while the Chief Justice himself lay dead in front of the office door.

"See him?"

"See!"

The chief nodded, and said with disgust, because the death of the chief justice was simply too tragic, and the guerrillas had slit his throat with a knife and then cut off a part that would grow larger and stuffed it back into the justice's mouth, while the guerrilla commander was eating and drinking as if nothing was wrong.

"We still have more than two hundred hostages in our hands, if we don't want them to be like this one! Then you'd better remember what I'm going to say!"

"I understand!"

"We want a ransom of 100 billion dollars, demand that the current president step down, renew the election, demand that the government scrap the extradition treaty, and expel all Americans, including mercenaries and those DEA agents! In addition, we would like to hand over the entire contingent, especially the commander, Major Carrillo!"

The commander of 19 reported a whole bunch of conditions in one go.