"This guy really has a big heart!"

"yes, and you have such a good appetite!"

There's nothing more painful than having a big meal in front of them and not being able to enjoy it, and if there is, it's that they're going to watch someone else eat it while they only have a cold sandwich on hand.

"Head, do we count this as a work injury?"

The radio soon rang out for a muffled answer, and the two PC scouts who were on a mission at the outpost thought there was something wrong with the radio.

But then, the radio rang out with the voice of their big boss.

"Don't talk while eating, you see, your steak is all sprayed on me!"

Then Hannibal's vague answer rang over the radio again, and although the sentry couldn't make out what he was saying, judging by the tone of voice, the guy must be boasting about something.

In order to prevent their ears from being tortured any longer, the two PCs decisively turned off the intercom, and then held a telescope covered with a blackout cloth, and continued to monitor Benitez, who was enjoying a cozy lunch in a small restaurant in the building opposite them.

This should be regarded as a little fetish of the latter, as long as he is in the city of Cali, he will come to an old restaurant at 34 Central Avenue in the valley area every day for lunch.

A pan-seared medium-rare steak with a variety of fine accompaniments, a freshly pan-fried fish from the sea, and a glass of fine champagne.

Benitez would arrive at eleven o'clock and enjoy the lunch for two hours, even in the corner of the restaurant's alfresco dining area.

At this time, in order not to disturb his meal, the guards around him will be very separated, and will not return to their places until he returns to the car that came to pick him up after eating.

In order to find out the law of the other party's actions, the Shadow Company, the Columby*** newspaper bureau and the CIA have all drawn personnel to be responsible for monitoring, and the other time periods are fine, but the personnel who monitor during the lunch time are complaining, because the surveillance has to monitor the target's actions all the time, so it means that they have to watch each other eat for two hours without moving.

How to cut the steak, how to drink the soup, the high-precision monitoring instrument can even see how he uses the expression of enjoyment to send the food into his mouth and then swallow it slowly.

Therefore, in order not to be tortured, the personnel of this time period all rely on everyone to take turns to alternate, and if they want to suffer, they will also suffer together!

Of course, as a high-level person, they must not suffer this crime, in order to ensure the quality of their lunches, Shepard directly transferred the executive chef Emir in the Shadow Company, who was difficult to get out of after he went astray in the DRC.

He was originally in charge of the food and clothing of the local Shadow Company personnel in Comoros, and he was considered a leader, so he could have time to delve into other cuisines to compete for the title of celebrity chef, but he still had to come over to cook after a phone call from Shepard.

However, after coming, Emile felt that his life was quite good, because here in Shepard, he didn't have to think about the cost at all, just use the most expensive ingredients to make the line, the lobster must not be less than two feet, the eggs must be sterile, the wine must not be less than five years, and the origin should be limited to a few wineries, Emile has only been in Colombia for two weeks, and he has gained five pounds, which shows how extravagant his usual life is.

But this is also a helpless thing, after all, there is too much stolen money, rather than being divided by the people above at the time, it is better to eat and drink first, and then take out the rest.

So, the monitors weren't that bad, their sandwiches were even made from fresh Angus beef, but they couldn't be eaten hot.

But there is no need to live such a hard life, and after a week of squatting and surveillance, it is time to act..

The next day, after taking care of the bank's business as usual, Benitez and his men continued to the restaurant for lunch, and after enjoying the meal with great satisfaction, he rushed back to take a nap in a sleepy state.

"Go get someone to drive the car! Let's go back!"

His subordinates immediately took the order, and soon, his usual black Ford drove to dinner

In front of the door of the museum, the bodyguard who walked in front stepped forward and pulled the car door.

At this moment, four black Toyota SUVs suddenly burst out of the next lane, and the cars clamped Benitez's car in the form of two front and two back.

Then, the windows opened, and AK rifles stuck out of the windows and began to shoot at Benitez's bodyguards.

More than a dozen bodyguards who followed Benitez were instantly knocked to the ground like mowing grass, and those bodyguards who were on guard around were killed by snipers from high places before they could react after hearing the gunshots.

Within half a minute, Benitez's bodyguards were all killed, and they didn't even have time to fire a few shots.

As for Benitez, he was pinned to the ground by the bodyguards the moment the gun rang out, and then he tried to crawl away tremblingly, but before he could climb a few steps, he heard the sound of the car door opening.

Then, a dozen killers dressed in black jumped out of the car with automatic rifles and quickly unfolded.

These men were extremely sophisticated, examining the bodies and carrying out the controls, and no one stayed by Benitez's side except for the one who took the lead.

And Benitez looked at the black-clad killer walking towards him, and somehow got the courage to get him up from the ground, and then ran away as hard as he could.

It's just that as soon as he ran a few steps, the bullet hit his calf, and Benitez, who almost stumbled and fell, glanced at the killer who was following him unhurriedly behind him, and then said.

"Wait, we have something to say, I have money, a lot of money, how much do Brother Orjoya give you, and I give you double?"

Benitez was responded to by silence and the sound of military boots on the ground.

"Twice can't do it, what about three? I really have money, I take care of more than half of the wealth of the Cali Group, you don't have to worry about betrayal, Mr. Gilberto will guarantee your safety!"

Benitez gritted his teeth and ran towards the square not far away, and the killer still followed unhurriedly, or rather, he followed on purpose, there were fewer people in front of the restaurant, and there were more witnesses in the square, and this was what he wanted.

After Benitez dragged his injured leg for dozens of meters, he finally touched the steps of the square, and then, the killer fired a second shot, hitting his other leg intact.

The residents of the square were frightened by the gunfire and ran in all directions, and some of them looked for cover nearby, and after confirming that a considerable number of people saw him, the killer played by the big bald head immediately raised the AKS rifle in his hand.

"Benitez, you owe the Orchoa brothers, and it's time to pay it back!"

The bald head shouted out the lines in a loud voice, and then shot all the bullets at Benitez in one go.