Originally, in order to take care of the safety of the arresters, after the restriction order was lifted, the manor immediately became lively for three minutes, and in the dense gunfire one after another, the sound of explosions one after another was also continuous.

In addition to the bazookas, the PCs were also equipped with 203 grenades and 79 grenade launchers, the former of which can be mounted on a rifle, which is much lighter than the 79.

In such a short firefight, the PC's skilled shooters can accurately shoot grenades into windows or doorways, and it is not fun to shoot grenades into houses, and government troops even shoot rockets directly into houses, blowing up Medellín's guards crying wolves.

Even the reinforcements of the Colombian Marines carried flamethrowers, and the guards who hid in the sturdy houses thought they would be able to sit back and relax by blocking the doors and windows of the houses, and then the rolling fire dragon sprayed into the room along the cracks, turning all the guys inside into barbecues.

Under the absolute suppression of force, the Medellín guards in the manor resisted for nearly an hour, and were finally completely defeated, those who were still alive dropped their weapons and walked out of the bunker with their hands raised to surrender to the government forces, and their various weapons were thrown to the ground in a mess, but no one cared, after handing over the captives to the police force for torture, the PC and the marines began to dig three feet into the ground to find Pablo, but soon, by interrogating the captives, they knew that when the fleet landed, Pablo had already run out through the tunnel.

Major Carrillo found the tunnel where the other party had escaped, a rather spacious escape route that led from the manor to the fishing village a few kilometers away, where Pablo had prepared speedboats and vehicles for escape.

"Damn!"

Carrillo angrily kicked the innocent pillar on the side.

He couldn't accept such an outcome, they tried their best to win over informants, buy intelligence, and organize closely, but the result was this result, although they also captured a lot of middle-level cadres in Medellin, but their weight was not comparable to that of the Big Four!

While Carrillo was frantically venting his inner dissatisfaction, the door of the underground passage was opened again, and Hannibal, dressed in battle, walked out silently, and then leaned against the wall, watching Carrillo go crazy.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Carrillo, tired and out of breath, stopped.

"Calm down?"

"Sort of!"

"Then let's take a look at our gifts!"

Hannibal's mysterious smile made Carrillo's brain froze suddenly, and he stopped, then looked at the other man with a little expectation.

"What did you find?"

"The best Christmas present, you know!"

Hannibal returned to the ground without looking back, and the gunfire that had just stopped for a long time rang out again, only this time not in the manor, but outside the manor, and the Medellín armed forces guarding the entire mountainous area were mobilized and rushed towards the manor.

But their counterattack was of no avail, the government forces that had taken full control of the manor now had strong bunkers, and they had captured the munitions in the manor, and they could even call in the artillery support of the naval warships, and it was impossible for the armed forces of Medellín to retake the manor.

Ignoring the gunshots, Carrillo followed Hannibal briskly through the manor's passages strewn with burning marks and debris from the explosions, through the burned gardens, the bombed-out fountains, and finally to a small, half-ruined bungalow.

Here, several PCs with Medic logos are caring for a wounded man who has fallen to the ground, and on the side, there are several Medellín cadres.

"Who is this guy?"

Hannibal pointed to the wounded who had fainted on the ground, and then said to the captive.

"He's Carlos Red!"

A captive who had clearly been beaten immediately spoke.

"Carlos Red?"

Carrillo glanced at the wounded on the ground, then raised his voice uncertainly.

"This guy is Carlos Red? You didn't lie to me?"

"Don't dare, don't dare, he's Carlos Red!"

The captives shook their heads again and again,

Even assured by his grandmother that the wounded on the ground was Carlos Red.

That is, one of the Big Four in Medellín, the guy who claims to be the head of the Fourth German Reich!

It's just that the current Red is very different from the past, in the past, Red was ruddy, full of energy, and high-spirited, and now lying on the stretcher with a withered face, skinny, and the past is almost like two people.

"We've confirmed, it's him!"

Hannibal pulled out a photograph and handed it to Carrillo, who took it and compared it several times before finally bringing the two together.

"How did this guy become like this? Addicted to drugs?"

"No, it is said that after coming back, he was imprisoned by Pablo, he wanted to rebuild his power, but the other three did not have any help, this guy suffered a serious psychological blow, and then he got seriously ill, and then it became like this!"

"Sick? That's a good reason to avoid judgment!"

Carrillo snorted.

In fact, Pablo is still very willing to provide for his close partner, as long as he keeps to himself, and even in order to let him take care of his health, Pablo also specially brought Carlos over and arranged a room with the best location for him.

At the time of the surprise attack of the government army, Pablo and his other two partners were negotiating cooperation, so the three of them left directly through the secret passage, and Carlos was left behind because he was weak and still recuperating, in fact, Pablo did not deliberately leave the other party, he arranged poison and asked the other party to evacuate with Carlos.

But the people of the poison faction met the PC halfway, and the two sides met and the fight was hot, and there was no time to evacuate the people, and then in the middle of the battle, I don't know who fired a rocket into the building, which collapsed a corner of the building, and it happened to be Carlos's bedroom, so the drug dealers thought Carlos was dead, and immediately gave up the plan to evacuate the other party.

The PCs didn't care about the small building, which didn't seem to be anyone, and continued to chase the enemy until the team in charge of cleaning up behind them entered, only to find the smashed Carlos Red.

"That's a consolation prize!"

Hannibal patted the other man on the shoulder.

"Consolation? No, this guy is the first prize, and although he has lost ground, he is still one of the Big Four in Medellín!"

Carrillo crouched down, carefully covered the other party with a blanket, and then said.

"Catching him would be a huge blow to Medellín!"

"Shouldn't I congratulate you first? Lieutenant Colonel Carrillo?"

"It's low, there's this guy, I'm also a colonel!"