After a brief treatment, Carlos Red woke up, and when he opened his eyes to the government soldiers surrounding him, he wished he had closed his eyes again.

"Awake? Just wake up, the helicopter is ready, the hospital bed has been connected to you, you can recuperate with peace of mind, and the federal court can arrange a prison for you!"

"No, it won't!"

Carlos said reluctantly.

"You can't judge me, Pablo Escobar won't give up on me!"

"yes, that's a shame!"

Hannibal shook his head, then pointed into the distance.

"But the three of them ran away as soon as they could, leaving you here!"

Carlos's already pale face was even closer to Tie Qing at this moment, and he seemed to struggle to sit up, only to be pressed on a stretcher by the medics.

"I can give you money!"

"yes, what about the money?"

"Thirty million, all innocent dollars, if you let me go, you can get it!"

"We'll only release people when we get the money!"

"That can't be!"

"Then there's no need to talk about it!"

Hannibal spread his hands and was about to leave, but Carlos shouted again.

"Wait, we can talk!"

"What to talk about, Mr. Carlos Red, oh no, honorable Imperial Führer, if you have hole cards, then we will naturally talk, but now you are a wreck lying on a stretcher, what can you talk about, how much money do you have, give it all to us, let us let you go? And what about the money?"

"As long as you let me go, I'll see you!" Million! No, eighty million!"

"Thank you, but give you to the above, they will give us eight million, and I want those eight million more than your unseen and untouchable eighty million!"

Carlos looked pitiful and depressed, but Hannibal did not relent, he had seen the other party's inheritance, the mountains of drugs, and the drug-carrying planes that had been thrown away as garbage, and those planes had even piled up into an island in the sea.

So, no matter what happens to Carlos, he deserves it!

"I can tell you where the money is, but how can you promise that you'll release me when you receive it?"

"You don't have a choice!"

"I can take you!"

"Not interested!"

Hannibal shook his head, looking like he didn't eat oil.

Seeing that there was no hope of persuading Hannibal, Carlos immediately changed the target of persuasion to the PC next to him, but the latter also scoffed, what can be obtained is called money, and what is not in hand is waste paper, not to mention, a full meal or a full meal, the PCs can still distinguish clearly!

"Alright, the helicopter is coming soon, are you ready to see the doctor?"

Looking at the helicopter approaching in the distance, Carlos knew that he had to make a choice, and if he was taken to Bogotá, he would have only one fate, that is, to hand over to the Americans through an extradition agreement, and the Americans naturally could not make him feel better, at least fifty years to start, and there was no chance of bail at all.

"Okay, I can tell you a place, but you'll have to find a way to get me out!"

"Then I don't want to! Who knows if there will be an ambush, a trap, and what if something happens to my people?"

"That place is my safe house, not many people know about it, there will be no traps!"

"Then I don't believe it, we are mercenaries, we eat contract meals, if we let you go, we won't be able to mix in the future!"

"That's enough money for you to spend ten lifetimes, and you don't need to do this kind of work anymore!"

"Then I'll think about it!"

Looking at Hannibal, who was moved, Carlos didn't care about anything else, and even pouted vigorously.

"That's a huge amount of money, you can't earn it in your life, if you follow ***, you can make more!"

"You promise?"

"I promise!"

"And where's that place?"

"Helicopter!"

Carlos reminded.

"It's okay, that's our helicopter!"

"Well, I'll tell you!"

Carlos then spat out an address, which was a secret home in the Bahamas, which was used to put money and had never lived in it.

"My men will take you to the helicopter, I'll make sure, if you lie to us! Get ready to be a trapeze!"

Carlos was then pressed onto the plane by a dozen PCs, and he was followed by several other helicopters, each of which was stuffed with Medellín prisoners, all of whom were officially handed over to the prosecution at the airport to prove that the government was really doing its job in anti-narcotics.

And Hannibal directly turned his head and contacted Shepard, who immediately contacted Hudson, who also had someone in the Bahamas, and soon the news came from the other party that they had found several walls of banknotes in the mezzanine of the room, the value is difficult to estimate, but it will certainly not be less than 10 million!

"This guy is really willing!"

"After all, this kind of moment is like your stomach is about to vent but you don't have a tissue, in an emergency, people will desperately grasp any life-saving straw that can be grasped! Even if it's a stone!

"Your parable!"

Hannibal doesn't want to complain anymore, there is still a firefight here in the manor, and the PC has not been completely evacuated, so he has a lot of work, and the next task will be handed over to Shepard.

And Carlos on the plane is still waiting for news, they are still more than a hundred kilometers away from Bogotá, if the plane lands, it will really be hopeless!

It's not that he didn't want to buy those PCs, but the latter were more realistic than the other, and Carlos was relieved until the co-pilot called for someone to answer the radio.

Then, he saw a PC walk out of the cockpit with a smile.

"You're lucky to have found the money, Mr. Carlos!"

"And how are you going to let me go?"

"You'll find out later!"

In the next second, Carlos was pressed to the ground by several pairs of large hands, and then, the medical soldier accompanying him unceremoniously picked up the syringe and injected him with a sedative.

Hannibal never thought of letting people go, anyway, it's normal for mercenaries to backtrack on three sides, and even the money, they didn't want to steal it, after all, it wouldn't be good if Carlos said it at the trial later, so it's better to pull the CIA's good brothers to participate in it, although the money you get in hand will be much less, but someone will help you with something else.

And Shepard's evaluation of this matter is that he blames the atmosphere in Latin America for being too bad, and his good military command has become such a villain, which is really bad, it is all his own fault, in order to punish himself, he decided to drink three more glasses at the wine table, which is regarded as atonement for himself!