"All of this adds up to no less than that!"

Hannibal held out his right hand to Shepard, revealing two fingers, and he couldn't help but shake it a few more times because the numbers were too shocking.

Then, Shepard grabbed his fingers and began to pull them out.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

Hannibal excitedly withdrew his hand and said.

"Give me a few more days, and those guys can confide more!"

"There's no time!"

"Ah, why?"

"Gacha's death can't be hidden for too long, his body will start to decompose in two or three days, so there's no time!"

"I see!"

Hannibal nodded, he also knew the priorities of the matter, and it was a pity that he couldn't pick up more things, but the most important thing was to preserve the existing gains.

"When are you going?"

"Wait until dawn!"

Shepard looked at his watch, he had just come from his residence, and in three hours, it would be dawn, and when that time, he would go to report the news to the embassy and the Colombian Ministry of the Interior.

"Then I'll let them finish now!"

"Well, I'll leave it to you, don't worry, remember, don't leave a trace!"

"Understand, my people are professional!"

Hannibal nodded.

Shepard's aftermath is naturally not a happy ending, and the Shadow Company's actions in the past two days cannot be considered small, so it is necessary to clean up the beginning and the end, otherwise the chicken will fly and the eggs will be beaten.

And a secret, the fewer people who know it, the better, so those who are tortured must not be kept!

Guarding the torture room was the Shadow Team set up by Shepard, Hannibal picked up the phone and called the person in charge, and then said.

"Clean up!"

"Understood!"

The latter immediately hung up the phone in understanding, and then glanced at his subordinates beside him.

The latter picked up the submachine gun and installed the silencer and followed the commander, who pulled out a grenade as he walked towards the torture room.

Upon reaching the door of the torture room, the commander pulled the grenade ring and threw it into the room.

After an explosion, before the smoke cleared, the PC following the commander rushed into the room and began to recharge the corpse that was still twitching on the ground.

The PCs didn't stare at the head, which was a big problem in the eyes of those who care, and they fired at random, like a close-range firefight.

After refilling the guns, the PCs in masks and protective suits stuffed the body into body bags again and sent it to join the corpses in the valley.

They will all be turned into drug dealers killed in battle, and then handed over to the Colombian side, although the Colombian side will not do any more inspections, just find a place to bury them, but the disguise that should be done is naturally enough.

And in addition to these people, the drug dealers who were captured in the valley are also inevitably killed, after all, only the dead will keep secrets, and here in PC, although most people know that they are besieging Gacha, only a few people know that they are torturing money and food, so there is no problem.

And after processing, Shepard looked at the time, which happened to be the time to go to work.

He packed his clothes, got in the car, and went straight to the embassy.

The ambassador is still enjoying breakfast leisurely at the moment, as an ambassador of a country, he naturally can't treat himself badly, a breakfast has crab cakes, mint beef rolls, plum short ribs, several dishes, after seeing Shepard's arrival, the ambassador asked him to sit next to him and eat together.

"Washington is a little unhappy with our recent actions, they feel that we are very inefficient, what do you think we should do?"

"Well, I think you should have an answer!"

Shepard took a sip of lemonade as he munched on the delicious beef roll before replying.

"But I'd love to hear from you front-line workers!"

"Mine

The reply is that, in view of the complex and changeable local environment, the intricacies of the human environment, and the fact that we do not occupy any geographical advantage in the slightest, for the sake of calming ethnic contradictions, racial conflicts, diplomatic disputes, entanglement of interests, and the balance of forces, our actions must be long-term and far-reaching, deliberate, carefully planned, and acted carefully!"

"Well, it's a shame that you didn't come to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"

The ambassador shook his head with some regret, and then said.

"I've always liked freedom, and career isn't my consideration!

"Haha, by the way, did you come to me, is there any good news?"

"Well, yes, Mr. Ambassador, my men accidentally discovered Rodriguez Gacha's hideout while clearing the forbidden crops, and then I mobilized more men to round up the other party, and finally killed Rodriguez Gacha in the firefight!"

"Oh, that's right, huh?"

The ambassador nodded habitually, then reacted.

"Wait, who did you just say?"

"Rodriguez Gacha, nicknamed Mexican, one of the Big Three of the Medellín Group and the head of the Group's armament!"

"You killed Gacha?"

"Yes, the corpse has been identified by his men, and is currently under the tight control of my men!"

"Good, good!"

The ambassador didn't bother to eat, so he just stood up and paced back and forth in the restaurant.

"That's great news!"

"Did you inform anyone else?"

"No, you're the first one!"

"Very good!"

The ambassador wiped his mouth directly, and then pulled Shepard to prepare the secretary's car.

"What are you still eating at the embassy, let's go to the Ministry of the Interior canteen, what do you like to eat?"

"BJ Roast Duck!"

"Chinese food? No problem!"

The ambassador is even more satisfied, they have done something that the Colombian side has not done for more than ten years, so they are naturally qualified to order a difficult order, not to mention the roast duck, Shepard wants a cook, he has to obediently pack it and send it over!

And the Minister of the Interior was naturally dumbfounded, and even almost rolled over from his chair, because the impact of the news of Gacha's death was too great, even less than the British heard that Thatcher was dead.

And the most important thing is that in the external propaganda, there can naturally be no military contractors or the like, so the killing of Gacha is naturally the result of the cooperation between Colombia and the United States, that is to say, this credit will fall on these two, of course, of course, it is natural to thank the assistance of such and such a unit, the support of such and such a bureau, but in any case, the first merit will definitely not be able to run away.

As for the CIA, Shepard didn't forget to inform them, but they were clearly not as interested in the dead as they were in Gacha's assets, and were already preparing to seize and take over.

Shepard, on the other hand, was not in a hurry, after all, he had already eaten a lot of meat in advance, and then, he just needed to continue to pretend to be a good point