"Helicopters?"

Orjoya sneered disdainfully, then sat up, drooping her swollen eyelids in a comical look.

"My people won't let you take me away, so your best bet now is to let me go!"

"Don't dream, Mr. Orgeoa, you don't know how much sacrifice we've sacrificed to catch you all these years, so I'll definitely send you to court!"

"Then we'll see!"

Orgeoya shook his head, then looked at the entire precinct and suddenly said loudly.

"I'll give you 100 million, let me go, and you can get this money!"

Orgeoa's words made the atmosphere of the entire precinct, which had just been a little relaxed, instantly solemnize, and Carrillo's men had even put their hands on the grips of their rifles, and as soon as the slightest movement of these policemen in the precinct made them, they would start shooting in the shortest possible time.

The police officers at the precinct froze until a few seconds later, when one of the new police officers who had beaten one of Orgeois kicked into the makeshift cell.

"Pay back 100 million, you can take a hundred out and show me now!"

Orgeoya had been searched before he entered his cell, and all of his personal belongings had been placed in the storage room, including his wallet and the like, and now he had nothing but the valuable custom clothing he was wearing.

The newcomer's words immediately made the solemn atmosphere just now disappear without a trace, and the police officers in the substation also returned to their respective positions with a haha, but everyone knew that this matter could not end like this.

Not long after the special forces arrived at the substation, a car drove to the door of the substation, and a polite man in a suit walked down from the car.

"How can I help you?"

"I'm bailing out someone!"

The man threw two large bags directly onto the table at the front desk, and without waiting for the police at the door to react, he unzipped them.

"It's bail!"

As the zipper was unzipped, the stuffed duffel bag even squeezed out stacks of dollars tied with rubber bands, and in the pockets, more bills were piled up.

The patrol officer at the front desk jumped up and pressed the alarm bell.

Then, five or six special forces soldiers who were on standby inside rushed out and pointed the 16 rifles in their hands at the man.

"What's going on?"

A special forces non-commissioned officer asked.

"This!"

The patrolman pointed to the bag, and the special forces non-commissioned officer gasped when he looked at it.

"Sir, you need to come and have a look!"

The non-commissioned officer immediately called Carrillo, who arrived and looked at the two bags of bills with joy.

"Good, good!"

"You agreed? Then let them go!"

"Release people, release whom? Blatantly bribing the police, the crime is added to the first degree, and this one will also be arrested!"

The unlucky boy was then beaten to the ground by the special forces soldiers, and then stripped of his coat and thrown into the prison with only a pair of large pants.

And the dollars he sent, Carrillo took one bag, and the remaining bag, he turned around without looking at it.

"Colonel?"

The head of the sub-bureau, who was not sure of what the other party meant, shouted cautiously.

Then Carrillo said.

"Major, I'll take this bag of swag back!"

"Understood!"

At this moment, the director of the sub-bureau couldn't wait to hug Carrillo and kiss him fiercely.

Carrillo also knows that the grassroots police are unreliable, but in this situation, he must stabilize the other party, so it is not impossible to sit back and watch some violations appear.

The money isn't his, anyway!

And Orgeoya in the cell still didn't give up, and wanted to work harder, he told the police,

If you let him go, the money will only be more, and then, his words will be interrupted by Carrillo again.

"What if you have a lot of money, it's not certain whether they will have the opportunity to enjoy it after they get it, so don't bother with that, Mr. Orgeoa, don't force me to gag you!"

After scolding Orgeoa, Carrillo did not forget to prepare his men, the former's men came down so quickly, beyond his expectations, it seems that someone in the police station should have informed Medellín.

Now the soft one can't work, and the other party may have to change to the hard one, so you have to be prepared.

Fortunately for Carrillo, the police chief of the substation looks like a bastard, but at least the bottom line is still there, and the weapons and equipment that should be seen in the arsenal of the substation can at least be seen, including several automatic rifles and shotguns and the like, and the bullets add up to thousands of rounds, plus the special forces themselves carry, it should be enough!

Arriving here first, Carrillo couldn't help but be a little anxious, and the helicopters from the Ministry of the Interior were also coming too slowly!

In fact, this is a bit wrongful for the pilots, Colombia itself does not have any ability to manufacture helicopters, so they are currently equipped with only Huey helicopters that the Americans have replaced, and even the models are not as advanced as the Shadow Company, not to mention that the United States has begun to replace the UH60 Black Hawk helicopter, and Bogotá is hundreds of kilometers away from here, and the helicopter will not be able to fly for a while and a half, which is normal!

It wasn't until an hour later that the call of the helicopter pilots came over the special forces radio, who had flown above the town and were now preparing to land.

Looking at the hovering helicopter, Carrillo finally had a smile on his face, and he asked his men to pull out the smoke grenade to show the latter where to land, and then raised his head and watched the thing slowly descend with his mouth wide open.

Seeing that the helicopter was only a few dozen meters away from the ground, suddenly a flash of fire flickered and pounced from afar, and then slammed into the side and rear of the helicopter.

The expression on Carrillo's face hadn't even frozen.

After the fire hit the helicopter, an even more violent explosion exploded behind the side of the helicopter, directly destroying the entire tail of the Huey helicopter.

Then, with billowing black smoke and flames, the helicopter kept spinning and falling in the air, and at the last moment, the pilot did not forget to do his best to control the attitude of the plane, and the co-pilot was desperately calling for help.

But with the entire tail fin gone, the Huey helicopter was unable to stabilize itself, and then, under Carrillo's watchful eye, the helicopter landed in the parking lot opposite the police station.

The huge fuselage slammed into the ground, causing an even more violent explosion that engulfed several police cars in the parking lot.

"Anti-aircraft missiles? Why the hell does Medellin have this thing?"