The vehicle staggered and headed north of Medellín.

After leaving the city, Ethan lifted the curtain of the car and looked outside, and the van was burrowing into the forest along the mountain road.

The more you go, the more you go, the few vehicles on the road.

After turning into a small road, between heaven and earth, only their lonely shadow remained.

The air from outside pours into the trunk of the car, and it is very refreshing.

Looking back, it was busy inside.

"And then."

Catherine grabbed a heavy body armor and threw it to Ethan: "You can quickly change it." ”

"Bumper."

Knocked on the garment twice, making a dull sound.

admired Matt's ability very much, and in just two days, he got a lot of equipment, not only body armor, but also a few helmets.

On top of the bulletproof helmet, night vision devices are installed.

Seeing him fiddle with his helmet in confusion, Catherine taught him how to use it again.

Matt and Phillips glanced at each other, the corners of their mouths upturned.

It seems that everyone has not been idle in the past two days.

The guns, ammunition, and equipment in the box were distributed one by one, except for Catherine, several people were all AR15s, four spare magazines were firmly inserted into body armor, and pistols were also stuffed horizontally in front of their chests.

Catherine examines her sniper rifle, which is what she does best.

All the equipment was fully dressed, and they directly turned into an attack team, and their bodies were full of evil energy, especially a few people from the CIA, and their eyes were full of vengeful anger.

Ten minutes later, the vehicle slowly stopped.

Sandro turned around and said in a muffled voice, "Next, you can only walk, it will take about an hour." ”

"Get out of the car."

Ma nodded and waved his arms.

Jonathan pushed the car door open, and the people inside jumped out one after another.

Surrounded by dense woods, the van is parked in a col, if it weren't for Sandro, this kind of place really can't be found, only competitors, are the ones who know each other best.

The ears are full of insects and birds.

Ethan jumped on the spot, adjusting the objects on his body to be comfortable.

"That's right."

Matt remembered something, reached for his seat, and with a bang, he pulled out a long wooden box.

"Bang dang."

He lifted the lid onto the carriage with a muffled sound.

Two RPG-7s pressed against the straw appeared in the eyes of everyone, accompanied by two rockets.

"Don't look at me like that."

Facing Ethan's disdainful gaze, Matt pressed the cigar on the top of the carriage and said, "Powerful, cheap, easy to use, and easy to find, what more do you want?" ”

That's right, Ethan shrugged.

As long as it's easy to use, whatever it is, AK47 is not flooded all over the world.

He and Jonathan each carried a bazooka, and the rockets were held by Matt and Sandro, and Phillips told the truth that it would be nice to be able to keep up later.

This guy sits in the office all year round and lacks physical fitness.

If it weren't for his strong request, Matt wouldn't necessarily have brought him with him, worried that he would be holding him back.

Sandro soon put on his equipment, and the group led the group into the jungle, and Ethan looked around as he went, remembering the way he had come.

If nothing else, I'm afraid that Sandro will hang up later.

Under the light of the tactical flashlight, the crowd quickly passed through.

The jungle in the middle of the night is a little eerie.

The night birds chirp a few times from time to time, which is very terrible, and the wind blows the trees and rattles.

Only half an hour had passed, and a faint wheezing sound sounded behind him, and he took advantage of the light of the tactical flashlight to see Phillips sweating on his face.

"I'll do it."

Ethan grabbed the assault rifle from his shoulder and hung it on his body.

Not counting body armor and magazines, shuttling through the jungle with a gun weighing nearly eight pounds on his back is not an easy thing for a man who is almost fifty years old, and he can understand it.

As for the weight that hangs on oneself, it is not worth mentioning.

After some time, under Sandro's reminder, everyone turned off the tactical flashlight and walked under the moonlight sprinkled in the woods.

"Ten minutes of rest."

When he came to a hillside, Sandro waved his hand: "Everyone drink water and regain strength." ”

"I came to see it yesterday." He took off his bulletproof helmet, wiped his sweat and said, "This is still five minutes away from the jungle factory, and there are about fifty guards in it, except for the workers. ”

"I'm not sure how many people will be pulled out, so be careful."

With that, he found a place to sit down.

I don't know if Sandro is jealous of their identity, or if he has a more withdrawn personality, and has always maintained a state of separation from everyone.

According to Ethan's judgment, it is mostly due to personality.

They have already cooperated with the CIA, and if they are themselves, they will not be afraid of something.

After a few sips of mineral water, he returned the gun to Phillips.

I took out the cigarette case and patted it on my hand.

"Give."

He walked over to Sandro and handed out a cigarette.

In the jungle, five minutes away, with zero risk of exposure, Matt was on the sidelines, leaning against the trunk of a tree and sucking on that half of a cigar.

"Thanks, I don't smoke."

Sandro looked up and saw that it was Ethan, squeezing out a small smile.

"Is this your daughter?"

Lighting a cigarette, Ethan crouched down and looked at the pocket watch in his hand.

Embedded in it is a picture of a sweet-looking little girl smiling brightly at the camera.

"That's right."

When Sandro looked at the photo, his eyes were no longer gloomy, but full of light: "This is a gift from God." ”

"Yes, she is." Ethan asked curiously:

"She's in Colombia?"

As soon as these words came out, Sandro's eyes flashed with a light and he looked at him vigilantly.

"Yo."

Ethan raised his hands and said casually, "You relax, I don't have any ill will." ”

Seeing that the other party put away the pocket watch with a guarded face, Ethan shook his head and smiled, stood up and walked to Catherine on the side.

Everyone, has his weakness.

For most fathers, children are the most vulnerable and important place in their hearts.

Given Sandro's status, it's not an exaggeration for him to have that reaction.

Ten minutes passed in a flash, and everyone set off again.

Deep in the jungle, the roar of generators rang out.

Five or six wooden houses, large and small, were scattered in a slightly empty clearing, and the faint light flickered on and off with the sound of the generator.

In the middle of the place, a large wooden shed was erected.

The long tables were full of all kinds of utensils, and the wooden shelves on the ground next to them, and the bags of flour were piled up in layers.

A dozen armed guards walked back and forth, yawning and looking out into the dark woods.

They were cursing frantically in their hearts, and they didn't know who did it to the Blanco family, so that they had so many people working here in the middle of the night, just to guard against the impossible attack.

On a dirt slope in the distance, shrubs swayed gently.

The slender barrel slowly stretched out, and the bipod fell to the ground, standing firmly.

"Number 4 is in place."

Catherine lay on the ground, the butt of her gun against her shoulder.

She said something as she held down the microphone, tilting her head to look inside the scope. (End of chapter)