Chapter 1302 (1/2)

Bogota, the capital of Colombia, is a city of beauty and crime.

Except perhaps emerald, all foreigners have the same impression of Colombia. There are only two things - drugs and guerrillas. In fact, in addition to these two things, Colombia also has robbers, thieves, vagabonds and typical South American enthusiasm and patience, as well as the ”lazy culture.”.

Since the beginning of the cold war, the country's guerrillas have been fighting the pro american government and the Americans. However, after the collapse of the Soviet Union, the guerrillas who had lost external support deteriorated rapidly and degenerated to the point where they were basically dependent on hostages and drugs. Not only was there a lot less people, but also they completely went from the city to the remote border mountainous areas.

It's hard to say how chaotic this country is. There is an American drama that exposes these phenomena. Its name is the same as the theme it wants to express. It is called drug lord.

Bogota Capital International Airport.

A girl in a foreign dress appeared in the old airport hall.

When passing through the hall, many visitors to and from here frequently looked at the girl and cast a look of surprise and concern.

The reason why she is eccentric is not only because of her appearance which is too delicate for human beings, but also because she is surprised that she dares to come to this city alone at her age. In particular, she did not have any luggage on her hand, which made people wonder whether she was separated from her parents.

However, concern turned to concern, and no one came forward to answer.

Even the policeman sitting at the gate of the airport just glanced at her and continued to doze lazily in his chair.

It's one o'clock in the morning.

The streets outside the airport were brightly lit, but few pedestrians could be seen.

At this time, unless forced, almost no one will choose to travel at night.

Sure enough, she was spotted shortly after she left the airport.

Following the road sign on the satellite map, walking a distance in the direction of the embassy, she noticed that someone was following her. Lilith simply turned into an alley.

When I saw such a beautiful girl appeared here, the tramps huddled in the lane were stunned.

For a moment, they thought they saw the angel.

The next second, the angel in their eyes turned into green money.

Looting tourists is a part-time job for almost all Colombian tramps, especially near the airport.

When they hesitated for two seconds whether to rob or kidnap or to do something else, the faces that appeared at the entrance of the alley changed their faces. Only a second later, they were still ferocious. They scrambled up from the nest made of waste newspapers and left the lane in a hurry.

All of a sudden, the whole alley was empty.

Not because I saw the police.

It's because I saw someone more terrible than the police.

”I didn't expect your face to work so well.” The man with slightly dark skin joked.

”Is it? I think it's the name of Torres that makes it better Another big, ugly looking man grinned.

Standing in the middle of the man did not speak, just with greedy eyes in the girl's skirt under the calf licking.

Abel Torres, an active drug lord in Central America, delivers tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of drugs to the United States every year through the black gang in Florida, which has been regarded as a thorn in the eye by the CIA and the FBI.

However, because of its great influence in Colombia and Panama, he not only colludes with the local judicial department, but also controls a private armed force with a scale of about 500 people, in order to protect the drug variety plantations and factories.

Ironically, the weapons used by his men were basically bought from Americans. In particular, the. 20 caliber heavy machine gun and m-224 mortar, which he had collected in his villa, were given to him in his private name by an American agent named Roberts after he negotiated a big deal.

Except for the dollar and American weapons, the only thing he liked was a 12-3-year-old white girl. It was a great pleasure for him to vent his x-desire and sadism in his white body, and that was one of the reasons why he was in the top five of the CIA's wanted list in South America.

Crouching in front of Lilith, Torres grinned, revealing his yellow black teeth like a wolf.

”Little sister, are you lost?”

Lilith looked at her uncle without any expression.

Abel Torres didn't get angry at Lilith's disregard, but said with a patient smile.

”Will uncle take you to your mother

Lilith sighed, looked up at the sky and muttered to herself.

”What a trouble.”

Being ignored twice in a row, Abel Torres is beginning to get a little bored. And the two men behind him began to shout impatiently.”What's the kid talking about?”

”I don't know Boss, I know it's your hobby, but we'd better not stay here too long. You know, the CIA people are looking for us. ” Some uneasily looked behind him, said the big ugly man.

”That's right,” Torres sighed, looked at Lilith, and said sincerely, ”I'll just have to sleep a little bit.”

Without warning, he pricked out the electricity in his hand.

This is obviously not the first time.