Chapter 1307 (1/2)

A flash of lightning ran through the dark clouds, and the thunder echoed slowly among the rain forests in the valley.

Deep in the valley, soldiers in army green camouflage are busy carrying boxes and boxes of ammunition into the cave. The four letters FARC and a flag with two rifles crossed are printed on the armband of the army's green combat uniform.

Columbia life army, that's their full name.

Under the army's green rainproof camouflage tarpaulin, there was a large mortar with a large caliber and RPG-7 rocket launcher.

A dignified old man in a beret is standing upright under the camouflage canopy, standing with the agents of the Russian Security Agency, watching the soldiers beside him checking the materials with a list.

The wrinkles on the old man's face burst into a smile after confirming that all the equipment was on.

”Confirmed.”

The old man ran in front of him, and the soldier gave a clean hand.

In return, the old man took over the list and signed his name -

Tymoshenko himenez.

Tymoshenko himenez, a name that has troubled both the United States and Colombia, is no less inferior to Marulanda, the early leader of the FARC. Different from Marulanda, who has outstanding military talent, his talent is more reflected in management.

For example, the trade of drugs and products has been run by him. Up to now, FARC not only has its own official website of seven languages, and its annual income is even as high as US $500 million. Throughout North America, drug dealers will not be unfamiliar with the name of this South American owl.

It is for this reason that this Mr. simmannes is honored to be at the top of the CIA's wanted list in South America. The Colombian government even offered a $50 million reward for his head. However, until today, a few years later, no one can take the reward away.

”In late October, we will deliver the last batch of equipment to you. From November to early February, you have three months to end this war. ” After shaking hands with himenez, the Russian agent opened his mouth and said, ”with the change of the US, it is impossible for them to use foreign troops during this period of time, but after this time, no one can say well.”

”Three months is too short.” Simmones shook his head. ”Even if we win every battle, we don't have to win in three months.”

”You can tear up the peace agreement in advance, but you must end the war by March next year at the latest, resulting in the fait accompli of FARC ruling all over Colombia. As in the agreement, we will help you settle your legitimate seat in the United Nations. ”

”Ask a question.”

”Ask.”

”How long is it appropriate for this to be advanced?” Asked Simmons.

”It's up to you,” shrugged the Russian agent. ”I believe you should be better at timing. Of course, I'd prefer you to put more effort into the preparation before the war, and when you are fully prepared, you can do it. ”

”You can rest assured,” grinned simmoness. ”We've been preparing for this moment for half a century.”

The guest from Moscow was taken to the outside of the rain forest. Ximennes got on the army green SUV at shandongkou and cocked his leg on the steering wheel. Looking at the rainstorm in the sky, he felt a little agitated. He took the cigar from his arms and lit it with a lighter.

At this time, his subordinates ran to the side of the car and saluted.

”What's the matter?” Looking out of the window, he asked.

”Our source in Bogota has heard that Abel Torres, who disappeared three days ago, has been confirmed dead. The body was found in an alley near Bogota International Airport and has now been recovered by Colombian police

Colombia's big and small drugs. Owls and FARC are inseparable, Abel Torres is no exception.

”This fool, he's been kept low profile for a long time.” Himmernes chuckled, shook his head, and after a pause, said casually, ”did the Colombian police do it? Or CIA? ”

The soldier hesitated and said.