198 Ambrosia Cartel: Part 5 (1/2)

The dots were seen in maps. The dots were somehow neatly placed in each and every country. Even America had those dots on the map. There wasn't anything ordinary in those maps. It showed them the base of operation of those cartels. There was a big X in the country where the contractors used to reside. It seemed that they had pulled out of the country due to the amount of force being forced on the Ambrosia.

Well, they didn't expect being attacked by tanks, apache, and fighter jets. It was quite a large punch for them. However, it seemed to happen a long time ago due to the ink that was barely visible on the map on the wall. ”Kilo, do you copy?”

”Loud and clear Lima, what happened?”

”We have found all of the locations of Ambrosia cartel base of operation,” Lynn replied.

”I see. Photograph it then return to base.” Stacy closed the communication and Lynn pulled her smartphone out of the magazine rig. She took a picture of that map and immediately sent it to Stacy. She knew what to do after seeing those pictures.

Patrick observed that map further. The dots were spread thinly on strict countries such as North Korea, China, and Russia. That three countries had the least amount of cartel HQ. It seemed that destroying the Ambrosia cartel was not only a job that requires military power but also diplomacy power.

Lynn put her smartphone back into her magazine pocket and she walked outside of the main cartel building. She seemed to be very uncomfortable with the fact that Ambrosia had grown bigger than she had expected. She used to expect that the Ambrosia cartel was your ordinary criminal organization.

”From Sissy to this…” Lynn grumbled as she walked among the rubbles of the destroyed cartel building.

She thought about how far she had gone. Becoming a contractor used to be her way of getting vengeance, but now, she worked for world peace albeit without anyone knowing it besides the contractor themselves. Lynn didn't think about it if it was around four years ago, but well, it was the future and it would affect her and Patrick.

Patrick and the cartel didn't know for too long, however, he had the same grudge to the cartel as much as Lynn had. However, Patrick had more grudge to the terrorist in the middle east due to the fact that they made him went through all of the things that he had when he was a she.

Patrick would kill the leader of the terrorist, but well, the Russians had him tortured. Well, it was not a thing that Patrick would think as of now. Their focus was to get out of that hot zone and give the intelligence that they gathered to Stacy to be processed. The only thing they had to do was to press the RTB button and went back to the base.

The naked and rotten body of a girl that was laying down beside a stinky and rotten body of a cartel member. Lynn remembered that it had happened to her in the past. If it wasn't for the fact that Patrick had rescued her, she would have the same fate more or less. She still remembered the sensation of blood flowing from her crouch on that day, it wasn't something she wanted to go through again.

”Lynn, are we going to go back home?” Patrick showed his PDA to Lynn. Lynn looked back at her and she pulled out her PDA, the menu was the menu on returning to the base. ”Let's go back to SDC.” Lynn pressed a button on the PDA and she was teleported from that dark abandoned HQ of the cartel.

Patrick pressed a button and he immediately got teleported from that location and entered the main base of the SDC. He appeared in his room. The room was configured in the same way as the bunker that was located in the old town. It consisted of the bedroom, the study room, and the bathroom. The combat boots touched the wooden floor of the room.

The combat boots were very muddy. It was quite a contrast in comparison to the next room. Patrick took off his shoes and walked into the bathroom. He put his backpack onto the floor of the wooden floor of the room. He put his helmet in the cabinet inside the room. He walked into the bathroom of his room. He took off all of his clothes and took a shower. The clothes were filled with dust and mud from the jungle.

He finished taking a shower and got out of the bathroom. He wore a clean military uniform this time albeit it was the combination of a comfortable combat shirt and a new combat pants. He took a new pair of black clean shoes and wore them. He took off all of the storage units from the backpack.