Chapter 1306 - Adapt To The Situation (1/2)

Chapter 1306: Adapt To The Situation

Translator: _Min_ Editor: Rainystars

A flash of lightning broke through the heavy clouds, followed by the rolling thunder that echoed through the valley in the dense rain forest.

In the depths of the valley, soldiers in military green camouflage were busy moving boxes of ammunition into the cave. The four English letters of FARC and a flag with two crossed rifles were printed on the armband of the soldiers’ uniform.

Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia was their name.

Under the army green rain-proof tarpaulin, there were several large-caliber mortars lined up, as well as RPG-7 rocket launchers.

An old man with a beret and a serious expression stood under the tarpaulin. He was there with the agents of the Russian Security Services, as they watched soldiers verify the supplies with a list.

After all the equipment was confirmed, the wrinkles on the old man’s face turned into a smile.

“Confirmation completed.”

A soldier ran to the old man, performed a military salute, and handed over the list in his hand.

The old man returned a military salute, then took the list and signed his name on it-

Timoleon Jimenez, or known as Timochenko.

Timoleon Jimenez, a name that created countless headaches for both the UA and Colombia. With influence and ability no less inferior to the early FARC leader Marulanda. Unlike Marulanda, who possessed outstanding military talents, his talents were better reflected in management.

Such ability was reflected in drug traffic. Today, it not only operated its own official website in seven languages, but its annual revenue was even as high as 500 million dollars. No drug dealers in North America were unfamiliar with the name of this South American tycoon.

It was precisely this that Mr. Timochenko was honored as the top candidate of the CIB’s most wanted list in South America. The Colombian government even offered 50 million dollars as a reward for his head. However, until today, a few years later, no one was able away to claim the bounty.

“In late October, we will deliver the last batch of equipment to you. From November to early February next year, you will have three months to end this war,” After the Russian agent shook hands with Timochenko, he continued, “The UA is currently going through its election process. Therefore, it is impossible for them to use troops during this time, but after this period, no one can be certain.”

“Three months is too short.” Timochenko shook his head, “Even if we win every battle, we may not be able to win within three months.”

“You can tear up the peace deal in advance, but the war must be ended before March next year at the latest, creating a fait accompli that FARC will rule entire Colombia. As in the agreement, we will help you to gain legality through the United Nations.”

“I have a question.”

“Go ahead.”

“How much ahead is appropriate?” Jimenez asked.

“Depends on you,” the Russian agent shrugged, “I believe you will be better at grasping this opportunity than us. Of course, I prefer you to spend more time on preparation before the war, and wait until you are fully prepared.”

“You can rest assured,” Timochenko cracked into a grin, “We have been preparing for half a century for this opportunity.”

After he sent someone to take the guest from Moscow out of the rain forest. Timochenko got on the army green off-road vehicle at the entrance of the cave, he then raised his legs and rested them on the steering wheel. The thunderstorm outside made him feel flustered. He took a half-smoked cigar from his pocket and lit it with a lighter.

At this moment, his subordinate trotted to the side of the car and performed a military salute.

“What’s the matter?” Jimenez asked as he continued to stare out the window.

“Our informant in Bogota has learned that Abel Torres, who went missing three days ago, has been confirmed dead. His body was found in an alley near Bogota International Airport and has now been recovered by Colombian police.”

All of Columbia’s drug lords were inseparable from FARC, and Abel Torres was no exception.

“This idiot, I told him to be low-key.” Timochenko sneered, shook his head, and after a pause, he nonchalantly said, “Did the Colombian police do it? Or the CIB?”