Chapter 583 (1/2)
”Colombia doesn't need coca. The good Colombian people would rather starve than ask for the money full of crime in exchange for cocaine, because we...” President Vargas delivered a generous and passionate speech to the students here on the campus of Columbia National University. As a graduate of Columbia National University and a student of MIT in the United States, Vargas is definitely a successful person in the eyes of every student of Columbia National University. So almost everything president Vargas said here was unanimously agreed by the audience.
However, most of the students who can afford to go to Columbia National University come from the middle and upper classes of the affluent society, and their lives are better than 90% of the people in Colombia. The policies that Vargas advocated are nothing new except to intensify the crackdown on drug trafficking gangs. The biggest advantage of his new government is actually the support from the United States, Europe and other countries.
Chebyshev is standing in the crowd now. He is wearing a pair of black frame glasses and a casual suit. He looks no different from most people here. He slowly moves forward in the crowd and approaches the platform step by step. Behind him, on the top of the building on the west side of the lawn, Rubik was looking at Vargas with a sight glass.
Rubik watched in the sight for a long time and could not help frowning. From his point of view, Vargas's figure was hidden behind a huge stone pillar. Only when he took a small step forward could he barely see his head. It's very difficult to shoot the target from this position.
Rubik has always been unable to find a good shooting position, which makes him feel a little irritable. He had to force himself to be patient. He picked up the walkie talkie at hand and said to Chebyshev below, ”Chebyshev, I can't aim at the target. You can do something to see if you can get closer to him.”
Chebyshev had already scolded Rubik ten thousand times in his heart. Rubik asked him to assassinate Vargas, which is to send him to death. However, Chebyshev has been thinking about how to avoid this disaster since he knew his mission. He can neither really let Vargas die nor arouse Lubic's suspicion. For today's sake, Chebyshev has a complete solution.
”Ruby, I'm not good at shooting. I'm afraid I'll miss it. Well, I'll lead Vargas out. You can do it!” Chebyshev immediately took off his headphones, pushed the crowd away, stepped forward, pointed to Vargas and said in Spanish, ”liar, American running dog! Liar
As he spoke, Chebyshev took off his two shoes and threw them at Vargas.
After all, Vargas was old, weak, slow, and Chebyshev was quick and accurate, so he was caught off guard and hit by Chebyshev's flying shoes. Vargas was so angry that he couldn't help picking up his shoes. But suddenly he calmed down again. He was considering whether it was the arrangement of political enemies. He even thought about whether to tell a joke and resolve the embarrassing situation. At this time, he saw that it was written in bright red paint on the sole of his shoe that someone wanted to kill you. Run!
Vargas was startled. At this moment, there was a gunshot. After all, Vargas's reaction was ahead of time. When he saw this message, he began to squat. The bullet hit the microphone on the platform just as Vargas fell to the ground.
After the gunfire, the audience fled, and President Vargas's bodyguards rushed to the podium, firmly protecting him. Chebyshev ran to his car barefoot like crazy, where there was a Medellin group's successor.