Bogota, the capital of Colombia, was a city where beauty and crime coexisted.
Other than the emerald, all foreigners had the same impression of Colombia – drugs and guerrillas. In fact, in addition to these two things, Colombia also had robbers, thieves, vagrants, and the typical South American enthusiasm and patience, as well as a "lazy culture."
Since the beginning of the Cold War, the guerrillas in this country had been fighting against the pro-US government and the UA. However, after the collapse of the Soviet Union, the guerrillas that lost external support quickly deteriorated to the point where they basically relied on hostages and drugs to survive. Not only were there fewer people, but they also completely ran away from the city to the remote border mountains.
It was impossible to describe how chaotic the country was with just a few words. There was an American TV series that exposed these phenomena. Its name was the same as the theme it wanted to express, called "Narcos."
Bogota International Airport.
A girl in a western dress appeared in the old airport hall.
As she passed through the hall, many of the travelers cast sidelong glances at the young lady, casting surprised and concerned gazes.
The reason why they said she was strange, in addition to her delicate appearance for humans, was that she dared to come to the city alone at this age. In particular, she didn't have any luggage on her, which made people wonder if she was separated from her parents.
However, no one came forward to talk to her.
Even the police sitting at the entrance of the airport only glanced at her, then continued to lazily nap in the chair.
It was one o 'clock in the morning.
The streets outside the airport were brightly lit, but there were few pedestrians.
At this time, unless it was necessary, almost no one would choose to go out at night.
Sure enough, not long after she left the airport, she was targeted.
Following the road signs on the satellite map, she walked in the direction of the embassy for a distance. Noticing that someone was following her, Lilith simply turned into an alley.
When they saw such a beautiful girl appear here, the vagrants curled up in the alley suddenly froze.
For a moment, they thought they saw an angel.
In the next second, the angel turned into green banknotes in their eyes.
Robbing tourists was a part-time job for almost all Colombian vagrants, especially near the airport.
Just as they were hesitating whether to rob, kidnap, or do something else, the face that appeared at the entrance of the alley made their expressions change. Just a second ago, they were still ferocious, but now, they hurriedly crawled out of the nest of old newspapers and hurriedly left the alley.
In an instant, the entire alley was empty.
Not because he saw the police.
It was because he saw someone scarier than the police.
"I didn't expect your face to be so useful," the dark-skinned man joked.
"Is that so? I think Torres's name is better. "Another ugly man grinned.
The man standing in the middle didn't say anything. He just used his greedy eyes to lick the calf under the girl's skirt.
Abel Torres was a drug lord active in Central America. Every year, he transported tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars worth of drugs to the United States through the gangs in Florida. He had always been a thorn in the side of the CIA and the FBI.
However, because he had a lot of power in Colombia and Panama, not only did he collude with the local judicial department, but he also controlled a private armed force of about 500 people to protect the drug plantations and drug factories.
Ironically, the weapons used by his men were basically all bought from the Americans. In particular, the .20 caliber heavy machine gun and the M-224 mortar that he collected in his mansion were given to him by a UA middleman named Robert after he negotiated a big deal a few years ago.
Other than the US dollar and the UA weapons, the only thing he liked was a twelve- or thirteen-year-old Caucasian girl. Venting his lust and sadism on a body as pure as white paper made him feel joy from the bottom of his heart. This was one of the reasons why he was ranked in the top five of the CIB's wanted list in South America.
Torres squatted in front of Lilith and grinned, revealing his yellow and black teeth. He smiled like a wolf.
"Little girl, are you lost?"
Lilith looked at the uncle in front of her with a blank expression and did not speak.
Abel Torres was not angry at Lilith's disregard, but he smiled patiently.
"Uncle will take you to find your mom, okay?"
Lilith sighed, looked up at the sky, and muttered to herself.
"So troublesome."
After being ignored twice in a row, Abel Torres had begun to feel a little annoyed. The two men behind him also began to yell impatiently.
"What is this kid talking about?"
"I don't know … Boss, I know this is your hobby, but we'd better not stay here for too long. You know, the CIB is looking for us. "Anxiously looking behind him, the big ugly man said.
"That's true." Torres sighed, looked at Lilith, and said sincerely, "I can only trouble you to sleep for a while."
Without warning, he stabbed the taser in his hand.
This skillful movement was obviously not the first time.
The electric current crackled and flashed.
However, what shocked the three men was that the little girl standing in front of them just glanced coldly at the taser in her chest. She did not seem to be electrocuted at all.
Torres jumped up from the ground, took two steps back in surprise, and looked at the taser in his hand in disbelief.
"How, how is this possible?"
Looking at the men standing in front of her, Lilith's expressionless poker face did not have any extra emotions.
And that contemptuous look.
It was like looking down at the ants at her feet …
"Stand there and don't move!" A creepy feeling rose to his head. The big guy immediately pulled out the pistol on his waist, pointed it at Lilith, and took two steps back nervously. "Boss, I think this guy is weird!"
"Fu * k, I don't need you to tell me!" Torres threw away the taser in his hand, pulled out the pistol hidden in his pocket, and roared at Lilith, "Who the f * ck are you? CIA？ Or … "
For a moment, three guns were aimed at the girl standing in the middle of the alley.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see who was at a disadvantage.
However, the truth was the opposite.
"Well, go to hell."
Lilith was tired of the noisy three people, and she waved her hand.
It was really just a literal wave of his hand.
Countless metal thorns exploded without warning. Torres, who was still yelling half a second ago, was instantly stabbed into a hedgehog, and his feet even left the ground.
The two men standing behind him froze in place, and their dull faces gradually turned into trembling and fear.
"Fu * k!"
With a voice completely inconsistent with his size, the big man ran to the alley behind him, and at the same time, he pulled the trigger in his hand. The other thin man simply ran with his head down, and he even skipped the action of shooting.
Bang bang bang, three gunshots were fired.
In a hurry, only one hit Lilith's forehead.
However, the bullet did not hurt her at all. Instead, after a crisp sound as if it had hit a piece of steel, the bullet bounced to the side in a curved trajectory.
If one looked closely, they would find that Lilith's forehead was plated with a layer of bright silver by the solidified liquid metal.
However, in the eyes of the two men, she became an invulnerable monster.
"Devil! Devil! "
Screaming in Spanish, the big man with a little bit of courage completely gave up resistance, threw away the weapon in his hand, and desperately tried to catch up with the footsteps of his companion who was almost at the entrance of the alley.
Looking at the two fleeing men, Lilith just gently moved her fingers.
The silver thorns that penetrated Torres turned into countless tiny droplets.
Those droplets, in a special field, gradually elongated and elongated …
Finally, they turned into silver needles as thin as hair.
There was no warning.
The two men who ran to the entrance of the alley fell heavily to the ground.
Soon, dense beads of blood oozed out of the two men's bodies, and in less than half a minute, they were soaked in blood.
Looking at the three bodies in the alley, Lilith sighed with a blank expression.
"This is really troublesome."
For her, there was no difference between killing a person and killing a bug, especially when this person occupied less than a kilobyte of memory in her emotional center.
However, dealing with these bodies and blood was still troublesome.
Lilith thought of Jiang Chen's reminder before she left that she "must be low-key", then she glanced at the few trash cans in the alley and the old newspapers on the ground.
She could only make do here …
Lilith silently collected the liquid metal on the ground, condensed two big silver hands in front of her, and reached out to Torres who was closest to her …
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