A bolt of lightning flashed across the dark clouds, and the rumbling thunder echoed slowly in the rainforest of the valley.
In the depths of the valley, soldiers in military green camouflage were busy moving boxes of firearms into the cave. The four English letters FARC and a flag with two crossed rifles were printed on the armband of the military green combat uniform.
The Revolutionary Army of Colombia was their full name.
Under the military green rainproof camouflage canopy, there were thick mortars and RPG-7 rocket launchers.
An old man wearing a beret with a dignified face was standing under the camouflage canopy. He stood with the agents of the Russian Security Service and watched the soldiers next to him check the supplies with a list.
After confirming that all the equipment matched, the wrinkles on the old man's face bloomed into a smile.
"Confirmation complete."
The soldier trotted to the old man, gave a neat military salute, and handed over the list in his hand.
The old man returned the military salute, took the list, and signed his name on it —
Timoshenko Timoshenko Timoshenko.
Timoshenko Timoshenko was a name that caused headaches for both the UA and Colombia. He was not inferior to the early leader of FARC, Marulanda. Unlike Marulanda, who had outstanding military talents, his talents were more in the field of management.
For example, the drug trade was well managed by him. Today, FARC not only had its own official website in seven languages, but its annual revenue was even as high as 500 million US Dollar. Looking at all the drug dealers in North America, they were familiar with the name of this South American tycoon.
It was precisely because of this that Mr. Timoshenko was honored to be at the top of the CIB's wanted list in South America. The Colombian government even offered 50 million US Dollar as a bounty for his head. However, until today, a few years later, no one could claim this bounty.
"We will send the last batch of equipment to you in late October. From November to early February next year, you have three months to end this war. " After the Russian agent shook hands with Timoshenko, he said, "The UA has a change of leadership. During this time, it is impossible for them to use troops, but after this time, no one can say for sure."
"Three months is too short," Timoshenko shook his head. Timoshenko shook his head. "Even if we win every battle, we might not be able 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, creating a fait accompli for FARC to rule all of Colombia. As in the agreement, we will help you solve your legal seat at the United Nations. "
"Let me ask you a question."
"Go ahead."
"How early is appropriate?" Timochenko asked.
"That's up to you." The Russian agent shrugged. "I believe you should be better at seizing this opportunity. Of course, I'm more inclined towards you guys putting more effort into your preparations before the battle. Only act when you're fully prepared. "
"You can rest assured about this." Timoshenko grinned. "For this moment, we have been preparing for half a century."
He sent someone to take the guest from Moscow outside the rainforest. Timochenko sat in the military green off-road vehicle at the entrance of the cave and put his legs on the steering wheel. Looking at the torrential rain in the sky, he felt inexplicably irritated. He took out the half-smoked cigar from his pocket and lit it with a lighter.
Just then, his subordinate trotted to the side of the car and saluted.
"What's the matter?" Timoshenko asked as he looked out the window.
"Our informants in Bogota have sent news that Abel Torres, who disappeared three days ago, has been confirmed dead. His body was found in an alley near Bogota International Airport and has now been recovered by the Colombian police. "
Colombian drug lords, large and small, were inseparable from FARC, and Abel Torres was no exception.
"This idiot, I told him to keep a low profile." Timoshenko sneered and shook his head. After a pause, he said casually, "Did the Colombian police do it? Or the CIB? "
The soldier hesitated for a moment and said.
"According to the information from the informants we bribed in the Colombian military, a SEAL team has recently entered Colombia and has now arrived at a military base near Caramanga …"
"SEAL?"
Timoshenko's pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes gradually narrowed.
"Was it the SEAL team?"
"… I don't know for the time being." The soldier lowered his head and said quickly, "But according to our informants in the police system, the CIB agent who found Abel Torres' body has the command of this SEAL team."
Half of the credit for FARC's survival to this day was due to the government officials they bribed. They had penetrated into all aspects of the Colombian government. Whether it was the police system or the military system, they could detect the slightest movement in advance.
From the death of Abel Torres and the sudden arrival of the SEAL team in Colombia, Timoshenko faintly smelled a hint of danger.
Was the UA planning to take action against the Colombian guerrillas?
The quantum communication satellite of Celestial Trade could receive signals even deep in the Andes. Although he stayed in the mountains all year round, he had never been out of touch with the world. Knowing the importance of information in this era, he spent a lot of time every day studying the news and the international situation.
For example, the grievances between the UA and Xin, and even why Russia suddenly provided assistance to him, he could vaguely guess.
The SEAL team's sudden landing in Colombia at this time undoubtedly stung his sensitive nerves.
Did the CIB get the news in advance?
Timoshenko's brows furrowed.
Abel Torres's death forced him to seriously consider the possibility of such a thing happening.
Just then, a drop of cold sweat suddenly rolled down from his forehead.
He suddenly remembered what he said to Torres not long ago, including asking him to replace the drug inventory with arms as soon as possible, and that some major events would happen in Colombia soon …
If Torres was killed by the CIB, and those CIB agents tortured him before he died and learned something from his mouth, then these SEALs were likely to come for him.
Not just the SEALs …
As the Russian agent said, between November and February, the UA was unlikely to use military force. On the other hand, if the CIB really noticed something, the period before November was undoubtedly the best time to eliminate him.
Timoshenko's fists clenched, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.
Strike first and gain the upper hand?
Or wait and see …
Seeing that Timoshenko didn't speak, the soldier standing in the rain tentatively asked.
"Sir?"
The hesitation was swept away from Timoshenko's eyes.
He looked at the soldier standing outside the car and ordered.
"Immediately notify all brigade-level combat units to prepare for battle at any time!"
"Roger!"
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