The city of Bucaramanga was less than 50 kilometers away from FARC-controlled Pamplona. It was the frontline of the exchange of fire between the government forces and FARC. Stray bullets fell into the suburbs of Bucaramanga every day. It was not difficult to feel the seriousness of the situation in this area from the nervous expressions on the faces of the locals.
Just a day ago, the UA Marines landed from the West Coast and arrived in Bucaramanga.
In less than a day, a simple military base began to take shape.
Large and small barracks were neatly located within the wire fence, and soldiers in jungle camouflage patrolled the base with rifles. LAV-25 wheeled armored vehicles were neatly parked in the garage of the military base. The black machine guns were raised up, and the wedge-shaped armor was covered with digital camouflage reactive armor. Parked on the tarmac not far away was an AH-1 Cobra armed helicopter. Its rocket hive was filled with thick air-to-ground rockets.
But judging from these equipment, the combat effectiveness of this force was not comparable to those FARC guerrillas.
In the afternoon, a Hercules transport plane landed at the airport of the Bucaramanga military base. Another group of heavily armed Marines trotted out of the cabin in an orderly manner, gathered in the open space next to the runway, and accepted the inspection and training of the officer.
Standing next to the runway, Agent Davis glanced at his watch.
He didn't have to wait long before a burly soldier and an old man in a suit walked towards him.
Davis cleared his throat, extended his right hand, and was just about to introduce himself.
However, the soldier not only did not intend to shake hands with him, but he even interrupted his speech and went straight to the point.
"Did you find the missing helicopter?"
"Found it, although it's wreckage …" Davis' expression was a little regretful. "In the border area between Colombia and Ecuador, we found a crashed helicopter. From the data on the black box — "
"I don't care about the black box." Jonathan stared at Davis like an eagle, then said word by word, "I just want to know where my people are now!"
"Their blood can be collected on the plane … If I'm not mistaken, they may have been killed." Davis didn't dare to look directly into Jonathan's eyes. He coughed lightly and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."
After staring at Davis for a long time, the corners of Jonathan's mouth twitched. He threw the green bag on his shoulder and walked to the command center of the military base without looking back.
Davis looked at Jonathan's direction dumbfoundedly. He opened his mouth but didn't say anything. In the end, he could only shrug and express the helplessness in his heart.
"The soldiers that were lost in the last mission were all elites of Team Five, and they were personally trained by Colonel Jonathan." The old man who had not spoken before walked to Davis' side and sighed softly. "He has always been prejudiced against the CIB, but he has absolutely no malicious intent. I hope you can forgive him."
"I understand how he feels." "But I still don't understand. According to the SEALs' last communication, they had successfully suppressed the target at that time. Why …"
"I'm equally confused." Looking at Jonathan's back, the old man narrowed his eyes as if he was lost in thought. "The little girl standing in the center of the explosion has the special ability to manipulate liquid metal … This is beyond our understanding of the word 'special ability'."
The supernatural phenomenon of power had always been one of the research focuses of the UA Department of Defense's Advanced Project Research Agency. Especially after the Kurofune was confirmed, the UA Department of Defense's budget for this project increased year by year.
However, even if it was a power, it was impossible to eliminate a combat squad of SEALs in an instant, right?!
"Could it be magic?" Davis used a joking tone and threw out the not-so-funny question.
"I'm more willing to believe that it's the black technology of Celestial Trade," the old man shrugged. "To be honest, I won't be surprised no matter what new gadgets they come up with."
The old man sniffed, retracted his gaze from Jonathan's back, looked at Davis, and then said, "The death of Agent Braddock is no longer important, and even those SEALs who died for no reason … I'm afraid the situation we are facing is more serious than last year's confrontation in the Western Pacific."
"What do you need me to do?" Davis said solemnly.
"This operation will involve the participation of four combat squads, led by Jonathan. You have worked in South America for so many years, and you should be familiar with the situation here. I hope you and your assistant will serve as intelligence support and action planning, "the old man said.
"Decapitation operation?" Davis' eyes flashed, "But Timochenko is hiding on the mountain, and no one knows where he is hiding."
"Not Timochenko, it's the Xin Embassy." The old man looked at the Cobra armed helicopter that was taking off on the tarmac, and a sinister smile appeared on his face. "To be precise, it's the ghosts who are preparing to save people."
…
Xin Embassy in Bogota.
Heavily armed Colombian soldiers surrounded the embassy, and even pulled up yellow strips as a cordon outside the embassy, with only a small opening at the main entrance. Two police assault vehicles were parked at the main entrance, controlled by the Bogota police. Everyone who entered and exited the embassy would be questioned.
In full compliance with the Geneva Convention, Colombian soldiers did not step into the Xin Embassy, and they only cordoned off the streets near the embassy. Obviously, even at this chaotic juncture, they did not intend to make things too awkward with Xin.
But then again, if Colombian soldiers really stepped into the embassy, it wouldn't be Ghost Agents who came here now. It would be the Orbital Airborne Brigade of Celestial Trade.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room of the embassy, Zhang Yaping, with a bandage on his forehead, looked quite disheveled. Obviously, he was seriously injured when his vehicle crashed into the supermarket, but fortunately, he was fine, at least he could still get out of bed and walk around.
Over the past few days, his phone had been ringing non-stop.
Because the Bogota police asked the Xin delegation to cooperate with the investigation and even took measures to restrict them from leaving the country, he, who was under house arrest in the embassy, had to cancel the rest of his trip to South America. Even domestic affairs could only be handled through satellite phones.
No one could enter or leave the embassy.
It was precisely because of this that he was so surprised when he saw Zhu Yu and the others.
"Why are you here?"
"Mr. Jiang asked me to take you home." Zhu Yu hung the rifle on the K2 kinetic skeleton, sat on the sofa opposite Zhang Yaping, and gestured to the teammate behind her to close the curtains.
"What's the plan?" Zhang Yaping asked.
"In an hour, the FARC guerrillas will launch a feint attack on the eastern suburbs of Bogota to attract the attention of the Bogota police and the garrison. We will cover your evacuation from the embassy. There is a helicopter in the western suburbs of Bogota, and we will board there. "
"We can't leave at all." Zhang Yaping shook his head and glanced at the closed curtains. "You saw it when you came in. There are people outside. I estimate there is at least a battalion."
"No battalion, just the security company of the Presidential Palace. Lilith said she will take care of it."
When Zhang Yaping heard the unfamiliar name, he was taken aback.
"Who is Lilith?"
"The person who saved your life last time."
Zhang Yaping's face suddenly turned green.
[What? You call that saving?!]
"Can I choose not to leave?" Zhang Yaping smiled bitterly.
It's good to stay here, at least it's not life-threatening.
"You can call and ask Mr. Jiang." Zhu Yu shrugged. "But I think his answer is probably no."
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