Chapter 1307: Adapt to Changing Circumstances

A bolt of lightning flashed across the black clouds, and the roar of thunder echoed slowly in the valley and rainforest.

Deep in the valley, soldiers wearing military green camouflage were busy moving boxes of ammunition into the cave. The four English letters farc and a national flag with two crossed rifles are printed on the armband of the military green combat uniform.

The Revolutionary Army of Colombia, this is their full name.

Under the army green rainproof camouflage tarpaulin, there were clearly a series of large-caliber mortars and RPG-7 rocket launchers.

An old man wearing a beret and with a majestic face was standing upright under the camouflage hood, standing with the agents of the Russian Security Service, watching the soldiers next to him checking supplies with a list.

After confirming that all the equipment was correct, the wrinkles on the old man's face broke out into a smile.

"Confirmation completed."

After trotting up to the old man, the soldier neatly performed a military salute and handed over the list in his hand.

In return of a military salute, the old man took the list and signed his name on it——

Tymoshenko Jimenez.

Tymoshenko Jimenez, this is a name that gives both the United States and Colombia a headache, no less than the early leader of Farc, Marulanda. Unlike Marulanda, who has outstanding military talents, his talents are more reflected in the business aspect.

For example, the drug trade was run by him in a spectacular way. Today, farc not only has its own official website in seven languages, but its annual revenue is as high as US$500 million. Looking at drug dealers throughout North America, no one will be unfamiliar with the name of this South American tycoon.

It is precisely because of this that Mr. Jimenez is honored to be at the top of the CIA's most wanted list in South America. The Colombian government even offered a $50 million bounty on his head. However, until today, several years later, no one has been able to take away the bounty.

"We will deliver 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 shaking hands with Jimenez, the Russian agent said He opened his mouth and said, "The United States is changing its leadership. During this period, it is impossible for them to use troops abroad, but after this period, no one can say for sure."

"Three months is too short." Jimenez 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 agreement in advance.

But the war must be ended by March next year at the latest, creating a fait accompli that the farcs will rule the entire Colombia. As in the agreement, we will help you secure your legal seat at the United Nations. "

"Ask a question."

"Just ask."

"How long is the appropriate advance for this?" Jimenez asked.

"It's up to you," the Russian agent shrugged. "I believe you should be better at seizing this opportunity. Of course, I prefer that you put more effort into pre-war preparations and take action when you are fully prepared."

"You can rest assured of this," Jimenez grinned, "We have been preparing for this moment for half a century."

Someone was sent to take the guest from Moscow outside the rainforest. Jimenez got into the army green SUV at the entrance of the cave and raised his legs on the steering wheel. Looking at the heavy rain in the sky, he felt inexplicably irritable. He took out the half-smoked cigar from his arms and lit it with a lighter.

At this moment, his men trotted up to the car and gave a military salute.

"What's going on?" Jimenez asked, looking out the window.

"Our informant in Bogota received 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."

Drug lords of all sizes in Colombia are inseparable from the Farc, and Abel Torres is no exception.

"This idiot, I told him to keep a low profile a long time ago." Jimenez sneered, shook his head, paused for a moment, and said casually, "Did the Colombian police do it? Or the CIA?"

The soldier hesitated and spoke.

"According to information from our informant paid by the Colombian military, a group of seals recently entered Colombia and has now arrived at the military base near Bucaramanga..."

"seal?"

Jimenez's pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes gradually narrowed into a slit.

"Did the seal move his hand?"

"...It's not clear yet." The soldier lowered his head and spoke quickly, "But according to our informant in the police system, the CIA agent who discovered Abel Torres' body had the command of this SEAL team. right."

Half of the credit for the farc's ability to survive today must be awarded to those government officials who were bribed by them. They have penetrated deeply into all aspects of the Colombian government. Whether it is the police system or the military system, they can smell the slightest sign of trouble in advance.

From the death of Abel Torres and the sudden arrival of the seal in Colombia, Jimenez faintly smelled a hint of danger.

Is the United States planning to take action against the Colombian guerrillas?

The quantum communication satellite of Starlink Trading can receive signals even deep in the Andes Mountains. Although he squats in the mountains and forests all year round, he has never been out of touch with the world. Well aware of the importance of information in this era, he spends a lot of time studying news and international situations every day.

For example, he could vaguely guess about the grievances between the United States and New Zealand, or even why Russia suddenly provided aid to him.

The SEALs suddenly parachuted into Colombia at this time, which undoubtedly stung his sensitive nerves.

Did CIA get the news in advance?

Jimenez frowned.

The death of Abel Torres forced him to seriously consider the possibility.

At this moment, a drop of cold sweat suddenly slipped from his forehead.

He suddenly remembered what he had said to Torres not long ago, including asking him to replace his drug stocks with arms as soon as possible, including that some major events would happen in Colombia recently...

If Torres was killed by people from the CIA, and those CIA agents tortured him before his death and learned something from his mouth, then these seals were most likely coming for him.

It’s not even just seals…

As the Russian agent said, Americans are unlikely to use troops abroad from November to February. Thinking about it the other way around, if CIA really noticed something, the period before November would undoubtedly be the best time to get rid of him.

Jimenez clenched his fists, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Strike first to gain the upper hand?

Or wait and see what happens...

Seeing that Jimenez didn't speak, the soldier standing in the rain asked tentatively.

"Sir?"

The hesitation disappeared from Jimenez's eyes.

He looked at the soldiers standing outside the car and ordered.

"Notify all brigade-level combat units immediately so that they can be ready for battle at any time!"

"yes!"