Chapter 1,309 Assassination

"If the typhoon hadn't passed through recently, I would recommend you to stand on Mount Monserrate and have a look. Personally, it's probably the most beautiful place in Bogota. I went there once around this time last year and stood on Mount Monserrate and looked down. No matter how many times you look down on this city, you will feel its insignificance. There is a church on the top of the mountain, and there is a statue of the crucified Christ inside. It is said that many miracles have happened..." Sitting in the stretch car, the Colombian president vividly described it to him Looking at the beauty of this city, I wish I could blow it to the sky.

Zhang Yaping, who was sitting opposite him, wanted to tell him that if he was willing to take the time to visit New Zealand and stand on the space elevator and look down, he might have a deeper understanding of how insignificant he is.

"Really? If the weather clears up, I will consider going and taking a look."

A forced smile emerged from the corner of his mouth, and Zhang Yaping's eyes kept searching the street outside the window.

I don't know if he was too nervous, but he always felt that a big masked man would jump out of the crowd and shoot at him with an AK-47, or directly mount an RPG-7 or something, so that later this happened. Mr. Juan said something else, but he didn't hear it at all.

"Mr. Zhang?" He glanced at Zhang Yaping doubtfully, and Juan called his name.

After coming back to his senses, Zhang Yaping looked away from the window and coughed apologetically.

"Sorry, where were we?"

"That SGD 50 billion loan." He didn't care about Zhang Yaping's rudeness. Juan looked at him with bright eyes and said eloquently, "Although we will not give in on the issue of national security, if the bank in the future We are willing to invest in Colombia's infrastructure construction, and we are willing to carry out more cooperation in the high-tech fields that you are good at, such as... maglev highways."

Hearing these words, Zhang Yaping curled his lips inwardly.

Want to introduce maglev roads?

hehe.

Just as he said this, representatives from many countries were lining up in front of the Future People Group.

After dealing with Huan casually, Zhang Yaping's eyes once again drifted to the rainy street scene outside the car window.

At this moment, his brows frowned slightly.

He didn't know why, but he felt like he was being watched.

It was as if a pair of eyes were spying on him from the dark...

…

The barbecue restaurant on the street,

Andrew, who was sitting on the chair with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, reached out and pressed the button on the headset, and whispered.

"The third car, on the left."

Nanae Sakai, who was sitting opposite him, put down the menu, looked at the street not far away, and casually touched the black fishing rod bag beside the table with his right hand.

Noticing Sakai Nanoe's actions, Andrew smiled gently and said softly.

"Don't worry, let's leave it to Jerac."

Released his grip on the fishing rod bag, Sakai Nanoe shrugged.

"I was just in case."

The motorcade of the New Zealand delegation soon entered the street next to them, and the smile on Andrew's face became brighter.

According to the battle plan formulated yesterday, when the new president's car passes the fourth streetlight, Gerak, who is lurking on the clock tower, will pull the trigger. Then they can find a place to hide, turn on the champagne and the TV, wait for the CIA agent's body to be discovered by the ghost agent, and wait for the furious new country to declare war on the United States...

Of course, Xinguo can also choose to endure it.

However, based on their past style, this possibility is almost zero.

When the third limousine passed the fourth streetlight, Andrew's smile froze on his face and he suddenly looked in the direction of the bell tower.

"Impossible...Jelak didn't reach the sniper position? How is this possible?"

With an unbelievable light shining in his pupils, Andrew's eyes widened as he watched the New Zealand delegation's motorcade continue to move forward.

"It seems that Jerak escaped before the battle." Grabbing the fishing rod bag, Sakai Nanoe pushed away the chair and stood up, pulled up the hood of his coat, and looked at the convoy with a cold look in his eyes, "Start the backup plan .”

"Leave it to you." Andrew's face didn't look good.

Gerak's retreat at this juncture was undoubtedly a heavy blow to their plan.

But fortunately, he had a backup plan, which would prevent the entire operation from failing. However, it would not be so easy if Sakai Nanoe wanted to deceive the ghost agents and blame the CIA for this murder.

This guy who succeeds more than succeeds but fails more often than not!

Cursing the American mercenary ten thousand times in his heart, Andrew had made up his mind. After everything is over, we must catch the guy who betrayed the organization, and then use the cruelest way to make him regret his betrayal.

"Um."

Without any nonsense, he threw the fishing rod bag behind him and Nanae Sakai chased in the direction of the convoy.

Seeing Sakai Nanoe disappearing into the crowd, Andrew took a deep breath, slowly closed his dry eyelids, and his huge spiritual power spread out to the surroundings in an instant, spanning five streets and weaving a huge web in the entire area. spiritual network.

Under this big net, each spiritual entity is like a mosquito caught in a spider web, from which no one can escape. This is the horror of people with psychic abilities. The person being attacked cannot even tell where the attack comes from.

Soon, Andrew's consciousness locked on the driver of the car Zhang Yaping was in, and his huge mental power rushed towards him like a tide.

The driver who was driving felt dizzy and his hands and feet were out of control. He turned the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator at the same time.

"Zhoucao, what are you doing!"

The bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat stretched out his hand, trying to control the out-of-control driver next to him, but the next second his brain felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he fainted as soon as his eyes rolled.

The out-of-control limousine rushed out of the delegation's motorcade and crashed into the crowds lining the street.

Because of the heavy rain, the umbrellas held above their heads blocked people's sight. When the car hit them, the pedestrians walking on the inside of the street were hit by the out-of-control car before they could realize what happened.

A shocking blood trail was dragged on the ground. The out-of-control car smashed into the display window and plunged into the supermarket on the roadside, knocking over several rows of shelves before coming to a stop.

Screams were heard one after another, and the frightened crowd fled in all directions. The streets were in chaos. People who didn't know it thought there was another terrorist attack. With the knock-on effect, they also started running with the panicked crowd.

Not just the presidential car.

There were five cars in total, and the driver of each car rolled his eyes, as if he had taken some medicine, stepped on the accelerator to the limit, and ran rampant on the street, making the already chaotic scene even more chaotic.

The door of the back seat of the car that first crashed into the supermarket opened, and a man with his face covered in blood struggled to climb out of the car.

"Hell..."

Climbing up from the floor full of glass shards, Juan's face was full of panic. He looked back at Zhang Yaping who was in a coma, gritted his teeth and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

However, just when he was about to call the police chief of Bogota, his eyes met the black muzzle of a gun.

Chirp——

There was a short, soft sound, and the muzzle of the silencer sprayed fire.

The phone fell to the ground, and Juan lay back on the floor covered with shards of glass. Blood seeped out from his forehead, soaking in the panic that solidified on his face.

Stepping over Juan's body, Sakai Nanoe looked at the unconscious target sitting in the car, and a sneer gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth under the hood.

Raising the muzzle of the gun, she aimed it at Zhang Yaping's head and was about to pull the trigger.

However, at this moment, a piercing sound came from her side...