Chapter 1316 Confrontation

The city of Bucaramanga is less than 50 kilometers away from Pamplona, ​​which is controlled by the Farc. It is already the frontline of the exchange of fire between government forces and the Farc. Stray bullets fall into the suburbs of Bucaramanga every day. Just from the nervous expressions on the faces of the locals, it is not difficult to feel the seriousness of the situation in this area.

Just a day earlier, U.S. Marines landed in Bucaramanga from the West Coast.

In less than a day, a simple military base has begun to take shape.

Barracks of various sizes are neatly located within wire fences, and soldiers wearing jungle camouflage with rifles patrol the base. The lav-25 wheeled armored vehicle is parked neatly in the garage of the military base. The black cannon is tilted upward, and the wedge-shaped armor is hung with reactive armor painted with digital camouflage. Parked on the tarmac not far away was an ah-1 Cobra armed helicopter, with its rocket hive filled with thick air-to-ground rockets.

But judging from these equipment, the combat effectiveness of this unit is definitely not comparable to those of the farc guerrillas.

In the afternoon, a Hercules transport plane landed at the airport of the Bucaramanga military base. Another group of fully armed Marines trotted out of the cabin in an orderly manner and gathered in the open space next to the runway to receive the order. Review and instruction of officers.

Standing next to the track, Agent Davis glanced at his watch.

Without waiting for long, a burly soldier and an old man in a suit came towards him.

After clearing his throat, Davis stretched out his right hand and was about to introduce himself.

However, the soldier not only had no intention of shaking hands with him, but even directly interrupted his speech and got straight to the point.

"Has the missing helicopter been found?"

"Found it, even though it's a wreckage..." Davis looked a little regretful, "We found the crashed helicopter in the border area between Colombia and Ecuador. Judging from the data on the black box -"

"I don't care about the black box," Jonathan said word by word, staring at Davis like a hawk, "I just want to know where my people are now!"

"Their blood traces could be collected on the plane... If nothing else happened, they might have died." Not daring to look directly into Jonathan's eyes, Davis coughed lightly and said in a low tone, "I'm sorry. .”

After staring at Davis for a long time, Jonathan twitched his lips, threw the general's green bag on his shoulder, and walked towards the headquarters of the military base without looking back.

Looking dumbly in the direction of Jonathan,

Davis opened his mouth, but nothing came out. In the end, he could only shrug, expressing his helplessness.

"The soldiers lost in the last mission were all elite members of the fifth team, and they were brought out by Colonel Jonathan himself." Walking to Davis' side, the old man who had been silent before sighed softly, "He has always been I have a prejudice against people from CIA, but I definitely have no ill intentions, and I hope you can forgive me."

"I understand his feelings," Davis said, "but I still don't understand. According to the last communication from the SEALs, they had successfully suppressed the target. Why..."

"I'm also confused." Looking at Jonathan's leaving figure, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was lost in some kind of thinking. "The little girl standing at the center of the explosion has the ability to manipulate liquid metal... This is completely beyond the realm of possibility. Our understanding of the word 'superpower'."

Supernatural phenomena such as supernatural powers have always been one of the scientific research focuses of the Advanced Projects Research Agency of the U.S. Department of Defense. Especially after the Black Ship was confirmed, the budget devoted by the US Department of Defense to this project has increased year by year.

However, even with superpowers, it is impossible to kill a seal in a combat class in an instant, right? !

"Could it be magic?" Davis asked this unfunny question in a joking tone.

"I prefer to believe that it's the black technology of Star Ring Trade." The old man shrugged, "Honestly, I'm not surprised no matter what new gadgets they come up with."

After sniffing, the old man withdrew his gaze from Jonathan's back, looked at Davis, and then said, "The death of Agent Braddock is no longer important, even the seals who died inexplicably... …The situation we are facing is probably 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 four combat squads of SEALs, led by Jonathan himself. You have worked in South America for so many years, and you should be familiar with the situation here. I hope that you and your assistants will serve as intelligence support and action planning ." said the old man.

"Beheading operation?" Davis's eyes flashed, "But Jimenez is hiding in the mountains, and no one knows where he is."

"It's not Jimenez, it's the Embassy of New Zealand." Looking at the Cobra gunship taking off over the tarmac, the old man had a sinister smile on his lips. "To be more precise, it's the ghosts who are preparing to save people." .”

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Bogotá, Embassy of New Zealand.

Heavily armed Colombian soldiers surrounded the embassy and even put up yellow strips as a cordon outside the embassy, ​​leaving only a small opening at the main entrance. There are two police assault vehicles parked at the main entrance, controlled by the Bogotá police. Everyone entering and leaving the embassy will be questioned.

In full compliance with the Geneva Convention, the Colombians did not step into the embassy of the new country, but only put martial law on the streets near the embassy. Obviously, even in this chaotic moment, they did not intend to have too much trouble with Xinguo.

But then again, if Colombian soldiers really stepped into the embassy, ​​the ones visiting here now would not be ghost agents, but the orbital airborne brigade of Star Circle Trading.

Sitting on the sofa in the embassy living room, Zhang Yaping looked quite embarrassed with a bandage on his forehead. It was obvious that he was seriously injured when the car crashed into the supermarket, but fortunately he was not seriously injured and could at least get out of bed and move around.

These days, his phone is buzzing with calls.

Since the Bogota police asked the New Zealand delegation to cooperate with the investigation and even took measures to restrict exit, he was under house arrest in the embassy and had to cancel the rest of his trip to South America. Even domestic affairs can only be handled through satellite phones.

No one can enter or leave the embassy.

It was precisely for this reason that his expression was so surprised when he saw Zhu Yu and others.

"Why are you here?"

"Mr. Jiang asked me to take you home." After hanging the rifle on the K2 exoskeleton, Zhu Yu sat on the sofa opposite Zhang Yaping and gestured to her teammates behind her to close the curtains.

"What's the plan?" Zhang Yaping asked.

"In one hour, the FARC guerrillas will launch a feint attack on the eastern suburbs of Bogota, attracting the attention of the Bogota police and garrison. At that time, we will cover your evacuation from the embassy. There is a helicopter in the western suburbs of Bogota, and we will board the plane 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 one battalion."

"There wasn't a battalion, just the presidential palace guard company, and Lilith said she would take care of it."

Zhang Yaping was stunned when he heard the unfamiliar name.

"Who is Lilith?"

"The person who saved your life last time."

Zhang Yaping's face suddenly turned green.

Hold the grass? You call that rescuing people? !

"Can I choose not to leave?" Zhang Yaping said with a bitter smile.

It's good to stay here, at least it's not life-threatening.

"You can call Mr. Jiang for instructions," Zhu Yu shrugged, "but I guess his answer is probably no."