Absolute Honor

Eight thirty in the night.

National Police Special Task Force Base for Anti-Terrorism.

The convoy of flashing warning lights filed in and stopped in the clearing.

This is a closed base, all around are connected to the power grid, the buildings are not high, most of them only have two or three floors, there is a large open space in the middle, and a large area behind the training field.

As soon as they got out of the car, everyone saw a man in a black anti-terrorist tactical suit standing in the clearing. Behind him there were a few soldiers in the same clothes and black berets with their hands back and their chests up-they looked comparable to before. The police officers of those mobile patrol units in China have to look more energetic, at least at first glance that they are well-trained, not embroidered pillows.

This is the National Police Special Task Force against Terrorism, right?

Qin Fei said inwardly.

"Good evening! I am Lieutenant Colonel Mario, the commander of the counter-terrorism team." The visitor offered his hand.

Michelle stepped forward and shook hands with the opponent, and said at the same time: "Hello, sir, I am Major Michelle, the operational commander of the British Empire's counter-terrorism department."

Qin Fei stood there, looking at the thin and tall lieutenant colonel.

He remembered what Mistor said. In Colombia, you can never tell who is a soldier and who is a thief.

This lieutenant colonel looks tall and thin. He has a dark skin and knows that he is a person who often conducts military training. The forearm exposed outside of the anti-terrorist suit does not seem to have much subcutaneous fat, and the muscle stripes are clearly visible. This can be seen. People are not the kind of police officer who is full of brains and fat like Gerrard before.

Mario's facial features are exquisite, sharp and angular, and his eye sockets are deep, seeming to have some European ancestry. He has no epaulettes on his shoulders, and on his arms, is there any common logo of special forces. Only the black beret is decorated with a red shield and cockade. The pattern on the cockade looks like a muscular man kneeling and throwing a spear. It is a symbol.

The first impression of this lieutenant colonel on Qin Fei was very good, at least it didn't look like the kind of black police who got into the muddy water.

What makes Qin Fei most happy is that this guy speaks pure English, at least he can't talk with him.

"Welcome to Colombia." Mario showed a smile. His teeth were very white and neat. Members of special forces generally have very few physical defects. After all, they have higher physical requirements when performing tasks, such as underwater. During combat, if you lose a tooth, it won't do you good for biting your breather.

"The welcome ceremony in Colombia was really special, and we were impressed." Michelle's words were mixed with bones.

After all, Bell's death made her feel bad.

Being ambushed is very strange. The route from the airport to the base is known only to the police in Colombia who participated in the operation except for the British embassy.

As a result, they were attacked shortly after entering the city, and many people were killed. In this regard, it is difficult for the police to clear their suspicions.

Mario's face changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.

"For what happened just now, on behalf of the police, I express our sincere apologies, and for the death of Mr. Bell, we will submit a corresponding written apology to Guiguo Embassy by the foreign affairs department."

Lieutenant Colonel Mario appeared to be neither arrogant nor humble, and said: "From now on, I promise that this will not happen. There are strict security measures at this base, and the combat effectiveness of our anti-terrorist guerrilla team is very clear. They I won’t play the egg-and-rock game with us easily."

After speaking, his gaze crossed Michelle's shoulder and swept towards Qin Fei and the others.

"In this, is there a gentleman named Qin Fei?"

Qin Fei nodded and walked forward a few steps, and came to Mario's side: "Lieutenant Colonel, I am Qin Fei."

"Ah, it's like this. Just now before you came, a mercenary detachment came here. They didn't have weapons, but they identified themselves as your subordinates. I have already received a notice from the superior that you will have one here. The mercenary detachment was sent to cooperate with our actions, so I settled them in the dormitory."

He pointed to the row of buildings on the right.

There are bright lights over there, and around the building, many members of the anti-terrorist force are patrolling with guns.

This situation does not seem to be protection, but a kind of surveillance.

"Yes, it's me. We have sent you the photos before..." Qin Fei pointed to the location of the dormitory: "It seems that the lieutenant colonel doesn't seem to trust my subordinates."

"No way, in Colombia, be careful to live longer." Mario smiled, "After you personally confirm their identities, I will make everyone withdraw."

Qin Fei was not angry about the incident, but secretly admired Mario's meticulous behavior.

"In this case, let's take you to the dormitory for rest first. The conditions here are a little bit rudimentary, so please just check it out." Lieutenant Colonel Mario said again: "By the way, I can ask Mr. Qin to confirm his own person."

After speaking, he walked a few steps forward, and took the initiative to lead the way.

"Lieutenant Colonel Mario, where are my people?" Michelle asked, "They should have been in place long ago."

Mario said: "Yes, they have been here for several days. We have been collecting intelligence on the Garcia Group and the FARC guerrillas in the past few days. At the current location, we have determined that they are in the jungle through satellites and drones. The location of the camp in here, but they have two camps, one is the base of Garcia’s drug lord group and the other is the base of FACR. We can’t confirm which camp the hostages you need to rescue are in.”

"How is the force division of the two bases?" Michelle asked.

"There are about 200 people in Garcia's camp, and more than 500 people in FACR's camp. It's very difficult to deal with." Mario said: "Our special task force sent 30 people this time, and Mr. Qin and you There are a total of fifty people under the team. In other words, we only have eighty people."

Having said that, Mario turned his head to look at Michelle, and then at Qin Fei.

He seemed to want to see if Michelle and Qin Fei heard that the number of people is this high ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ would be a little afraid.

But he soon discovered that he was a little disappointed, neither Qin Fei nor Michelle could find a trace of fear on their faces.

Qin Fei pursed his lips, and said to Michelle: "My people can deal with one of the camps. If it is the FACR camp, I need people to cooperate. After all, there are too many people on the other side, and it is easy to enter. It is the best time to retreat. South end."

This is general tactical knowledge.

This operation is not an encirclement and suppression operation, but a rescue operation.

But the prerequisite was that Qin Fei agreed to Colombia's condition-killing Garcia.

It seems that the government has lost the last patience with this extremely arrogant drug lord, just like the Medellin Group’s Barboro, although the drug trade is difficult to ban in Colombia for the time being, it is too much for a drug lord to become bigger. Strong, that's not what politicians want to see.

"We will meet in a moment and discuss it together. I think we will first see what useful information we have at hand." Michelle let out a long sigh of relief: "Today is really a difficult day..."

Qin Fei knew that there was something in Michel's words. She was under a lot of pressure. Hugo was seriously injured and Joyce died. He lost another embassy liaison officer when he arrived in Colombia.

"Well, I will first follow the lieutenant colonel to confirm my person, and I will look for you later."

"OK! See you later."

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