– At the OPEC meeting held in Vienna, Austria, an agreement was reached to reduce crude oil production for the first time in 15 years.
-This agreement was made jointly by not only OPEC member countries but also non-member countries including Russia, and agreed to reduce average crude oil production by 798,000 barrels per day.
-As a result, US West Texas crude oil futures soared to $49.57 per barrel, up 9.3% from the previous day. This agreement has a great meaning in that non-OPEC member countries also participated in production cuts… … .
On TV news, the images of the representatives attending the OPEC meeting smiling and shaking hands appear on the data screen.
Among the delegates was President Mac Maduro, who was representing Venezuela.
As Venezuela was an early member of OPEC, Maduro’s attendance at the meeting was only natural.
However, the two men watching the TV were glaring at Maduro with disapproving expressions.
“They sounded sick, but in the end an agreement was reached to cut production.”
Rumo Romero, a man of great size, looks at Edwin Romero, who is sitting in the high table, and continues his conversation.
“Brother, if crude oil prices skyrocket like this, Maduro’s approval rating will recover.”
“I guess so.”
“When Maduro goes abroad, now is the golden opportunity to change the regime. Please give me instructions.”
Edwin doesn’t answer, just stares at the TV.
“Our troops and family mercenaries are fully prepared. If this amount of troops push through, it’s nothing like occupying the presidential palace.”
“… … .”
“older brother? Are you listening? Say something. I’m going crazy with frustration.”
Edwin’s mouth, which had been silent, opened with a shallow sigh.
“You are the one who is frustrated. What if you take over the presidential palace? What do you plan to do next?”
“We need to completely dismantle the Maduro regime and establish a new one.”
“Do you think other countries will recognize the regime that came to power in a coup? It is obvious that they will tell you to hold the election normally.”
The Election Commission, the Supreme Court, and even bureaucrats are all collaborators of Maduro. As long as they were in office, there was no guarantee that normal elections would be held.
“While we hunt down Maduro’s collaborators and prepare for elections, we have no choice but to run state affairs without outside support.”
“I’ve already endured for years, so can’t I hold on a little longer?”
“Citizens don’t think so. If the situation does not improve even after the regime changes, public sentiment will turn around in an instant.”
If the election was lost, the Romero family, which had caused a coup, had no choice but to disobey the election and implement a military dictatorship.
“Do you want to bring down Maduro and become the second Maduro?”
“then… … Is there any other way?”
“Simon said we should change our plans.”
Originally, the plan was for Simon Romero to kill Maduro overseas while carrying out a coup in Venezuela.
“Are you thinking of negotiating with Maduro?”
“If it is necessary, then so be it.”
“No, brother! I can’t trust that raccoon.”
Edwin gestures to stop Rumo from going wild.
“Don’t trust Maduro, trust Simon.”
“What if negotiations break down? At that time, the timing was too late, so I couldn’t even raise an army.”
“Nothing to worry about. No matter what happens, Maduro will never set foot in Venezuela.”
* * *
After the OPEC meeting, Maduro left Vienna, Austria, and moved to Ibiza, Spain.
Maduro had a private villa on the island of Ibiza, and whenever he had a chance to visit Europe like this time, he would take a week-long vacation there and return home.
-Check the appearance of the target on the terrace of the villa. There are also four women who appear to be hostesses beside him.
We parked our car on the beach road about 2km away from Maduro’s villa and waited for an opportunity.
A total of 24 people were involved in this operation.
Five were from the special forces unit that came over from Venezuela, and the rest are mercenaries that PMC paid for.
“How many bodyguards?”
-Only 6 people identified with the naked eye. It is estimated that there are about 10 people in the guard formation.
“i get it. keep an eye on it.”
Radios periodically come and go from the side.
This is a real situation, not a training or simulated battle. A handgun was also held in my hand in case of an emergency.
Simon, who was on the radio, asks if I looked nervous.
“If you feel burdened, move to a safe place even now. It may be difficult to protect once the operation begins.”
“no. It’s my plan, so I’ll have to see for myself.”
He looks at the pistol in my hand with anxious eyes.
“Do you know how to handle a gun?”
“I have shot the rifle a few times in the army. This is my first handgun.”
“hmm? Were you a soldier?”
“Korea is a conscription country. Men of Korean nationality are obliged to serve in the military for two years.”
When the story of the military comes up, Simon’s attitude changes in an instant.
“You have more experience than me. I’m sorry I didn’t know.”
“To the point of apologizing for this… … Rather, when does the operation start?”
“We plan to enter when the party is over and everyone has fallen asleep.”
It would have to be past midnight at least for the villa party to be over.
Assuming the situation is sorted out at approximately 2:00 AM, that would be around 8:00 AM Venezuela time.
‘The time is just right. If everything goes according to plan… … .’
However, contrary to the plan, the party at the villa passed 4:00 am and did not end until 5:00 am.
The sun rises an hour later.
Simon drew his knife, apparently deciding he couldn’t wait any longer.
“Recon team, please make a final report.”
– Two bodyguards at the entrance of the building, three inside, and a number of moving figures in the living room. likely to be a target.
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“i get it. Entry is permitted as of the present time.”
-check.
I thought there would be a shootout like you see in the movies.
However, in reality, the security guards at the entrance were subdued without even firing a gun properly, and the security guards inside the building immediately surrendered.
– End of situation.
After securing safety, I followed Simon to Maduro’s villa.
As the villa approaches, loud club music is heard. With this level of noise, even if someone died outside, he wouldn’t have known.
Sigh.
Upon entering the villa, a waiting soldier guides us.
thud. thud. thud. thud. thud.
Piri-ri-ri-rik. Beep. Papa night! cheek! cheek!
In the living room where music was playing, naked women gathered and shivered. On the floor, along with an empty bottle of wine, are several bills covered in white powder.
“Where is the target?”
The soldier pointed to the bathroom in the living room.
There, Maduro was asleep, hugging the toilet seat.
“Maduro… … .”
Simone pulls out a pistol and points it at Maduro’s forehead.
“Mr. Romero?”
“We change our plans. Such scum would rather die here.”
“Killing him here will make you feel better, but tens of thousands of Venezuelans will die in return.”
A quick, grinding sound comes from Simon’s mouth as he retrieves the pistol.
“Please follow me.”
* * *
Maduro woke up with a splitting headache.
He instinctively seeks water.
“You are thirsty. someone bring water hurry.”
But no answer comes back. He forcibly opened his unblinking eyes.
“what?”
When I woke up, it was not a villa, but a place that resembled a hotel room.
“Where are you? Did I come to the hotel?”
Maduro grabs his head and looks back at his memories.
I even remember shaking my waist recklessly intoxicated with alcohol and women, but nothing comes to mind after that.
Reluctantly, I open the door to leave the room.
clap.
I woke up when I checked that the door was locked.
“Bodyguard! Bodyguard! no one is here? Damn, anyone is welcome to answer!”
Maduro opens the window to check outside and is startled.
All the windows were covered with iron plates. It meant being determined and confined to oneself.
“who is this? Do you think it will be okay if you do this to me? Come out quickly!”
As if in response to these words, the locked door opened with a ‘clack’ sound.
Three soldiers armed with rifles enter first, followed by a man wearing a ghost mask.
“Who are you? Why did you put me in a place like this?”
Among the soldiers, a man in an officer’s uniform speaks in a tone as if reading a book.
“We are a Venezuelan civil society organization. I brought you here to punish Maduro for your evil deeds.”
“Citizens’ Order? Do not be ridiculous. Ordinary citizens cannot afford to do such a thing. It must be the work of the people’s party!”
“I don’t seem to have a grasp of the situation yet.”
When the military officer chins up, the rest of the soldiers grab Maduro by the arms and force him to kneel.
“Follow the instructions. Otherwise, I will kill you on the spot.”
“Kuh… … Guys, even if you do something like this, it’s all in vain. When I die, Prime Minister Carlos will automatically rise to the position of acting president.”
At that moment, the muzzle of a rifle is pointed in front of Maduro’s nose.
“crazy!”
Without giving him time to be surprised, the soldier officer pulled the trigger.
bang!
The bullet glided between the crotch of Maduro, who was not kneeling, and lodged in the ground.
Even if the aim was slightly off, the thigh or vital point would have been pierced.
‘You bastards, are you saying it doesn’t matter if I get hit?’
Maduro, who was rampaging like a madman, became a docile sheep with a single bullet.
“wait for a sec. What do you guys want? do you need money or not… … . Oh yeah. Did you hear about the gold bars? yes? The gold bars have already been sent overseas. I’ll send it to you later… … .”
“There is no need for that. All we want is your apology.”
Apologies for kidnapping the president of a country and doing nothing more than that.
Maduro couldn’t understand it, but if he could survive with an apology, he could have done it a hundred or a thousand times.
“Oh, I see. I’ll apologize. But what can I apologize for? Has the economy deteriorated? Honestly, it’s not my fault, it’s because oil prices have collapsed. Now, when oil prices rise, the good times will return… … .”
clap.
The sound of the rifle reloading seals Maduro’s mouth.
“All you have to do is sit down at your desk and point your apology at the camera over there.”
“what… … .”
“Change your clothes first and sit down.”
Maduro is reluctant, but the opponent points a gun at him, so he is forced to change clothes and sit down at the table.
“You just have to read the note there.”
“What is this?”
“This is the apology we want. Read it correctly without missing a single word.”
No matter how urgent it was, I couldn’t read the apology that I didn’t know what it was.
He carefully reads the note first.
The contents of the note were to apologize for posting pictures of fine wine and steak on social media not too long ago.
‘what? Is that all?’
It was completely incomprehensible that the president was kidnapped and imprisoned just because of a photo posted on social media.
“Are you ready?”
“Now, wait a minute. Not yet.”
“I’ll give you just 30 seconds more. No more.”
Maduro was suspicious of everything, from one to ten. But in front of the rifle, there was no other option.
He calmly reads the note while looking at the camera.
-Dear people of Venezuela. I am here to apologize for posting a disturbing photo on social media not long ago.