It’s 4 am in a hotel in Islamabad, Pakistan.
Amidst the silence of not only the hotel but also the streets, only Giandro, who had the lamp on the stand, was busy moving.
I picked out and completely removed important files from my laptop, destroyed my prepaid phone, and even changed my hair and beard to match my new bag and new clothes.
By the time I finished getting ready to leave, I looked in the mirror for the last time.
Woo-woo-woo-woo-
A text message arrived on one of the prepaid phones, followed immediately by a call.
Giandro’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the screen.
It was the first time I had seen the number, but it was because the text message that arrived earlier contained a code that meant an informant.
It is also one of the infiltrators who go in and out of the White House and the Pentagon.
After accepting the call and reciting codes between them, new information entered Giandro’s ears.
– Foxtrot arrived in Santa Cruz de la Sierra today, and Papa and Charlie are also there.
“… … !”
Giandro’s eyes lit up.
Foxtrot is an alphabet derived from ‘F’, the first letter of Freak (geek, monster), which means gangtae, and Papa and Charlie are words that refer to the Pentagon and the CIA, respectively.
In other words, Kang Tae went to Bolivia with the Ministry of National Defense and the CIA.
“Good reception.”
As soon as I answered, the call ended immediately.
And a shadow fell on Giandro’s face as he looked at the dead phone.
It wasn’t because the information was lacking.
It was because the subordinate who would deliver the news was in Santa Cruz, Bolivia, but there was no contact from him.
There was no way I didn’t call because I didn’t know.
It was because he not only served as a relay while staying in Santa Cruz, but also played the role of a mercenary broker by establishing relationships with the local military and police as well as the cartel.
He couldn’t have known if the opponent was a secretly infiltrated special forces unit, but he shouldn’t have known Kang-tae, who had come by plane.
I had to figure it out and report it within 30 minutes of entering the country.
But there is no contact situation.
The conclusion was simple.
‘… There’s a problem.’
Of course, nothing could have been guessed.
Because there was no relevant information.
However, I couldn’t blindly call Subha.
If he was arrested by the US government, it would be obvious that he would be tracked down the moment he called his new prepaid phone.
You should be able to quickly find out not only the base station in charge, but also the location of the hotel.
Concerned about this, Giandro looked at his watch.
It was an estimate of how long it would take for a call to be traced and how much margin was left.
“I’ll be late… … .”
For a while, muttering, muttering, and pondering.
Giandro pulled out a prepaid phone and dialed a number.
By any chance, if his subordinate had been arrested by the US, he should have known that he had been arrested, so he called.
Because certainty is better than uncertainty.
That’s when the ringing tone went over to two, three, four.
– hello? Is it Giandro?
“… … ?!”
Giandro hesitated.
It was because he heard a different voice, completely different from what he expected.
– Has the phone gone? ah, hello? Hey, Giandro? can’t you hear
Santa Cruz Cartel executive, Miguel Alvarez.
It was one of the voices in Giandro’s memory that he had interacted with a long time ago when he was in South America.
Before long, Giandro’s face crumpled, and anger rose in his voice.
“… How did this happen?”
Clearly, his subordinates had to receive it.
Then, he had to send and receive a password to check the status, but Miguel received it out of the blue.
– Why don’t you answer quickly when you hear it? Are you looking at the liver like a coward?
“Answer me. What happened?”
– Ah, why did I pick up the phone instead of your man?
“… … .”
By the time Gandro waits for an answer instead of speaking.
A shrill voice returned.
– Even if I answer the phone, I won’t be able to talk. And I was beaten so badly that I lost my mind.
“What bullsh*t is that?!”
– So why didn’t you call earlier? Or give your men permission to call? I would have been a little less right if I had. I’m crawling like a dog right now… … .
“Miguel Alvarez!”
The moment when Giandro’s voice naturally rose.
Miguel replied.
– Calling the last name, it’s very scary. Hey there, Giandro Basicanal. Why do you disappoint people like this? If your underling is an asshole, shouldn’t you think about why it happened? Do you dare to shout?
Suddenly, Giandro only gnashed his teeth, but did not make another sound.
It was tolerant.
Even though anger was heating up, it was to calm down and watch.
There is only one reason.
It was to figure out what was going on.
I knew nothing.
The rising anger was something that could be relieved after knowing why Miguel was doing this and the condition of his subordinates.
By this time, Giandro was taking his mind for a while.
Miguel’s voice continued.
– Are you aware of the situation? Anyway, it’s much better if you keep your mouth shut. Oh, by the way, if I scream one more time… Well, I’m going to pluck out one of your men’s eyeballs and then I’ll ram a llama’s cock in its place.
Giandro’s eyebrows twitched at the dirty threat, but he caught his breath and answered.
Because all I needed was accurate information.
“… I’d like to hear the reason. Why the hell are you doing this?”
– Why are you like this? Oh, you really don’t know. Foolish Giandro, how many times have you let people down?
“… … .”
While Giandro is holding back his anger again.
Soon the answer came back.
– under… I’m coaxing out new guys for your mercenary business, and f*cking… As it turned out, I heard that it was very f*cked in Europe? There are even traitors who surrendered and became attached to the United States.
Only then did Giandr let out a shallow breath.
It was the completion of the situation.
A mercenary’s capture and betrayal caused by a failed operation in Europe.
It was also a large-scale operation.
Because there were hundreds of mercenaries gathered here and there.
Therefore, it was obvious where the arrow was going.
Giandro, the one who designed and carried out all the work.
However, there was no tangible loss for the cartel, which received brokerage commissions and collected donations.
In particular, it was thanks to Giandro’s error-free arrangements regarding money.
If there’s anything wrong with it, there’s only one thing, face.
“… Was that why you were embarrassed?”
As I guessed at the question, a sigh-like swearing returned.
– f*ck, now I understand. Yeah, if it were me, I might have passed it, but… … .
Miguel was never going to go quietly, but Giandro patiently waited for the words to follow.
That way the information will be accurate.
While Giandro waited quietly, Miguel’s ferocious words soon returned.
– Of course Diego met some Brazilian guys. How excited they must have been to shoot at them… Can you guess, Giandro? And can you imagine what insults I must have heard?
“… … .”
Instead of answering, Giandro had to swallow a sigh.
It was because he knew very well who the name Miguel was talking about was Diego.
Boss’ nephew.
Diego was ranked third in the cartel’s ranks, ranking higher than Miguel, the senior executive.
To put it simply, because the boss’ bloodline was unpleasant, Miguel kidnapped and assaulted his subordinate.
It was the same reason that the contents of the phone were unpleasant.
‘Things got complicated… … .’
After finally grasping, Giandro’s eyes closed.
It was because of the anger.
It wasn’t just because of Miguel, who answered the phone and hurt Subha.
It was towards the root cause of this state of affairs.
United States and Kangtae.
The hegemonic state imitating the world police and the mercenaries acting as pawns under it continued to ruin the operation.
Even Kang-tae had been ordered by the boss, Pikal, to eliminate him himself.
As if considering the case that he couldn’t kill himself, he even added the words to kill and kill everything around him.
As soon as I was grinding my teeth, Miguel’s voice came over.
– So you have to take responsibility. If some of your subordinates were beaten, I’ll pay for my insult, so let’s move on… … .
“No.”
At Miguel’s words, Giandro immediately drew a line.
“There is someone else in charge.”
Before I knew it, Giandro continued with his eyes shining.
“There must have been American mercenaries in the country, you know?”
– Why?
“Therein lies the cause of this situation.”
– what?
For the first time, Miguel hesitated, and Giandro continued, as if to break through.
“My name is Lee Kang-tae, I am a Korean-American of Asian descent.”
– What bullsh*t are you talking about all of a sudden? It wouldn’t have happened if you had only given your words, and if you hadn’t messed with it like an idiot in the first place… … .
“It was the Asians who made it that way. And the Asian’s next goal is… It’s Santa Cruz. We will conduct a joint operation with the military and police there, and we will make it like Europe.”
– Ha, you’re talking bullsh*t.
Miguel continued as if he was full of energy.
– The military and police reported the entry of Americans. Do you think a joint operation is possible? You’re welcome, you can’t do anything without my permission.
“Do you think I would have said that without knowing that?”
– what?
“It would be better to watch it even if all of you are swept away. Although the cost of touching my subordinate is exorbitant… Not bad.”
As if hesitating at Giandro’s firm words, the question came over him.
– … Do you have any proof?
“The Pentagon and the CIA.”
When I mentioned the two organizations that could be called the world’s best, or the largest, the phone froze.
Giandro listened to the sound of breathing over the speaker before continuing.
“They put a man on the Asian. In other words… It’s true that agents from both agencies have entered Santa Cruz.
– … damn, are you sure?
“Didn’t the military and police tell you that?”
– You, if this is bullsh*t, your subordinate… … .
“Stop making silly threats and talk properly about what you are going to do. Wouldn’t that give me the information I need?”
– Damn it… … .
After the swear words, Miguel sighed and asked as if spitting out.
– … What do you wish for? Do you want me to kill him? The guy the CIA and the Pentagon sent to agents?
“Do you dare to kill me? The CIA even sent someone.”
– So, did you brag about taking responsibility?
“No, I don’t like the CIA as much as you do.”
– so?
“Release my men you have captured and give him all the local information. I take care of the rest.”
There were no plans prepared, but Giandro said calmly.
It was because there were so many different ways to kill people that you didn’t have to look for them.
Of course, I didn’t see a big chance of success.
Rather, I expected failure.
However, getting hit by a blind bullet would not be a loss, so Giandr said as if he had waited.
Soon after, the word came out as if it had been foretold.
– … By-self? What are you going to do?
“If you get caught, you’ll be tortured with water. Do you really want to know?”
The answer didn’t come through.
It was because there was only one word Giandro said worthy of water torture.
terror.
It may contain bravado or lies, but Giandro was a man of trust on this floor.
It wasn’t just because I had known her from the past.
The only thing that came out was the person who executed it.
Even if it is a crime against Americans.
In addition, for a long time, Giandro was always accurate in his calculations and never made mistakes, and in recent years he was a red wanted man of Interpol, famous for terrorism.
At this, Miguel continued to speak as if struggling.
– … It would be better to check first and then contact me again.
“You check it out and do what you’re told to do. Contact me or whatever, I’ll take care of it. and… Only this one time. Don’t touch my people carelessly. If you don’t want to get shot by the mercenaries you’ve gathered.”
pop.
Giandro hung up the phone right away, started destroying his cell phone, and left the hotel at dawn.
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Like a traveler going out on an early trek.
However, unlike Tracker, who was young with excitement or tiredness, Giandro’s face was young with anger.
“I never thought there would be such a damn variable… … .”