When I Opened My Eyes, I Was in the Middle of the Battlefield chapter 150

When I Opened My Eyes, I Was in the Middle of the Battlefield 150

“Come with me.”

It was the voice of Ron Myers, armed before he knew it.

As the elderly man, in charge of the field and administration, pulled and released the bolt of his assault rifle, Kenneth shook his head.

“General Myers is better off staying here. In case of emergency, I need someone to contact the Bolivian consul or the mainland instead of me.”

“That is neither my role nor my mission.”

Ron continued, looking intently at Kenneth.

“It is my job to take responsibility and do what is right.”

“But at this point, the only person who can take my place is General Myers… … .”

“One member of our crew was killed, two were seriously injured, and four were lightly wounded. And now it is a situation where there is a suspicion of collusion between the local police and the gang. In this case, my job is not to act as a relay on your behalf, but to carry out my duties as a general manager.”

Then he looked at the armed administrative staff together and said.

“In case of emergency, you should contact not only our company, but also the consulate in Bolivia and the US mainland.”

“Ah, I see!”

When the hesitant yet powerful answer came, Ron continued with a chin gesture to Kenneth.

“Isn’t that enough?”

“… … .”

When Kennys merely nodded instead of answering, Ron stepped forward and spoke out.

“Then let’s go together.”

“… All right.”

Kenneth replied as if he couldn’t help it.

It was because a person armed with conviction was difficult to defeat even with logic or persuasion.

In the end, we have to go out together.

In case of emergency, not one, but two lives could be in danger.

But Kenny’s inside was different.

‘It’s made me uncomfortable… … .’

In the first place, it was because there was no possibility that the worst would happen, that Kenneth would die or be kidnapped.

Not only did the Bolivian police not dare to flirt with an American diplomat, but even then Kenneth was a well-connected person who could not be tampered with.

There are several influential people in Santa Cruz related to him.

It was the result of using his authority and ability in various places as a CIA undercover agent dispatched to Santa Cruz, Bolivia, while officially being a clerk at the consular office.

That’s why he moved because he suspected the police and the Santa Cruz Cartel’s collusion.

Because I already knew the internal situation to some extent.

But, that was all.

How deeply and intricately entangled they were, I had been steadily figuring out for the past 18 months.

It was because Kenneth was just an outsider, not a member of the group.

That’s why the pipe bombing is also suspected of collusion, but nothing is known for sure.

It was the car that was about to move to figure it out.

Ron came out of that situation.

Soon after, he came out of the hotel and spoke quietly to Kenny.

“Looking at the nervousness, it seems that the authors are not free from this situation.”

“Yes, it looks like you have something to say.”

Kenneth answered, and Ron looked ahead.

It was because a middle-aged man in a beige police uniform hurriedly ran between the police cars approaching the hotel driveway.

Before they even got close to the street, Latin American Spanish came out of the policeman’s mouth.

“Kenneth Young! How did this happen? I was so surprised, a bombing… … !”

“That’s what I’m going to say, Deputy Commissioner.”

“Oh, no… … .”

When the plump middle-aged man called the deputy director flinched at his cold and blunt words, Kenneth opened his mouth again.

“Did the ambulance come?”

“Everyone, of course I came. How many people are injured?”

“I need a definite answer before that.”

“which… … ?”

“Reliable personal protection for the injured.”

“That’s right… … .”

“of course? Do you still say that when you look at this situation?”

“… This is something I don’t know either. It is clear that I have been reported… … .”

The deputy commissioner paused as he continued his conversation, looked at Ron, and at the same time looked at Kenneth.

It means you can speak out.

It was while Ron was watching that expression fiercely.

woo woo woo-

Ron’s phone vibrated.

Kenneth, who was standing next to him, turned his head at the faint vibration, and Ron lightly bowed his head.

“I’ll check your phone.”

“As you like.”

While Kenneth suggested talking, he glanced across the screen of the phone Ron pulled out.

A situation in which an unregistered number is indicated.

Kenneth’s eyes quickly turned to Ron’s face, and Ron, like Kenneth, looked at an unknown number before accepting the call.

I thought it might have something to do with the current situation, but it was as he guessed.

“hello.”

– Dustin Lopez, 720th Special Tactics Group South American TF Commander. We have confirmed a bomb attack in Santa Cruz, and will communicate directly with you due to loss of contact with the liaison officer. If necessary, answer ‘yes’ if the helicopter with the strike force will take off within 3 minutes and immediate dispatch is required. You can arrive in 90 minutes.

Despite the sudden, unknown information pouring out, Ron answered calmly.

“Are you watching?”

– We are simultaneously checking with high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft, but it is difficult to check when you enter the building.

“Then it’s still fine. Next to him is Secretary Kenneth Young of the Consular Agency.”

– All right. Do you have any other needs?

“doesn’t exist.”

– So, did our liaison officer survive?

“Treatment is necessary, but there is nothing wrong with life. Any more questions?”

– doesn’t exist.

“Then, if necessary, I will call you at this number.”

– All right.

pop.

After a knife-like answer, the phone hung up.

As soon as Ron removed the phone from his ear, Kenneth immediately asked.

“… Where are you contacting?”

Then Kenneth looked around.

It was because of the question that had just come out of Ron’s mouth, but at about the same time the deputy commissioner of the Santa Cruz Police Department also looked around quickly.

Ron looked at the two and gave a short answer.

“It’s the US Army.”

“What are you talking about in the US Army… … .”

While Kenneth narrowed his eyes and asked, the deputy commissioner’s eyes widened as he recognized the word “US Army.”

“What do you mean? Are you a U.S. Army?! Are you saying the US Army is coming here?”

As if he had heard something he couldn’t hear, the deputy commissioner burst out in Latin American Spanish, startled.

At the same time, Ron also answered in Spanish.

“Let’s finish what we were talking about earlier. Transport by ambulance and ensure safety. Is that possible?”

“ah… Yes. We need a confirmation from the deputy commissioner.”

The deputy commissioner hesitated at the gaze of the two Americans, but quickly shouted,

“No, of course! I will put in place the people I trust the most, and I will defend them with impunity.”

“Then let’s transfer the injured first.”

Ron gesticulated towards the hotel with his horse.

A sign that you are safe.

The deputy commissioner also gave the order, and the paramedics hurriedly rushed to the hotel.

And by the time the cops approached the body that had fallen on the floor.

This time Kenneth said.

“We will hand over the body. They are responsible for the deaths of Americans, and I have a duty to identify them.”

“of course. Let it be.”

After the deputy director responded politely again.

Kenneth gave brief instructions to the security team, then looked at the deputy commissioner and Ron as if they were done.

“Where are you going to talk? Aren’t you talking about in the middle of the street?”

“let’s go.”

Ron answered, and the deputy commissioner hurriedly made his way.

The direction is Kenny’s 7-seater SUV.

The deputy director, who moved familiarly as if he already knew it, opened the door on his own, and soon filled the seats in the second and third rows.

rattle.

After the door was closed like that, the deputy director’s mouth hurriedly opened before silence came.

“But what the hell are the Americans talking about? Are you saying American troops are coming here?”

“Is that important?”

“That, of course… … .”

The moment the deputy commissioner tried to reply to Ron’s answer.

The back story was cut off.

“It’s not about that, it’s about why my crew died.”

“… That, I’m really sorry about that. But it really has nothing to do with me. I was unaware of this kind of terrorism.”

“So what was the report? What I was going to say earlier, let’s continue with that.”

“that… … .”

As the deputy commissioner flinched, Ron opened his mouth.

“Is it funny that you treat me politely?”

“… … ?!”

The deputy director froze at the sudden change in voice.

Just the eyes wide open.

Heavily and ferociously, Ron continued.

“Tell me, if you look at me one more time from now on… I’ll stick a Glock muzzle into your mouth.”

“… Just say it.”

Kenneth quickly intervened, as if interceding.

It was because, judging from the situation, it looked like Ron was really going to stick a gun in his mouth.

And he was a worthy person.

It’s just that he can’t play in the field because he’s old, and it’s because he was once a member of Devguru, a tier 1 elite special forces unit.

His temperament and behavior were different from those of ordinary people.

And although I couldn’t accurately identify it, it was also a person suspected of being an agent working with the US government.

The deputy commissioner, who had been frightened, opened his mouth cautiously.

“Miguel… Miguel will know everything.”

Kenneth’s eyebrows furrowed at the sound.

“Miguel? Are you talking about Miguel Alvarez?”

“That’s right. He must have been involved in this as well. That terror… I don’t know, but I’m sure you know something anyway.”

He was a senior executive in the Santa Cruz Cartel.

A person in the highest position, excluding the boss’s bloodline made up of relatives.

Of course, he was a very capable person.

As far as Kenneth knows.

“Do you know someone?”

Ron asked, and Kenneth nodded.

“I am one of the executives of the Santa Cruz Cartel.”

“Then why?”

Upon hearing the answer, Ron immediately asked the deputy commissioner, and was soon able to hear the answer.

“Because today’s armed demonstration was planned by him, and he concluded negotiations with us… … .”

“Then what did the police do? Did you call us? Did they order the call as well?”

“It’s not like that, I was surprised because it was unexpected… … .”

“Then you were trying to hold on by using us as a shield. If you fight, use it as a weapon, if not, use it for intimidation.”

“It’s because they’re dangerous guys who can’t be dealt with carelessly… I couldn’t help it. As we can only secure the security of the main street, we have no choice but to call in mercenaries… … .”

Ron shook his head at the words that shook his head.

“That’s why education was slow, so I had to pay attention to them.”

Ron’s voice was heavy and calm.

It was a situation that was expected to some extent before suspecting the police and the cartel.

This is mainly because South America, where public safety is not good.

“You too will have to take responsibility.”

“I’m sorry. But I never thought of this… … .”

“So what about Miguel?”

When Ron asked sharply, the deputy commissioner blurted out.

His address, contact information, circumstances, etc.

Kenny’s expression, who was listening with him, hardened.

Because Miguel Alvarez was not an enemy that could be dealt with simply because he knew.

Maybe I’ll have to deal with the whole cartel.

Even if they revealed their identity as the last bastion, the CIA, there was little chance that the cartel would surrender.

It wasn’t just because they were strong.

In the first place, it was not a job where you had to keep your position and get promoted like the deputy director, but a cartel executive who had to enjoy power while committing all sorts of illegal things.

Even threats in the name of the United States or the CIA would not be able to force surrender.

If there is only one way.

As Ron said, all he had to do was stick the gun in his mouth.

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