The outskirts of Haiphong City, Vietnam at dawn.
Giandro, who rented a private room in a guest house for tourists, looked at the prepaid phone he bought locally with a frown on his face.
It was because the call with Paulo, the head of the São Paulo branch of the PCC (Primeiro Comando da Capital: 1st Capital Command), a Brazilian gangster who had just finished the call, was not happy.
It just wasn’t something to be dismissed as a feeling.
There were a lot of awkward corners in many ways.
Starting with the words, the nuances of the words and the breathing sounds in between were all slightly different from usual.
It is impossible to quantify and organize it, but it was clear that there was a difference from what Giandro had called and heard.
I was sure.
I didn’t even think it was wrong because it was the experience and ability I gained while handling various things remotely.
That means something is wrong.
Giandro, who looked at his phone for a while, made another call.
The recipient is one of his subordinates in Sao Paulo, Brazil.
Before the call was ringing a few times, I heard an incoming call, followed by the familiar code-checking action.
After that, Giandro immediately brought up the matter.
“Is there anything special about the local area?”
– We are monitoring the activities of the military and police, but there are no issues to report yet. It’s just that there are a few more PCC members around my base.
“How are you armed?”
– You mean the PCC?
“Yes, the member of the PCC who was around. Have you checked anything? Or is it possible to check right away?”
– ah… … .
A short sigh came over the cell phone, and by the time Giandro hesitated.
A report soon followed.
– I usually carry a pistol, but submachine guns have increased a lot. if… Are they betraying us?
“Yeah, maybe.”
Giandro muttered in reply.
Before he called it betrayal, he had never built a proper trust, but the important thing was that something was going on that Giandro didn’t know about.
But there was something else important.
Why?
It was not an easy item to understand.
It was because Giandro was good at dealing with money, had a good credit rating, and was not easygoing.
It has become the ability to pay the price, whether it is good or bad.
Even if the opponent was the boss of PCC São Paulo, Brazil’s largest organization, it could count.
There are only some limitations in time and method.
With Pikal behind him, there was nothing he couldn’t do.
It was the same reason why he was not afraid of Kang-tae, who had superhuman abilities, and continued to kill him.
It wasn’t because the distance was far and the risk of death was low.
With Pikal behind him, there was nothing to be afraid of.
He was a man of clear convictions and the ability to act.
If it had not been for the interference of the United States or neighboring countries, it would have been enough to accomplish a great feat right away.
After thinking about it, Giandro quickly gave instructions.
“Immediately destroy the data and prepare to leave. If I don’t contact you within an hour… Abandon the base and cross the border.”
There was no longer any delay or hesitation in carrying out Pikal’s orders.
Then, the Bolivian men were lost, and Miguel, the target of revenge, was also handed over to the US government.
The same situation could not be repeated in Brazil.
Suddenly, Giandro hung up the phone and then went through his contacts and put in a few more calls.
It was to contact an informant in Brazil, mainly in São Paulo.
By the time most of them give meaningless answers.
After a few phone calls, a useful sentence was heard.
– The schedules of some front-line units have changed. Personal maintenance has been deleted and everything has been made private.
These were the words of a retired Brazilian army general.
He was the one who handed over the list of people who could be used as mercenaries, and he was constantly dealing with Giandr.
he spoke in succession.
– It looks very busy inside… I can give you some insight. Talk to me if you want, and I’ll pay you well enough. isn’t it?
“Okay, call back in 30 minutes.”
– After all, there is no one like you. I’ll have the information you need ready in 30 minutes.
After getting a clue after so many calls.
It was time for another round of phone calls to contact reliable mercenaries available in Brazil.
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The heavy satellite phone rang.
Giandro quickly pressed the call button and held it to his ear, at the same time a voice he knew well came over.
However, it was not Pikal.
Pikal’s butler whom we met at noon today, Jurgen.
His voice came through bluntly.
– It has been confirmed that the US has tracked it to Vietnam, please move to China as soon as possible.
“… All right.”
While answering Giandro reflexively raises his watch to check.
Jurgen’s words continued.
– Are the tasks in progress?
“ah… … .”
Giandro hesitated and couldn’t answer.
It was because it was an order related to Kang-tae’s death, which he had asked while parting at noon.
One of those things that haven’t been done yet.
Most important of all was the purpose of Jurgen’s question.
It’s probably not because I’m curious.
It was like the pressure of Pikal’s breath.
The right and left arms are Serge and Giandro, but Jurgen has played the same role as his mouth as a butler.
There was only one answer for Giandro to give.
“It is in progress.”
It wasn’t a harsh word.
It was true.
Using the PCC in Brazil, we were preparing to attack when we saw the opportunity.
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Long-range attacks in the Taril Islands failed, so they tried to tear them to shreds with firepower at short and medium distances.
While I was thinking about that, Jurgen’s additional words arrived.
– Please tell us if you need additional funds.
“… no.”
Giandro paused before replying.
I needed money, but it wasn’t because I noticed.
It was because it did not seem that the probability of success would increase by receiving anything more.
It was because I had already seen what Kangtae’s skills were like from Italy to the Gulf of Aden in front of Yemen, the Tarril Islands in the South China Sea, and Santa Cruz.
With Kangtae’s superhuman abilities, he might even be able to hit the RPG he was about to launch.
I could have done more than that.
It seemed that even the few mercenaries would be annihilated.
At the end of that thought, Giandro’s expression hardened, and a shadow formed on his face.
‘sh*t… I’m fed up with failure.’
I was worried at the same time.
Not because of defeatist thinking, but because he failed to fulfill Pikal’s task.
That was my biggest concern.
If I can’t carry out the mission given to me, I won’t be able to imitate his limbs anymore.
It would be an ordinary informant, sympathizer, or collaborator.
What Pikal needs is someone competent who can get the job done, not a defeatist who can’t do what he’s told to do.
‘I thought Sergei’s stupid death gave me a chance to step out… That’s not it. That Asian was too strong, to the point where I had no choice but to die.’
After finishing the phone call with such thoughts.
Giandro let out a laugh at his sense of defeat.
It was unbelievable.
Because if you set your mind to killing people, you can usually kill them.
Ordinary people, as well as tolerable high-ranking officials, were likely to be helpless in the face of a planned crime.
The US president, the leader of the hegemon, did not die for nothing.
Obviously, that was common sense, but Kang-tae wasn’t.
No matter how much I thought about it, no matter how many times I tried, I couldn’t convince myself that I could kill it.
‘Wouldn’t you know if I tried to the extent that life is impossible, driving me mentally and making me commit suicide… … .’
Thinking of that, Giandro shook his head.
That too was difficult.
It was because Kang-tae was more cool-headed and bold than anyone else on the battlefield.
Such were the records left in various places.
Even in Bolivia, it was said that they did not hide in fear, but were triggered even while Philip was attacking them.
And two pipe bombs went off in the air.
I couldn’t confirm if it was because Kang-tae hit it or if it exploded due to a malfunction, but Giandro put more weight on the former.
Maybe Kangtae got it right.
It would be impossible for a normal person, but Kang-tae was different.
He was a person who aimed and shot enemies within 1 km at once, and even hit them accurately.
A pipe bomb would be no big deal.
At the end, Giandro smiled bitterly.
“The more you try to kill… I’m just realizing that it’s hard to kill. Rather admire… How should I do this? Sergey, did you go out on your own? So that I don’t have to worry about this, so that I can die on the spot if I fail?”
He muttered to himself and controlled his emotions before finally picking up the prepaid phone again.
The time for an appointment with a retired general, a Brazilian intelligence officer, was running out.
right after dialing the number.
A deep wrinkle was carved between Giandro’s forehead.
It was because of the unexpected words.
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It was also an operation in Sao Paulo where Giandro finished the call.
“… Who exactly are you targeting?”
– I couldn’t even get close to that… Wouldn’t it be obvious if it was Sao Paulo? It must be PCC.
“If you knew, it wouldn’t be at the level of trapping a few members of the lower organization… Are you sure?”
– All right. I’m not sure about this… They even cooperate with other countries. It looks like the governor of Sao Paulo or the Brazilian government has drawn their swords.
“How are you going to retaliate? There are hundreds or thousands of PCC members in Sao Paulo… They even have the money they ate, so don’t they know this information?”
When Giandr asked as if he couldn’t understand more and more, a cautious voice came over.
– My junior said he saw an American in the unit.
“what?”
– It’s only two people, but… Wouldn’t it make sense if an American was involved?
“… … ?!”
For a while for Giandro’s eyes to widen.
Then a sigh came out.
“Dirty twisted, damn… … .”
After organizing some information, tangled things caught my eye.
From Giandro himself, to Paulo and Kangtae of the PCC, to the US and Brazilian military and police and governments.
“I understand for now. The money is delivered in cash, and if it is difficult, I deposit it into a cryptocurrency account.”
– Thank you, I’m living well thanks to you.
Suddenly, Giandro skipped the greeting and hung up the phone and immediately contacted his subordinate.
Had it happened this way, it could have been dangerous.
Just like in Bolivia, cartel men kidnapped, assaulted, and took away.
I couldn’t repeat it.
Above all, if the US intervenes, the target to retaliate will evaporate like the disappeared Miguel.
It was painful in many ways.
It was best to fix the accident before it happened.
Now, I called and waited while listening to the ringing tone, and soon the ringing tone was heard.
Click.
And the moment I tried to check the password.
– These bastards… Whoops, whoops… … ! PCC ship, betray! I am… ugh… … .
“What are you talking about?!”
– I was shot two or three times… Whoops, I think I’ll probably get caught. this… No, this dog!
Gunshots rang out behind the shouts.
The sound of a burst of fire like a submachine gun.
After that, the phone hung up.
At the same time, Giandro threw the phone away.
“f*ck! f*ck! f*ck! These bastards!”
He spat out a series of curse words and shouted.
It wasn’t just that things were twisted.
It was not because of the hired mercenaries, but because of the deaths of his subordinates who had gone through life and death together with him.
It is also second only to Bolivia.
Giandro sat down on the bed with his face covered.
Everything was going from bad to worse.
And at the starting point, there was Kang Tae, who killed Sergei and brought himself to the fore.
“He is the cause… … .”
An extreme method began to coil itself in Giandro’s head.
Immediately wanted bounty.
It would spread all over the shadowy online world, called the Dark Web, and rumors would spread in the black market.
Kang-tae’s chances of dying will increase exponentially.
The problem was elsewhere.
Giandro is as likely to be exposed as Kangtae.
If he pretended to be a killer in the US and contacted him, even Giandra would have been fooled.
It wasn’t that I didn’t get a bounty for nothing.
because it was dangerous
So, until now, I have been working by connecting with reliable brokers.
But that’s it.
Giandro was now at a dead end.
I was soaked in a sense of defeat, a problem arose in a part I hadn’t even thought of, and I was unable to deal with it.
The only thing left is the worst possible way.
Giandro pulled out his laptop.
Now was the time to run.