One Thousand and Ninety-Nine Straight to Huanglong

I don't know how to get through this day. Anyway, Stephen Shannon has been looking forward to the early evening all day long.

Finally, it was five o'clock in the afternoon. Usually, this time is the time when the major evening newspapers in Colombia are published.

After five o'clock, he took out his mobile phone and logged on to several major news websites in various countries.

But as soon as he entered, he was dumbfounded.

Of the few manuscripts he had arranged for to be published, none of them were published.

You must know those press releases, but he specially hired someone in the United States to prepare them and then translate them into Spanish.

Come here, give it to those reporters, and then give them money and let them publish it.

Originally, those guys also promised well, but why did they all break their promises?

One or two are okay, but he remembered that he had contacted more than a dozen media reporters in total.

And among these people, except Martin, the reporter of the Morning Nation. Benitez complied with the agreement, and everyone else broke the contract.

Moreover, there is no news about the Liangyang Railway in almost all the news.

Even when they opened the webpage of the national newspaper, the article they posted in the morning was actually deleted by him.

This is a yarn? He didn't do anything after receiving the money!

Mr. Shannon immediately became angry. He felt that he was being played.

"FUK, you bastards, I want you to know that my money can't just be taken for free."

Stephen Shannon took out his mobile phone angrily, and was about to call those reporters, first questioning why the other party breached the contract.

The first call was to Arturo, a reporter from another major newspaper in each country.

This guy is also a reporter recommended to him by his informant, and he usually has a very close relationship with Americans.

And also a very famous and influential independent writer.

In order for him to publish the article he brought, Stephen gave this guy ten thousand dollars this time.

The phone was connected quickly, and Stephen asked angrily immediately.

"Mr. Arturo, I want to ask why you didn't abide by our agreement?"

"If you take my money, you should do what you should do."

But Arturo's voice on the other end of the phone was trembling.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shannon, I don't want your money. Let's find a place to meet tomorrow, and I will return the money to you..."

Stephen originally thought that the other party just wanted to steal the money and run away.

But as soon as he heard the other party's voice, he realized that something was wrong.

"What's wrong? Arturo, what happened?"

"Shannon, haven't you heard?"

"What did you hear?"

"Martin was kidnapped! When I went out to eat at noon today, he was tied into the car outside the restaurant."

"Huh? Who did it?"

Shannon froze suddenly.

"What do you say! All of us have received a letter telling us to be careful not to talk nonsense. So Mr. Shannon, I'm sorry, I can't help you this time."

Arturo shrunk, and Shannon frowned.

He really wanted to tell Arturo, he was afraid of the wool, go to the police!

But he can't, because this is not America, this is Colombia!

The country of flour in the early years, the country where two generations of powerful drug lords lived.

Although the Mexicans have now replaced the Colombians, they have become the flour merchants who pose the greatest threat to the United States.

But in fact, in Colombia, it is still not so peaceful.

On the surface, this is a federal country, but in fact, the provinces and villages are basically ruled by various small families.

And their business of producing and selling flour has never been interrupted.

It's just that now they have retreated to the second line and become pure suppliers.

Unlike before, supply and market channels are all grasped.

Now the market and channels are in the hands of the Mexicans.

This is also the reason why the United States has relaxed its control over Colombia in recent years.

After the big drug lords in the early years perished one after another,

The private armies under them all surrendered like the country.

But in fact, this country is not much more peaceful than that time, and various civil forces are still entangled.

Thousands, if not tens of thousands, die every year in gang fights and flour wars.

And every year, countless journalists were killed by flour dealers because they broke the inside story of their transactions.

Although Martin is a relatively well-known reporter, but the flour dealers really want to kill him, so they will.

Even if he finds someone to call the police, the police in Colombia may not take it seriously.

And the other party's simple and rude action frightened all the reporters.

He finally understood why the journalists he had bribed couldn't work.

Thinking about it again, if the other party dared to attack that reporter in broad daylight, then his own safety...

Thinking of this, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Stephen Shannon's back instantly.

No, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

Damn, I was careless, I would have known that I would not have come to Columbia.

Thinking of this, Stephen rushed out of his room without even caring about packing his luggage.

Fortunately, there were two bodyguards beside him. The group left the hotel directly and got into the car just outside.

I saw a few black SUVs rushing towards the door of the hotel roaring in the distance.

A dozen or so menacing men jumped out of the car and rushed into the building.

"Quick, drive..."

Stephen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He guessed that it was Martin who had already confessed himself.

Bogota can't stay for a long time. In fact, he can choose to fly back to the United States, or hide in the embassy.

But after thinking about it, he still felt unwilling.

He simply ordered the bodyguard in front to drive him to the camp near Jurado.

That camp was also bought by Branson Security Company before.

Something happened to Branson before, and their Spartan training camp has been closed.

But this training camp is still there. The reason why they chose the vicinity of Puerto Jurado was because it was remote enough.

Unexpectedly, it was chosen by mistake and near the headquarters of the Western Railway Company.

Since the media has no effect, he plans to launch it directly.

As long as the headquarters of the western company is taken down and some people are killed, the matter will become a big mess.

At that time, as long as they retreat in time, they will find someone to reason with.

An international incident happened just in line with his wishes. If the US government intervenes in the investigation, then this project will be over.

There are almost 400 people stationed in that camp now.

The last mission to raid Venezuela failed, and his power in Colombia was almost wiped out.

Fortunately, he is in the Midwest and knows a lot of rednecks.

For example, the gang he found this time is a militia organization composed of red necks.

It's called the No. 1 Ranger in Texas, and the boss of the Ranger is Jerry, a veteran.

The members are also mostly rednecks from Texas and New Mexico, as well as Nevada and Dakota.

Basically, they all have exile experience, so they were hired by him to participate in this operation.

Last time he suffered a big loss under Xiao Feng's hands, which made him have to be careful.

Anyway, it's not short of this little money, and the most important thing is to let these militia organizations make some money and give them some benefits.

It just happened to be able to buy them off... Shannon's calculations were not ordinary.

It takes more than four hours to drive from Bogota to Jurado.

Shannon's car is a typical large American SUV with strong horsepower, and it drives very fast at night at high speed.

It took only three hours to arrive near Puerto Jurado, and the car turned from the expressway to a fork in the road.

Follow this fork and walk forward for more than half an hour, and you will arrive at the camp he arranged.

But he hadn't gone far when his driver and bodyguard, Jason, slammed on the brakes and stepped on it.

And also turned off the headlights, and Shannon, who was sitting in the back and dozed off, almost fell off the sofa with a somersault.

"what happened?"

"Something's wrong up ahead, boss!"

Jason, who was also a retired special forces soldier, smelled danger.

"Danger? What danger can there be? We have more than 400 young men in the camp ahead."

"Most of them are retired soldiers with combat experience. Nothing in Colombia can threaten them..."

"Boom boom boom..."

Just as Shannon finished speaking, a series of explosions suddenly sounded in the direction of the camp in the distance, and the other party actually went straight to Huanglong!

Without saying a word, Jason kicked the accelerator, and the car rushed straight into the nearby woods.

After running wildly for a few minutes, Jason drove the car onto a low slope.

Here, you can just see the camp in the distance.

Jason stopped the car, while Shannon was lying on the window looking at the camp in the distance.

The originally peaceful camp had now turned into a fiery battlefield.

Many members of the Texas First Ranger rushed out of the room with guns in hand, finding various bunkers.

Outside the camp, there were continuous streaks of red light whistling and flying into the camp.

"A 100-caliber mortar."

Veteran Jason recognized the weapons used by the attackers at a glance.

Although the rangers were well equipped, they really didn't have such a big killer like a mortar.

The various light machine guns and sniper rifles that were prepared were all useless at this time.

Because the other party didn't send anyone to charge at all, they just hid in the distance and kept bombarding the camp with mortars.

Soon the rangers in the camp began to collapse. Although they were soldiers, they didn't have the consciousness to dedicate themselves here.

What's more, this battle was too useless, and he could only lie on the ground with his buttocks pouted, and was bombarded by the enemy.

But they didn't even know where the enemy was hiding, and this battle was too useless.

So many people began to carry their guns and retreated quietly, apparently planning to sneak into the woods.

Fortunately, a tall and sturdy figure appeared behind them.

Killing the two guys who wanted to escape on the spot stabilized the morale of the army.

"Carl, Ethan, you two each take five people, go back to the woods from both sides, find the enemy's artillery position, and destroy them."

The appearance of Jerry, the boss of the rangers, finally made the rangers who were in a mess find their backbone.