Blackstone Code Chapter 1362: 24 hours
Sitting on the sofa, Sanchez was very embarrassed. He raised his sleeves to wipe his nosebleeds, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and just took a puff when he was snatched from his hands by the person in front of him. fell to the ground.
Splashing sparks crossed the sky for the most dazzling moment, then dimmed.
He stared at the cigarette **** for a while, before a fist pulled him back from some ethereal thoughts.
He cradled his face and collapsed on the sofa, but quickly sat up again.
Someone grabbed his hair, and it hurt if he didn't sit up straight.
"You lied, Sanchez, you told us it was August fifteenth, but it was actually the wrong time."
The liaison looked disappointed at Sanchez. "I thought we would become friends, but I didn't expect you to betray our friendship."
Sanchez couldn't help laughing. He looked at the Confederates around him and touched the wound on his face. "You call this a 'friend'?"
The liaison was not embarrassed. He nodded. "You betrayed our friendship first."
"Before this, we have satisfied all your needs, cigarettes, grimace mushrooms, different and numerous women, as long as we can get them, we will provide you with them."
"But our sincerity has only been exchanged for a shameful and despicable deception, Sanchez, I am very sorry!"
The liaison glanced at the soldier next to him, who grabbed Sanchez's hand, placed it on the coffee table, and put one foot on it.
Sanchez struggles, and the fist teaches him how to be a person again.
His expression also changed a bit, not as indifferent as before, he even started to explain, "That's what they told me, I just repeated what was between Begao and me on the phone."
"And you must have also monitored, or recorded..."
The liaison looked at him, and after he had said a lot about his innocence, the liaison said slowly, "Look, you started explaining, which means you know what happened."
"You know, but you didn't remind us that this is betrayal, Sanchez..."
He glanced again at the soldier stepping on Sanchez's wrist, who drew his pistol from his holster and fired three shots at the back of Sanchez's hand.
Boom, boom, gunshots were loud, followed by Sanchez's tearing screams!
His entire palm was smashed to pieces, and even if advanced medical methods were used to treat his wounds, his hand would be useless!
Whether it can be grasped in the future is still a question.
The liaison didn't look at him softly. "This is just to let you know that we didn't mean to joke with you on this matter."
"This time it's your hand, next time it's your head!"
The Ministry of Defense has received the news and is very angry. Blackstone's security is also very unhappy. All the pressure is backlogged on the head of the liaison.
He didn't find the problem in time, and almost caused irreversible consequences. After returning this time, it is definitely not a reward. It would be good to not be punished.
All he can do is turn his anger on Sanchez, and he really needs to make this **** understand the consequences of lying!
Half an hour later, the special operations team lurking in the capital of Mariro received a new notice - "birds fly free in the sky".
This means that they will be given maximum freedom, as long as they can assassinate their target, they will be allowed to do whatever they want!
At this time, Bergao hadn't fallen asleep, and he was a little uncomfortable.
When people get old, there will always be problems of this kind and that, whether they are uncomfortable here or there, these physical discomforts will not have a direct impact on their lives, but when they have an attack, they will also Let them have some fear.
After all, people are afraid of death, plus his son just left today, he has an unexplainable unease.
I worry about whether my son will be able to enter the federation smoothly, and worry about whether the federation will disrupt their talks, or whether the federation will use the life of his son's family after the success here. to blackmail him.
He thought about it a lot, and the sleepiness subsided quickly when he thought about a lot of things. He sat on a chair by the window with a glass of wine in front of him, taking a sip from time to time.
The night outside the window is dark, and the sky without industrial pollution is like a transparent crystal, showing the magnificence of the universe vividly.
The stars in the sky appear and disappear from time to time. At this moment, Bergao sincerely sighs and sighs for himself and the insignificance of human beings!
He drank his last drink and got up and lay back on the bed. He stared at the ceiling with his eyes open for a while, saying "good night" as if to himself and someone else After that, he slowly closed his eyes.
The next morning, at six o'clock, he slowly woke up.
As people get older, they don't sleep as long, but they do need multiple breaks.
Usually Bergao has ninety minutes of rest in the afternoon, which is enough for him.
At this time, the light and darkness over the city has changed. As long as the first ray of sunlight pierces the last darkness, the light will come.
He stood on the balcony, slowly moving his body while thinking about what to do next.
Another major warlord did not arrive, he had gone to the phone, and the person who stayed behind indicated that their general had been away for some time.
The radio station was unable to reach the great warlord, nor did they know what happened.
Seeing that it's almost August, I don't know why, but I didn't expect August to get closer, and Bergao became more and more uneasy.
He had a sense of urgency because the date he asked Sanchez to tell the Federals was August 15th, when in fact they had reached their initial intent almost a month earlier.
Only one final negotiation remains.
A ray of golden sword pierced the eastern sky, and the bright sun looked down on the earth, and everything was bathed in golden sunlight.
Vegao took a deep breath and made his decision.
Without waiting for the last big warlord, now everyone's opinions are basically unified. With him, without him, there is not much difference.
Today, things must be settled, no later than the day after tomorrow!
He then turned around and headed to the restaurant, while asking the butler to tell everyone that tomorrow, or the day after, they would announce to the outside world that Mariro was entering a period of unification, and that all warlords were under the control of the central government ...
Before breakfast was over, nearly all of the warlords got the news.
To be honest, it's somewhat... uncomfortable for the President to announce these things so urgently.
It's not dissatisfaction, it's just uncomfortable, even though everyone knows these are fake, warlords are still warlords, and the central government still can't control them.
But they are still a little uncomfortable. Sometimes the "nominal" thing may not be as beneficial as the actual benefits, but it can also affect people's mood.
Most warlords have no opinion on this. Small warlords are not qualified to give their opinions. The benefits of big warlords are already enough, and they don't need to give any more opinions.
In other words, a new "era" is coming!
At around 8:00 am, the antenna came back from outside inquiring about news, and as soon as he came back, he poured a few sips of cold water.
"There is nothing outside the city, but the presidential palace is under martial law. The distance from the presidential palace to the presidential palace is full of local police and soldiers. The meeting place may be in the presidential palace, not outside the city."
The commander frowned. This is the kind of situation he doesn't like the most. When it is time to implement the plan, he realizes that the information in his hand is either wrong or fake.
He thought about it and looked at the sniper, "Now change to Plan C, you are responsible for providing firepower..."
In the previous plan, the sniper would be the one who assassinated the president. After the long-distance assassination, everyone left together. After all, the environment outside the city is open, but I didn't expect Sanchez's intelligence to be downright deceitful.
This also means that the sniper is of no help in the assassination. His eyes can't see the president through the walls of the presidential palace, and even if he can, the bullet can't.
Fortunately, the value of the "thinking more" of the federal people played a role at this moment. In another set of plans, assuming that their target temporarily changed their position, when the target could not be directly assassinated by long-range sniper, everyone's arrangement The schedule has changed.
The sniper turned into fire aid, the breakout who was supposed to do the dirty work, turned into the main assassination operative, and the whole team will revolve around him.
The sniper nodded, indicating that he understood that the weapons used were different for different occasions and targets.
Other than that, everyone has been assigned jobs, and now their first task is to find a way to sneak into the presidential palace first.
If they can't get in, there is no way to assassinate the president other than call bombing.
And it's not realistic to do that, because it will reveal that the Federals are planning this.
The team is divided into four parts, logistics, support, and two action groups. They will find a way to sneak in and find a suitable location to assassinate...
After the commander had arranged everyone's tasks, the room was instantly empty again.
It's already 9:13 AM ~IndoMTL.com~ It's almost time to start work.
Because of its particularity, Mariro lacks light and heavy industries and underdeveloped handicrafts, the pace of life here becomes very slow.
9:30, or even ten o'clock, is the time for some companies to go to work.
The working time of the Capital Sewage Treatment Company is 9:45, and they chose a relatively "not radical and not conservative" time as the start of the work.
The chief designer in charge of the urban sewage pipe network came to the company slowly with coffee. After chatting with the girl the day before yesterday, he entered his office.
Generally speaking, if the city does not continue to expand, he will have no job, but the salary that should be given to him will not be less than a cent.
It's a very comfortable job, even more so if...he doesn't have a gun on his head when he closes the office door!