Chapter 1306: Adapt To The Situation

Chapter 1306: Adapt To The Situation

A flash of lightning broke through the heavy clouds, followed by the rolling thunder that echoed through the valley in the dense rain forest.

In the depths of the valley, soldiers in military green camouflage were busy moving boxes of ammunition into the cave. The four English letters of FARC and a flag with two crossed rifles were printed on the armband of the soldiers’ uniform.

Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia was their name.

Under the army green rain-proof tarpaulin, there were several large-caliber mortars lined up, as well as RPG-7 rocket launchers.

An old man with a beret and a serious expression stood under the tarpaulin. He was there with the agents of the Russian Security Services, as they watched soldiers verify the supplies with a list.

After all the equipment was confirmed, the wrinkles on the old man’s face turned into a smile.

“Confirmation completed.”

A soldier ran to the old man, performed a military salute, and handed over the list in his hand.

The old man returned a military salute, then took the list and signed his name on it-

Timoleon Jimenez, or known as Timochenko.

Timoleon Jimenez, a name that created countless headaches for both the UA and Colombia. With influence and ability no less inferior to the early FARC leader Marulanda. Unlike Marulanda, who possessed outstanding military talents, his talents were better reflected in management.

Such ability was reflected in drug traffic. Today, it not only operated its own official website in seven languages, but its annual revenue was even as high as 500 million dollars. No drug dealers in North America were unfamiliar with the name of this South American tycoon.

It was precisely this that Mr. Timochenko was honored as the top candidate of the CIB’s most wanted list in South America. The Colombian government even offered 50 million dollars as a reward for his head. However, until today, a few years later, no one was able away to claim the bounty.

“In late October, we will deliver the last batch of equipment to you. From November to early February next year, you will have three months to end this war,” After the Russian agent shook hands with Timochenko, he continued, “The UA is currently going through its election process. Therefore, it is impossible for them to use troops during this time, but after this period, no one can be certain.”

“Three months is too short.” Timochenko shook his head, “Even if we win every battle, we may not be able to win within three months.”

“You can tear up the peace deal in advance, but the war must be ended before March next year at the latest, creating a fait accompli that FARC will rule entire Colombia. As in the agreement, we will help you to gain legality through the United Nations.”

“I have a question.”

“Go ahead.”

“How much ahead is appropriate?” Jimenez asked.

“Depends on you,” the Russian agent shrugged, “I believe you will be better at grasping this opportunity than us. Of course, I prefer you to spend more time on preparation before the war, and wait until you are fully prepared.”

“You can rest assured,” Timochenko cracked into a grin, “We have been preparing for half a century for this opportunity.”

After he sent someone to take the guest from Moscow out of the rain forest. Timochenko got on the army green off-road vehicle at the entrance of the cave, he then raised his legs and rested them on the steering wheel. The thunderstorm outside made him feel flustered. He took a half-smoked cigar from his pocket and lit it with a lighter.

At this moment, his subordinate trotted to the side of the car and performed a military salute.

“What’s the matter?” Jimenez asked as he continued to stare out the window.

“Our informant in Bogota has learned that Abel Torres, who went missing three days ago, has been confirmed dead. His body was found in an alley near Bogota International Airport and has now been recovered by Colombian police.”

All of Columbia’s drug lords were inseparable from FARC, and Abel Torres was no exception.

“This idiot, I told him to be low-key.” Timochenko sneered, shook his head, and after a pause, he nonchalantly said, “Did the Colombian police do it? Or the CIB?”

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The soldier hesitated for a second, then spoke.

“According to our informants from the Colombian military, a team of SEAL has recently entered Colombia and has now arrived at a military base near Caramanga…”

“SEAL?”

Timochenko’s pupils suddenly constricted, and his eyes narrowed.

“Is it the SEAL that did this?”

“…I don’t know.” The soldier lowered his head and said quickly, “However, our informants in the police system said the CIB agent who found Abel Torres’ body has the commanding authority over this SEAL team.”

Half of the credit for FARC’s survival to this day could be given to those government officials who were bought by them. They penetrated the Colombian government from all aspects, whether it was the police system or the military system. They could sense any danger based on advanced intelligence.

From the death of Abel Torres and the sudden arrival of a SEAL team in Colombia, Timochenko smelled a hint of danger.

Is the UA planning to take action against the Colombian guerrillas?

The Quantum Communication Satellite of Celestial Trade could receive signals even in the depths of the Andes. Although he hid in the rainforests all year round, he had never been out of touch with this world. He was well aware of the importance of information in this era, so he spent a considerable amount of time studying news every day.

For example, the conflicts between the UA and Xin, and he had an idea why Russia suddenly provided assistance to him.

The SEAL team that suddenly landed in Colombia undoubtedly stung his sensitive nerves.

Did the CIB get the news in advance?

Timochenko frowned.

The death of Abel Torres forced him to seriously think about the possibilities.

Just then, a drop of cold sweat suddenly slipped down from his forehead.

He suddenly remembered what he had said to Torres not long ago, including asking him to exchange the drug stock with firearms as soon as possible and some major events in Colombia that were going to take place soon…

If Torres was killed by the CIB, and the CIB agents tortured him before he died. If they learned something, then this SEAL team was likely after him.

Maybe not just the SEAL team…

As the Russian agent said, from November to February, the UA was unlikely to use troops in foreign countries. From another perspective, if the CIB really did learn some information, the period before November was undoubtedly the best time to target him.

Timochenko’s fists clenched, and then there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

The best defense is offense?

Or wait it out…

The soldier who was standing in the rain cautiously asked as the leader was silent.

“Sir?”

The hesitation was instantly quashed from Timochenko’s eyes.

He looked at the soldier outside the car and ordered.

“Inform all brigade-level combat units to immediately prepare for battle!”

“Yes! Sir!”

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