Sanchez, who was sitting on the sofa, was very embarrassed. He raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from his nose, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and just lit up and took a puff, when the person in front of him snatched it from his hand and fell on the ground. on the ground.

The sparks splashed across the sky for the brightest moment, and then dimmed.

He stared at the cigarette **** for a while, and pulled him back from some illusory thoughts with a fist.

He hugged his face and collapsed on the sofa, but sat up straight again soon.

Someone pulled his hair, and it hurt if he didn't sit up straight.

"You lied, Sanchez, you told us it was August 15th, but in reality it was the wrong time."

The liaison officer looked at Sanchez with a disappointed expression, "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 federal people around him, and touched the wound on his face, "You call this a 'friend'?"

There was nothing embarrassing about the liaison officer, he nodded, "You were the one who betrayed our friendship first."

"Before that, we met all your needs. Cigarettes, ghost face mushrooms, different and numerous women, as long as we can get them, we will provide them to you."

"But our sincerity was only exchanged for shameful and despicable deceit, Sanchez, I am very sad!"

The liaison officer glanced at the soldier next to him, who grabbed Sanchez's hand, placed it on the coffee table, and put a foot on it.

Sanchez struggled, and the fists taught him how to be a man again.

His expression also changed a bit, not as indifferent as before, and he even started to explain, "It was like this when they told me, I just repeated the content between the call between Begao and me."

"And you must have listened, or had a recording..."

The liaison officer looked at him, and after he had said a lot to explain his innocence, the liaison officer said slowly, "Look, you started explaining, which means you know what happened."

"You knew it, but you didn't remind us, this is betrayal, Sanchez..."

He took another look at the soldier who was stepping on Sanchez's wrist, who drew his pistol from its holster and fired three shots in the back of Sanchez's hand.

The gunshots of bang bang bang were very dense, followed by Sanchez shouting like tearing!

His entire palm was smashed, and even with advanced medical methods to heal his wound, his hand would still be useless!

Whether it can be grasped in the future is still a question.

The liaison officer looked at him without the slightest sympathy, "This is just to let you understand that we are not joking with you on this matter."

"This time it's your hand, next time it's your head!"

The Ministry of National 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 officer.

He didn't discover the problem in time, which almost caused irreparable consequences. After going back this time, it is definitely not a reward, and it would be good if he could not be punished.

He can only transfer his anger to Sanchez, and he really needs to let this **** understand what consequences lie will bring!

Half an hour later, the special operations team lurking in the capital of Mariro received a new notice that "birds are flying freely in the sky".

This means that they will get the maximum freedom, as long as they can assassinate the target, they will be allowed to do anything later!

At this time, Begao hadn't fallen asleep yet, and he was a little uncomfortable.

When people get old, there will always be problems of one kind or another. Either they are uncomfortable here or there. These physical discomforts will not have a direct impact on their lives, but they will also cause them to feel uncomfortable when they attack. some fear.

After all, people are afraid of death, plus his son just left today, he has an unexplainable uneasiness.

For a while, he was worried about whether his son could enter the Federation smoothly, and for a while, he was worried whether the Federation people would disrupt their talks, or whether the Federation people would threaten him with the lives of his son's family after this was successful. .

He thought a lot, and the drowsiness subsided quickly when he thought about too many 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 thick, and the sky without industrial pollution is like a transparent crystal, showing the magnificence of the universe to the fullest.

The stars all over the sky are appearing and disappearing in the sky. At this moment, Begao sincerely sighs for himself and the insignificance of human beings!

He drank the last of the wine in one gulp, got up and lay back on the bed. He looked at the ceiling with his eyes open. After a while, as if he was saying "good night" to himself or someone else, he slowly Slowly closed his eyes.

Early the next morning, around six o'clock, he woke up slowly.

As people get older, they don't sleep for so long, but they need to rest many times.

Generally speaking, Begao will have a 90-minute break in the afternoon, which is enough for him.

At this time, the lightness and darkness above the city have changed. As long as the first ray of sunlight pierces the last darkness, light will come.

He stood on the balcony, moving his body slowly while thinking about the next things.

There is another big warlord who has not arrived, he has gone to the phone, and the people who stayed behind said that their general has been away for a while.

The radio station couldn't contact the great warlord, and they didn't know what happened.

Seeing that it was going to be August, I don't know why, but I didn't expect that August was getting closer and closer, and Begao became more and more disturbed.

He had a sense of urgency, because he had Sanchez tell the Federals that the date was August 15th, when in fact they had reached an initial agreement almost a month earlier.

Only final negotiations remain.

A ray of golden sword pierced the eastern sky, the bright sun looked down on the earth, and everything was bathed in golden sunlight.

Begao took a deep breath, and he made a decision.

Not waiting for the last big warlord, now everyone's opinions are basically unified, with him, without him, there is actually not much difference.

Today, things must be finalized, no later than the day after tomorrow!

He then turned around, went to the restaurant, and asked the housekeeper to tell everyone that if they had no other questions, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, they would announce to the outside world that Mariro had entered a unified period, and all warlords would be under the control of the central government...

Before the breakfast was over, almost all the warlords knew the news.

To be honest, the president's urgency to announce these things to the outside world makes people feel a little... uncomfortable.

It's not dissatisfaction, it's just uncomfortable. Although everyone knows that these are fake, the warlords are still warlords, and the central government still can't control them.

But they are still a little uncomfortable. Sometimes the "name" may not be as affordable 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 put forward their own opinions, big warlords have already gained enough benefits, and they don't need to raise any more opinions.

In other words, a new "era" is coming!

At eight o'clock in the morning, Antenna came back from outside to inquire about the news. As soon as he came back, he took a few mouthfuls 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 manor is full of local police and soldiers. The meeting place may be in the presidential palace, not outside the city."

The commander frowned. This was the situation he didn't like the most. When it was time to implement the plan, he realized that the information in his hand was either wrong or false.

He thought about it, looked at the sniper, "Now change to Plan C, you are responsible for providing fire assistance..."

In the previous plan, the sniper would be the one to assassinate the president. After the long-distance assassination, everyone left together. After all, the environment outside the city was open, but Sanchez's intelligence was completely deceitful.

This also means that the sniper has no help in the assassination. It is impossible for his eyes to see the president through the walls of the presidential palace. Even if he can, the bullet cannot.

Fortunately, the value of the federal people's "thinking more" came into play at this moment. In another set of plans, assuming that their target temporarily changed their location and they could not directly assassinate the target through long-range sniping, everyone's arrangement and scheduling would be different. changed.

The sniper turned into a fire aid, who was supposed to be a breakthrough hand doing dirty work, has transformed into an operator who is mainly responsible for assassination, and the whole team will revolve around him.

The sniper nodded, indicating that he knew that the weapons used were different for different occasions and targets.

In addition, everyone has been assigned a job, and their first task now is to find a way to sneak into the presidential palace.

If they can't get in, there's no way to assassinate the president other than call bombing.

And it's not realistic to do that, because it will expose that the federal people are planning these things.

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 for the assassination...

After the commander arranged everyone's tasks, the room became empty again in an instant~lightnovelpub.net~ It was already 9:13 in the morning.

This is a time when you can almost start working.

Because of its particularity, Marilo lacks light and heavy industries and underdeveloped handicrafts, making the pace of life here very slow.

Nine thirty, 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 "neither radical nor conservative" time to start their work.

The chief designer in charge of the city's sewage pipe network came to the company slowly with coffee in hand. He chatted with the girl from the day before yesterday and then 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.

It was a very comfortable job, and even more so if...he didn't have a gun on his head as he closed the office door!