The little gadget that fell inside the car spurted out thick white smoke, and soon the entire interior was like a fire scene.
Gonzalez felt that he had fallen into hell.
Because it was a tear gas grenade...
rely ten seconds had passed, and Gonzalez's snot and tears were streaming out, his lungs felt as if soone had thrown a handful of glass shards inside, and even a slight breath felt like it was sharply painful.
At first, he could stay conscious, because he knew this was a tactic to force him to open the car door and leave the bulletproof vehicle.
But after thirty seconds, he began to collapse.
Although he was the head of the Intelligence Bureau's Operational Branch, enduring such agony wasn't sothing ordinary people could handle. Even mbers of the Special Forces trained in ntal resistance couldn't last more than three minutes in such a confined space, let alone the pampered Gonzalez?
"Cough cough cough——"
He started coughing violently, feeling as if he needed to cough up the lobes of his lungs to feel relief.
The bulletproof car could withstand the onslaught for a while, as long as the door wasn't opened, at least it would temporarily ensure safety.
After all, he had also realized that the other party didn't want his life.
Otherwise, a hand grenade thrown inside would end everything in the shortest ti.
"They want to kidnap !"
The thought made Gonzalez shudder.
Regrettably, his body was honest.
As he continued resisting, his secretary in the front couldn't bear it any longer.
This young secretary was a civilian, not an agent within the Intelligence Bureau.
Compared to Gonzalez who had once been an agent, his endurance was the lowest in the car.
The door on the passenger side was pushed open, and the secretary rolled out onto the ground, lying there and coughing like a dying dog.
Then, another little gadget was thrown in, landing on the passenger side floor.
Bang——
The inside of the car flashed, as if thousands of searchlights converged their light, a loud sound from the impact made Gonzalez feel as if a heavy hamr had hit his chest, and his head felt like it had been struck by a professional boxer, causing him to pass out instantly.
Outside, Disaster Star watched with a grin as the shock bomb exploded inside the car, and then approached and opened the car door.
The driver and Gonzalez were dragged out of the car like slaughtered pigs.
Hunter, wearing a fox mask, ca over, looked at the scene inside the car, and then turned to signal soone not far away.
An unlicensed van approached, braked sharply next to them, the door opened, and several n clumsily loaded the unconscious Gonzalez and driver into the vehicle, and also dragged the still-kneeling, coughing secretary up, slamd the door shut, and with a roar of the engine, the van spewed a puff of black smoke, executed a slick U-turn, and soon disappeared at the end of the street.
Five minutes later, the first police car arrived at the scene with its siren wailing.
The policen who got out drew their guns, looking ready for a major threat, and took cover near the car, aiming at the BMW not far away.
After so observation, the policen finally realized there was no one alive at the scene except for bodies.
They tentatively approached the BMW and the SUV, and after checking them, the leading policeman contacted the police command center via his radio.
"Car 054 has arrived at the scene, no criminals found, there are five bodies..."
...
"Colonel!"
Lieutenant Colonel Freddie hurried into the command tent and approached Colonel Jas in a low voice, "There's been a situation..."
Jas was staring at the laptop screen in front of his subordinate, which displayed the map of the Ta Region with nurous dense routes, each representing the paths the patrol teams had taken or planned to take.
Following these routes for a grid-style search, he estimated they could scour the entire jungle area within three days; the two targets hiding in the jungle definitely wouldn't escape.
"Hmm?"
Jas turned his head to look at Freddie, noticing his uneasy expression.
"What happened?"
"It's like this..."
Freddie looked as if he had been constipated for three days, his brows furrowed deeply.
"We detected a strange signal in the Ta Jungle..."
"What kind of signal?" Jas had a bad feeling.
"It seems to be a mobile signal..." Freddie said, "Our electronic surveillance system detected a strange wave, but the search team is strictly forbidden to carry civilian mobile phones in the operation area, so we suspect it is Morins and his group's mobile signal."
"Didn't your intelligence say that they didn't have any communication devices?"
Jas found this odd.
If Morins and the other arms dealer had communication devices, the ELN and FARC groups would have created chaos in Colombia already.
Yet, there had been no unusual incidents in Colombia in the past few days.
It ant the intelligence was reliable.
So why all of a sudden today did they say they had a civilian mobile phone?
"It's like this..." Freddie looked sowhat reluctant to speak, but eventually he confessed, "We suspect one of the AGLAN team mbers carried a personal mobile phone secretly, and after being killed by Morins, the phone ended up in their hands..."
"What?!"
Colonel Jas roared loudly, then suddenly realized he was losing his composure, looked around, and saw many in the tent sneaking glances in his direction.
He quickly pulled Freddie outside the tent, "You an they got a mobile phone that can communicate with the outside world?!"
"We did detect the signal, though it was weak and didn't last long, maybe it isn't capable of effective communication with the outside world..."
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