Just as he was weighing whether Ferrari's words were true, one of his subordinates suddenly approached and reported, "Commander, there's breaking news on the TV, do you want to see it?!"
"What breaking news?" Marthas asked.
The subordinate said, "The Director of Operations Organization at the Intelligence Bureau, Gonzalez, has been kidnapped in Pasto City, and it's unclear whether it was FARC or so other drug trafficking group."
Surprise washed over Marthas's face like a tide, and after a mont of stun, he waved his hand and said to his subordinate, "Alright, I got it."
He grabbed his phone and walked to a corner of the room and said to Ferrari, "It seems that you really have kidnapped Gonzalez; this guy is the director's trusted aide, newly promoted and now in your hands?!"
"Yes, in our hands."
"Where are your people now?"
Marthas had lost his previous contempt.
"Can you hand him over to ?"
Ferrari, thinking clearly, imdiately replied, "No problem. Na a place, and I'll have my people transfer Gonzalez to you."
He was so prompt because the intelligence on Gonzalez was now completely irrelevant.
Currently, the only use Gonzalez had was as a valuable flesh ticket, a heavy bargaining chip.
Handing him over, on one hand, could allow the ELN group to use him to negotiate terms with the governnt, and on the other, "Musician" Defense had always been the arms dealer lurking in the shadows.
If Song Heping were here, he wouldn't expose himself either.
Including up to now, Ferrari had determined that the Colombian Governnt Army didn't know who the person with Morins was.
Therefore, his company could not directly approach the Colombian Governnt to discuss terms, nor could they apply direct pressure.
If exposed, "Musician" Defense could no longer do legitimate business but would have to transition into running an underground rcenary group.
That certainly wasn't what Song Heping wanted to see.
"Popayan, I will send soone to et with your man there, and I will send you the contact thod..."
Marthas, far in Colombia, looked at his watch.
"In two hours, do we have a deal?"
"No problem!" Ferrari wasn't hesitant at all. "My n will continue their operations, currently planning the next kidnapping target. Once successful, I will imdiately transfer him to you!"
"Who else do you plan to kidnap?" Marthas was curious about Ferrari's boldness.
This PMC company is this determined?
How dare they directly disrupt the Colombian Governnt?!
Not only was his prior contempt gone, but he was also filled with more surprise and curiosity, no longer underestimating "Musician" Defense.
"Once captured, we will inform you. For other pressure tactics, we rely on you. I believe our leaders and yours are both in dire situations right now; please act quickly."
"No problem! I estimate you'll see breaking news in three hours."
The two finally concluded their call.
Ferrari opened the ssage and saw the contact details that Marthas had sent.
Without pausing, he imdiately contacted Jiang Feng, who was in Colombia, instructing him to change course and imdiately bring the person to Popayan City.
"No problem, I need to change vehicles once more," Jiang Feng said. "Then I'll head straight to Popayan to hand over Gonzalez to the ELN."
"No problem! It's a done deal."
After hanging up with Jiang Feng, Henry walked up to Ferrari with a paper in hand and handed it to him, saying, "Got it. The intelligence bought shows that the command of this military operation in the Ta Region is by a commander nad Freddie, a lieutenant colonel, the highest commander of the AGLAN Special Forces, authorized by the Colombian Joint Special Operations Command. This is his family's address, he has two kids, a boy and a girl; the boy is in university, and the girl in high school, currently both are on holiday at ho. Intelligence shows Freddie dotes on the boy, who is attending a military school and is expected to enter the military after graduating next year."
"That's good, everyone has their weak points," Ferrari muttered to himself while looking at the information in his hands. "With a weakness, one can strike."
"Ferrari..."
Henry suddenly hesitated, appearing sowhat unsure: "Are we really going to do this?! This is sothing kidnappers do..."
Ferrari lifted his head and looked at Henry, then after a long while, he patted his shoulder. "Henry, I didn't expect you, after so many years as an intelligence broker, to still have so compassion. But have you ever considered that you're just deceiving yourself? How much intelligence have you sold over the years? How many people have died because of that intelligence?"
Henry's face darkened.
Ferrari continued, "Rember, we are now in this together. If the boss dies, the company probably won't survive. Do you think the orders for the company are targeted at us? They're because of Song Heping."
Henry silently nodded.
"However…" Ferrari said, "you saying that actually reminds , I hadn't considered everything fully before. This ti, we'll keep control of the hostages ourselves, we won't hand them over to the ELN forces. Rest assured, if Song dies, I'll definitely kill Freddie's family, including him. If Song lives, I will surely release his family."
...
Ta Region, jungle.
Lieutenant Colonel Freddie's right eyelid kept twitching.
He rubbed it several tis, but it didn't soothe the irritation.
"Damn!"
He stretched and yawned.
It had been several days since he had a good sleep.
So far, although the search squad was still busy in the jungle, and the encirclent was tightening, they hadn't yet found any trace of the target.
The only area left was the last thousand square kiloters of jungle to the northwest of the Ta Jungle. According to Jas, there definitely were fish in this section.
The two target persons were probably hiding there.
He was increasing the search efforts, mobilizing all available resources, and anticipated results within two days.
Two days...
It didn't seem that long.
Suddenly, Freddie found himself missing his family.
His son and daughter had just co ho from school on vacation three days ago, and Freddie had planned to take his family to the Guaxila Peninsula for a vacation but was then hit with an urgent command that instantly canceled his holiday.
Thankfully, the operation would probably be over in two more days. If the person was caught, he would hand them directly over to the Special Operations Command and let the intelligence departnt handle the aftermath. Then he could go ho and take his family for a well-deserved rest.
He walked out of the tent, took out his cellphone to call ho.
He had just reached into his pocket when the phone suddenly vibrated inside.
He puzzledly took out the cellphone and looked at the screen.
"Huh?"
A flash of surprise crossed Lieutenant Colonel Freddie's eyes.
It was his wife Marilyn's number.
Really, old couples indeed; he had just thought of her, and she had also rembered him.
Without hesitation, he pressed the call button and placed the phone to his ear.
"Dear sweetheart, why haven't you slept yet? Missing ?"
While speaking, Lieutenant Colonel Freddie couldn't help but reveal a sweet smile.
But quickly, his smile lted away like ice cream, replaced by panic.
Because the voice on the phone was a man's, and it sounded strange, even though it was Spanish, there was a bit of an accent.
"Lieutenant Colonel Freddie, I'm neither your sweetheart nor your dear."
"Who are you!?"
Freddie nearly couldn't restrain himself from roaring.
"How do you have my wife's phone? Where is Marilyn?!"
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